Okay, so I'm on chapter 4 and so far I have no reviews. Come on, guys. I'll still keep writing of course, but it's quite disheartening.

PS. I know so far they haven't done much, but I promise it should get better once they're undercover.

Chapter 4

"Mr. Spencer," the chief said, turning from Lassiter and Juliet to Shawn and Gus. "What do you have for us?"

"I'm getting a very close relationship," Shawn said, holing his fingers to his forehead. "Like they've known each other for a long time. There were some…feelings between them."

"Well," Juliet said, trying to put pieces together. "They could have run away together. That doesn't seem like a very solid explanation. Both of Zach's roommates said he seemed pretty content with her girlfriend."

"I'm feeling a lot of resentment," Shawn continued. "From Zach towards his roommates. From Ashley towards her parents."

"Maybe they did run away together," Lassiter agreed.

"Zach's roommates did say that the theater was the only thing keeping Zach around," the chief said. "But it just doesn't fit together."

"Chief, I need to see that theater," Shawn suddenly said. "I'm getting some very string vibes telling me the answer is in there."

"I can get a warrant," the chief said. "Detective O'Hara, Detective Lassiter—"

"No way," Lassiter interrupted. "These actors, some have been working together for decades. Both Mr. Taylor and Miss Waters have been at that theater for over ten years. They'll be too loyal to each other to tell outsiders anything."

"What are you saying, Detective?" Chief Vick asked. "That we should just give up?"

"No, Chief, how long have you known me," Lassiter seemed surprised. "No, what I'm say is that we need to get someone in there. Someone who knows the business. Someone who can slip in seamlessly."

"Someone like you?" the chief asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Thank you Chief," Lassiter said, happily. "I knew you'd see it my way."

"No, wait," Shawn said, holding out his arms. "Chief, with all do respect, someone who knows the business? He was in one play when he was eight. You need to get someone way more experienced in there."

"Someone who was in four plays in high school?" Chief Vick asked. "Thank you for volunteering, Mr. Spencer. I'll call the director and tell them I'm sending over a replacement Macbeth."

"But Chief!" Lassiter protested.

"Carlton!" the chief said, shutting him up. "Of course, Mr. Spencer, since you aren't a police officer, I can't send you in their without one working with you."

"Perfect," Shawn said, grinning and turning to Juliet. "I do still need a Lady Macbeth."

"Do you have any theater experience, Detective O'Hara?" Chief Vick asked.

"Well," Juliet looked away. "I've been in some plays in my day. In my senior year, I was Juliet Capulet."

"Who was your Romeo?" Shawn asked, alluding to the conversation they'd had that morning. Juliet smiled and looked away.

"Now, you do both have a tendency to get a little carried away when you're undercover, so I need you to both try and keep a hold on yourselves," the chief warned.

"Yes ma'am," Juliet replied.

"I'll call the director," Chief Vick said. "Get everything set up."

"Kelvin Greene," Shawn read as the left the station. "Do you think that's his real name, Jules?"

"I don't know, Shawn," Juliet sighed.

"Because if it is, that must suck," Shawn continued.

"Shawn, let's just get our story straight, okay?" Juliet said. "You're Scott Winslow, right?"

"I hail from LA," Shawn continued. "I've always wanted to act but I came down to Santa Barbara when I realized movies weren't for me. I have a seventeen-year-old half-sister, Emily, who lives in LA with my mom and step-dad, and a beagle named Ryan. You're turn."

"Wow, Shawn, I'm impressed," Juliet answered. "Okay, I'm Rachel Steward. I'm from the suburbs of Chicago, but I wanted to live somewhere warm. I'm the fourth of five children. I have two cats."

"And what are their names?" Shawn asked.

"Tiger and Snowball," Juliet smiled.

"The most generic cat names ever," Shawn commented. "It least my beagle's name is cool."

"Your fictional beagle," Juliet muttered.

"See you at rehearsal tomorrow," Shawn called as he headed for Gus' little blue car.

"Ten am sharp," Juliet replied, and with that, they departed.