Just...thought I would clarify something: I know the timeline in the summary is a little different than the legit timeline in the fic lol. The summary is only a rough sketch/outline. But the summary is way catchier than me saying: A little over foru years ago the Yin/yang case closed. 13 and a half months later Shawn left, 9 months later X happened etc. Make sense? I just...don't want people telling me about my horrible math skills lol, I know the timeline ;)

June. 2011.

Tilting his head back Shawn put his beer to his lips. Nothing happened. He turned the bottle upside down and groaned. He'd finished it? Shawn swayed as he turned around. The task in front of him would be difficult. His hand shook slightly. Meticulously he brought the bottle down to rest on top of the others and grinned. He'd done it; he'd constructed a pyramid out of his empty beer bottles.

Chortling happily he turned back towards the mini golf green he'd set up and grabbed his club. He glanced at the clock. It was well after midnight; looked like he was staying at the Psych Office again tonight. Shawn closed one eye, gently swaying his club back and forth. With a soft 'tick' he hit the ball and grinned as it sunk right into the coffee cup he'd laid at the other end of his office.

All those years on the road after high school had given him an impressive ability to hold his liquor. He chuckled, in awe of his own vast talent, and spun the club around his hand like a baton. It hit him in the face and he winced.

Rubbing his hand over what was sure to be a goose egg in the morning Shawn swayed over to the couch and plopped down. Maybe golf hadn't been the best idea. He grinned. The latest book in the Internity series has come out-he'd bought it when he'd gone for beer. Rummaging through the 7-11 bag he yelled triumphantly when he found it. Sinking back against the couch he eagerly immersed himself in the problems and dating lives of Vampire doctors.

Twenty pages in and he still couldn't forget the way Juliet had walked out of the Psych Office the day he'd told her everything.

Twenty three pages in and Shawn couldn't stop thinking about how many weeks it had been since she'd spoken to him in anything other than an official police officer to police consultant capacity. She told him cold hard facts about the cases they were working and sent him on his way, rarely meeting her eyes, never joking, not giving him any sign at all that there was any hope for them to salvage their relationship. The only hope he had was what Gus had pointed out to him; they still had jobs, were still working cases, so obviously she hadn't told the Chief. It was something he supposed. But then, after two weeks of that pure misery, she'd cashed in the two weeks of vacation time she still had saved up from her trip to the Amalfi Coast with Declan that never happened. And he hadn't seen her since.

Twenty five pages in and Shawn was so fed up with the hollow absurdity of the vampire doctors problems that he hurled the book across the room with all the might his inebriation allowed. It clanked harmlessly off of the fridge and dropped to the ground.

He glanced over towards the fridge. What he really wanted was another beer. He rolled to his side, determined to extract himself from the couch. He slipped and crashed to the floor with a thud. Groaning he pushed himself over so he was laying on his back. It was surprisingly comfortable on the floor. He reached feebly for the blanket on the couch and pulled it over him and he was out cold within seconds.

The Next Morning:

"Shawn?" Shawn groaned as light hit his eyes and he rolled over, using the couch to shade his eyes, "Shawn?"

"Not now Gus," he murmured, batting his hand towards the booming voice.

"Gus?"

Shawn's eyes shot open. That voice was definitely not Gus's. He spun around quickly and felt the room spin. He blinked rapidly, staying absolutely still until only one confused looking Juliet was standing in front of him.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in his head, Shawn stood up slowly; as if he was afraid moving would scare her off. "Jules?" he felt his mouth run dry. So this was it then. "What are you ah…doing here?" he forced his voice to remain even.

She froze, knuckles white around the strap of her purse. "I…" she tilted her head, and as the sunlight hit her face Shawn could see the sparkle of tears, "I missed you," she admitted quietly, not moving.

Shawn felt his throat tighten, "I missed you too," he whispered.

Biting his lip Shawn remained quiet. He'd thought of a billion things to say to her in the weeks she'd been gone. But none of them felt good enough now.

"Shawn I-"

"Juliet please," they spoke at the same time then blushed and stopped. Trying to stop his hand from trembling fearfully he motioned for her to continue.

She didn't speak right away; she pursued her lips and took another moment to collect her thoughts. "I never should have left like I did," she declared. Then her voice cracked, "I'm so sorry."

Shawn stared at her silently. There was no reason for her to be apologizing. He shook his head slowly, "Jules…"

"Let me finish," she plead and he nodded silently.

"The second I walked out of here…everything made sense," she hesitated. "I knew as soon as I started to leave that I could live with the truth," a tear trickled down her cheek, "And I knew I couldn't go back to not having you in my life Shawn. We fought for this-for us. I know that wasn't a lie," she swallowed hard, wrapping her arms around herself. A small half laugh/sob escaped her throat, and as much as Shawn wanted to run to her and hold her he was absolutely paralyzed with fear. After their last meeting he had no idea how this was going to play out, and last time he'd tried to touch her she'd cringed away from him. "And realizing that just…it made me so mad," her fists clenched against her sweater, "You bend every rule and every law in your path Shawn…" she shook her head sadly. "I've spent my entire life living by the law," a flash of anger crossed her face, "I arrested my own brother because he broke it. And then you come into my life and…you lie, you manipulate, you keep up one of the most impressive long cons in history-right under the departments nose," she let out a breath.

Shawn felt his face go pale, and he started trying to pitch together some defense, some sort of protection to help shield himself from her killing blow. He realized feebly that he was defenseless. He'd given her the only two things he had to give her, two things that he'd never given to anyone else. His love and the truth. With a sentence she could crush him.

"You do all of that and…and I want to let it slide. I don't want to turn you in, I don't want to see you in hand cuffs, I don't want you to go to jail," she trembled. "I'm a cop. Things are suppose to be black and white and you're just this giant grey area," another tear slipped down her cheek. "And I hated that you had that kind of power over me Shawn. I hated that you could make me disregard something I believe so strongly in, something I've pledged my life to protecting," she sighed, exhausted from weeks of agonizing over the situation. She swallowed and took a hesitant step towards him, aware of the way he watched her warily. He was so fragile, so much more broken than he wanted anyone to see. She reached out and gently put her hand to his cheek, her other hand pulled his limply from its place at his side and she brought it to her lips and kissed it tenderly. His face remained blank, guarded. "But," she licked her lips nervously and stared straight into his eyes, "I love you Shawn Spencer," she shivered, "More than I've ever loved anybody in my life," her hand trembled against his cheek-or maybe he trembled against her hand-"And if that means bending the rules than fine, because I'm not giving up on us. Not ever," she murmured, watching the drastic shift in his expression as her words sunk in.

His eyes glistened and he swallowed hard. He let out a long breath that came out jagged and his grip on her hand increased. A large lopsided grin spread across his face ear to ear. She couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. Seeing him so happy just pulled it out of her. His hand came up and cupped her face; with his thumb he brushed away a stray tear that was trickling down her cheek. Without warning his lips crashed against hers and his hands were cupping her face and running through her hair and all over her as if he was making sure she was real. His breathe reeked of stale alcohol but despite that Juliet wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping him pressed tight against her even when they were forced to break apart for air.

"Thank you," he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. She ran her hands through his hair, her nails scraping his scalp and she felt him shiver. She grinned.

"I love you so much," she whispered.

"I love you too," he whispered, his voice raw and husky.

She beamed at him. The words were finally out there, all the cards were finally on the table and the crushing weight that had been on her shoulders for the last three weeks seemed to be completely gone. As Shawn slowly lowered her to the couch, their lips never breaking contact, Juliet felt like she was on cloud nine.

June. 2015.

"Shawn?"

Shawn blinked and jerked his head up, forcing himself to stop looking at the bright green couch in David's living room. Gritting his teeth he sighed and turned back to Juliet.

"A little less than a year ago Macintosh and I were the first responders to a homicide at a five star hotel in Vancouver," Shawn stuffed his hands in his pockets.

Juliet cocked her head in confusion, "Wait…you were a cop?" She knew he was still doing investigative work, but she'd assumed he'd moved Psych to Canada; she hadn't expected for him to get a real 9 to 5 job.

Shawn shrugged, "They don't like to hire outside consultants up there," she frowned, "I was still a psychic, I just…" he shifted uncomfortably, "I was officially considered a psychic police officer." She quirked an eyebrow, "It's Canada Jules," Shawn offered as if that explained everything. "Besides, I made Macintosh do all the paperwork."

Biting back a grin Juliet nodded. Of course.

"Anyways, we responded to the call and found the lead singer/songwriter from the rock band Death's Embrace lying in a pool of his own blood," his eyes darkened as he remembered the crime scene, "Luke Lee, age 23. Blunt force trauma to the head," he licked his lip, "It was nasty."

"I remember reading about that, but what's it have to do with David Raymond?"

"'And he that blasphemeth the name of the Lord, he shall surely be put to death'," Shawn recited. Juliet frowned. "It was written on the wall of Luke's hotel room; in his own blood."

"Another Bible quote," she pursued her lips. There could be a connection but it was a stretch; the murders hadn't even occurred in the same country.

"Death's Embrace drew a lot of controversy from some conservative religious groups for their lyrics," Shawn smiled grimly, "That's not all. I knew Raymond looked familiar but it took a minute for me to put it together, his picture was in the victim's apartment," he moved back towards the picture frame on the actress Willow Paige. "In a picture frame. A single black picture frame. It was lying on top of his luggage," Shawn pointed to the picture of Willow, "The frame looked just like this one."

Juliet sucked in a breath. If Shawn was saying what it sounded like…if they had an international serial killer on their hands... She frowned, "Shawn…you were the first responder?"

"That's right."

She hesitated. "Then didn't you catch the guy?"

Shawn's face turned red and he suddenly became very interested in the blacktop basketball game happening in the courtyard outside.

"Luke was a U.S citizen. The case was put in 'more capable' hands-international cases are…messy…and were considered above my pay grade," he grinned ruthfully. "The picture struck me as odd, but well, I wasn't on the case so..." he shrugged; there had been nothing for him to do.

Juliet frowned. Being told no had never stopped Shawn from investigating something. Ever. "And you just handed the case over? You didn't conduct your own investigation?"

Shawn's expression darkened. "Do you not remember what happened last time I did that Detective?" he murmured, his voice flat. Juliet flinched. Yes, she did remember; none of them would ever forget.

Let me totally try to guilt you guys into reviews: I had surgery today. Nothing too major but, reviews would make me feel better 8D.

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