Chapter 2: Letter

Shawn's POV

I worked like I never did before. I had to make it up to them. I had a break-through. Finally! I wrote a letter and hopped onto my bike and headed to the police station.

When I got there, I hopped off with the letter in my hand. I walked up the stairs and paused at the doors. I could see Juliet working feverously at her desk. I stared at her. She looked up as if she had felt my stare. She looked startled to see me. Then, her face contorted into an angry mask. She sprung up and started to head toward me. I dropped the letter and hid at the side of the station. I heard her angry voice yell my name.

Juliet's POV

I was working hard on some paper work. It has been a week since we last saw Shawn. I suddenly felt like someone was watching me. I glanced up and spotted Shawn at the door, staring at me. I was shocked. How could he just come back? I grew angry. I jumped up and walked to the door. He dropped something and ran. I reached the door and opened it. I yelled his name. Nothing. I looked down to see what he dropped. It was a crisp, white envelope addressed to Detective Carlton Lassiter, Detective Juliet O' Hara, and Chief Karen Vick. I carried it in.

Lassiter's POV

I was savoring this Spencer-free week. I was finishing my reports, when I saw my partner stand up and started to walk to the door. She opened it.

"Shawn!" she yelled.

I bristled with anger. I saw her bend down to pick up something. It was an envelope. She walked over to me.

"It's from Shawn for the Chief, you, and me. Let's go to the Chief's office so we can read it together."

"Okay."

Vick's POV

I heard a knock on my door. I can see my two detectives there. Detective O' Hara had an envelope in her hand. I wonder what this is about.

"Come in."

They opened the door, walked in, and closed it behind them.

"I have a letter from Shawn, addressed to us," said O' Hara. She paused as if waiting for approval to open and read the letter.

"Well, don't just stand there. Read it out loud," I said.

She tore it open. She read it out.

Dear Chief Vick, Detective Lassiter, and Detective O' Hara,

I am truly sorry about accusing Officer Richard Ramon for murdering his wife, Margaret Ramon. I have figured out who it really was. Her brother, it was her brother, Thomas Patrick. He wanted to get the family house in their father's will. He loved it so much. So, how dare his little sister get it instead of him? He was so jealous and full of rage. He went to a bar and got drunk. When he got home, he was still mad. In a bad moment of judgment, he pocketed his emergency gun and drove to her house, still in a stupor. Angry and drunk, he went to her house and shot her. That woke him up. He couldn't believe he shot his sister. He panicked. He cleaned up the crime scene. He wiped away blood and located the bullet. He dropped a card for the bar he went to under the dresser. The bar tender indentified a man who came in angry and went crazy with the drinks. He said his name was Thomas Patrick who told him how his sister inherited the house he always wanted. He also said that he was making death threats for Margaret. His personal office is in the left wing of his store. The evidence (murder weapon) is in a secret compartment under his desk. He didn't want the police to find it when they came to question him.

This will be the last case I did for the Santa Barbara Police Department. I will be leaving the state. Do not try to locate me, you will not find me. You can close down Psych. And I will like to apologize. I am so sorry. Tell Gus and Dad that I am leaving again. I will like to say a few things too. Tell Officer McNab that he is a very kind and talented cop and that he will make a great detective one day.

Chief Vick, you are the greatest chief anyone can ever have and a fabulous dresser. Carlton, you are one of the best detectives I ever had the honor of meeting. It was nice knowing you. And Juliet…when I first saw you I thought you were just another girl, but you aren't. You're different. You are special, very special. As the years gone by, I kept falling deeper in love with you. Every turn-down made me want to try harder to get you to be mine. Every smile made me happy inside. Every laugh made me feel butterflies. Every bad hair day made me smile. Every bad joke still made me laugh. Every day watching you work your butt off trying to crack a case made me admire you more. I love you Juliet. I love your turn-downs, your smile, your laugh, your hair, your jokes, and your passion for your work. And I love you. I can't believe it took me so long to say it. And I had to say it in a good-bye letter. I hope you can all forgive me. I am greatly honored to have been able to work with all of you. Can you tell everyone I am sorry and that I am leaving?

Sincerely,

Shawn Spencer

P.S. - I am still outside.

Juliet's POV

Everybody paused to process what they had just heard. I was the first to register that it says Shawn is still outside. I dropped the letter and ran out the office. I can hear the Chief and Carlton behind me. When I reached the door, I can see Shawn sitting on his motorcycle. He was staring longingly at the police station. He then realized we were at the door. He offered a sad smile and a small wave. He started his bike and rode away. I yelled his name and then I collapsed into tears.

Shawn's POV

I was sitting on my bike waiting for them to read the part where it said that I was still outside. I just stared at the station, wishing I can just go in and be welcomed. Suddenly, I saw Chief Vick, Carlton, and Juliet arrive at the door. I smiled and waved before driving away. I didn't want any of them to try and stop me.

"Shawn!"

It was Juliet, but I didn't stop. I was off.