Disclaimer; I don't own Psych, unfortunately, takes place during the last fic; also thank to Andrew's Slinky for the idea about the México joke, see their story "Shules, chapter 6" for more explanation

Shawn smiled as he listened Jules' laugh, it was an unbelievably beautiful song; he could never get tired of hearing it.

"It's true I swear, Gus says he'll never go back to México with me and I don't see why," he pouted, which Juliet found adorable.

She covered her mouth trying to calm the laughing. It was their second date if you counted dinner at the bar with Gus the day before as their first. This date consisted of Chinese take-out and a movie, the movie had finished and Shawn had come up with the great idea of taking turns tell one another something true about them the other probable didn't already know.

The last had been that Shawn, along with Gus, had once been arrested while in México. Which had led him into telling her the full story.

"Maybe it's because you got him arrested," Juliet said between giggles as she started to gain some control.

Shawn shrugged as he grabbed a left over fortune cookie that sat on the on the coffee table. He broke it open and popped a piece of cookie into as he read the tiny slip of paper.

'Sometime honesty can be more than it's on reward'

"You're turn," he smiled; trying not to let it show that he was flustered about the cookie. But he was, most defiantly, he wanted her to know the truth, that he wasn't psychic; he wanted to tell her before they got in too deep. That was why he had started this game but he had yet to find the courage.

"Um, I speak fluent Spanish," Juliet said, she was starting running out of things, except one that she kept putting off.

"I'll have to remember that next time Gus says no to trip to México," he said giving her his signature lopsided grin.

'I have to tell her now, have to do it. But what if she hates me for lying to her, what if.. no I have to. Now or now, or was it never.'

Juliet watched Shawn carefully, he had half-heartedly joked about her going to Mexico with him but it seemed strained, forced. She watched him as he closed his hazel eyes and took a deep breath, it was clear he was going to tell her something big, and she was nervous.

"I'm not psychic," he said keeping her eyes closed not want to look for fear of seeing the hurt that was without a doubt in her perfect blue eyes.

Juliet let out the breath she had been holding and opened her mouth to speak, but Shawn cut her off.

"Please don't hate me; I shouldn't have kept this a secret from you. I'm so so sorry for it," he rambled.

"Shawn," Juliet said but he kept on going.

"Please Jules let me explain, then you can do what you want to me."

"Shawn" she said louder.

"But please don't hate me, though I probable, most like, defiantly deserve it; I don't know what to do if you hated me."

Juliet smiled as he rambled on, it was cute but she needed to stop him so she could get a word in. So she did only thing she was sure would shut him up.

She leaned over, grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. Shawn froze, to his credit he didn't tense up but he froze as his mind went into over drive. He had just told her he had been lying to her since they first met and she was kissing him. What kind of backwards dream was he in; then again maybe it was best not to ask?

Before Shawn's mind and body caught to one another and he could respond she had pulled back.

"I know Shawn, I've known for a while now; I just never found a way to tell you. Then you came up with this idea and I figure it may be the best chance. You have done such amazing things though that sometimes I did wonder so you will have to explain how you do it."

Shawn blinked at her a moment his mouth open slightly, "you knew," he finally managed to say.

Juliet nodded, "for a while," she repeated.

Shawn let out a long breath and smiled, "must say I like you version of make me stop rambling much better than Gus', maybe you should suggest your way to him sometime."

Juliet laughed and then pulled him in for another mind blowing kiss. He could explain the method to his madness later they had much more pressing things at the moment.