Hello folks! Sorry for not updating for so long not sure that I was missed anyway, but here's my newest chapter!

It's my first non-episode tag, and is completely in Juliet's first person POV, so if I royally screwed up, do tell me!

Standard disclaimers apply. I mean really, if I owned Psych, I'd be up in Vancouver filming instead of sitting in front of my dinosaur of a desktop dreaming about the could-be moments.

On to the chapter!

Late Night Work and Comfort Food

I groaned as I rolled my neck. My back and shoulders were killing me after sitting at my desk for the past five hours, trying to complete the ton of paperwork I had inherited from just about every other officer who had worked the case. It was all Lassiter's fault, really. He just had to try and be so heroic and masochistic and offer to do the paperwork of everyone else since he 'felt bad for being out of the case'- for three lousy hours when he went to visit Marlowe last week.

Any sane cop would try and do practically anything to get out of paperwork after such as case as this, so when the usually I'm-going-to-bite-your-head-off Head Detective so kindly offered to do all of their dirty work for them, they gladly dumped the stacks of paper totaling up to about half the trees in the Amazon on his desk and went out for group drinks. I tried to sneak out with them, not to go for drinks but to spend some time with Shawn, only to be held back by my beloved partner who explained in a not-at-all apologetic tone that he had completely forgotten that he had special visitor privileges to see Marlowe today that he just simply could not miss out on. Of course it would fall on the very same day that he accepted to do the entire station's paperwork, what a happy coincidence. Not.

Which leads me back to where I am now, stuck at my desk trying desperately to finish up the last pile of witness testimonies and reports before heading home. I could do this tomorrow evening, but I already had a date planned with Shawn and we have had so little alone time this past two weeks because of this stupid case and I didn't want to disappoint him by skipping out.

"I saw a black SUV pull out of the driveway, but I didn't get the plate or a look at the person driving it." I had already read about fifty or so of the same statement in the past hour, and I still had oh, about another fifty to go. The glaring desk lamp was beginning to hurt my eyes, and the fact that I was practically starving due to not having eaten anything since lunch was totally not helping. I looked around the station, realizing that I didn't know any of the night shift officers very well, definitely not well enough to ask them to go and grab something for me if they didn't mind. With nothing better to do, I sighed and turned back to the reports.

I felt an incessant tapping on my shoulder and I was just about to shrug the person off when I heard a very concerned, very familiar "Jules?" from my left. Shawn? What's he doing here?

"Shawn?" My voice was only a whisper from having being just woken up, "Wow, I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep."

"Well then, it's a good thing I came, isn't it?

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I tried calling your place for the past hour but you didn't pick up. Then I remembered that you had to complete all the paperwork for the Jeremiah case and was probably still at the station since Lassie so happily skipped out a long time ago, here I am!"He stretched his arm out, obviously proud of himself.

"Yeah, I wanted to finish this up ASAP, this case is so horrible I don't want to have to stretch it out any further than I have to, even if it's just paperwork," I wasn't exaggerating. The viciousness with which the murderer killed his victims was so bad that Gus couldn't work the case after the first two days.

"That's my girl. Anyway, figured you might be hungry so I brought a little something for you to eat" Shawn held to bags of Chinese takeout tantalizingly close to my face, and I'm pretty sure that my stomach's growls could be heard throughout the station.

Looking around to make sure that nobody was watching, I kissed him quickly. "Thanks Shawn, you're my lifesaver. I didn't get to eat anything since lunch which was at like, two."

Shawn gaped at me and I shrugged. "You're kidding, right? Jules, you can't go about not eating like this. You've exerted yourself so much these past few weeks- trust me, I know- and you really need to eat something to keep up your energy"

"I'm fine, Shawn." My attempt at convincing him was thwarted by a yawn.

"Uh-huh. Sure." Shawn started taking out the food and tried to pass me a pair of chopsticks which I pushed away.

"Look Shawn, thanks for doing this, but I think it's best for me to finish up this first then eat, okay? There isn't much more left, to do anyway, see?" I winced as I saw the 20 or so reports left for me to read through and sign.

Utterly unconvinced, Shawn pressed the chopsticks into my hand. "Of course, Jules. Such a tiny amount left to go. Come on, let's just eat first, 'kay?"

"Shawn..."

"Fine, at least let me feed you while you finish up this thing?" He was so obviously concerned, not to mention the fact that I was ravenous by now, that I smiled and nodded.

So, I spent next 45 minutes or so finishing up the reports while making sure that Shawn's attempts of stuffing the food (and about half the length or so of the chopsticks) into my mouth didn't accidentally them, while he came up with random quips and references that were completely irrelevant, but so comforting in the light of the situation.

"Finally," I said as I signed the last of the uncountable pieces of paper. It was a miracle that I didn't get even one paper cut this time around. I turned around to see Shawn fast asleep on the chair he had dragged beside my desk. I couldn't help smiling as I quietly gathered up all the files and walked over to the filing cabinets before clearing the empty takeout containers now cluttering my desk.

He looks so cute when he sleeps.

Yeah, of course I had seen him sleeping numerous times over the past few months, but it never ceased to amaze me how much he changes when he's asleep, how much quieter and innocent he is lying there beside me, or sitting, in this case.

I pat his cheek gently to wake him up. "Hey Shawn, I'm done here, you wanna go back?"

He stares at me emptily at first, the way he always does when he just wakes up, as if trying to remember his surroundings. "Jules?" he yawns and rubs his eyes, his trademark waking up ritual even if he had only been asleep for 15 minutes in a hard wooden chair at the PD.

"I finished my work. Let's go home." I pull him by his arm, helping him to stand.

"You do know that it means me crashing at your place tonight, right?"

"What?"

"Yeah, I had Gus drop me off here on his way home after our weekly Val Kilmer marathon. Now unless you want your poor boyfriend to trudge home on this cold, dark night..." He trails off, obviously wide awake now, and back to his playful, suggestive self.

I frown lightly, pretending to weigh the options in my head. "Fine..." I drag out in mock-reluctance, but Shawn knows me well enough to know that I can't be happier to spend another night with him.

"Perfect!" He exclaims exuberantly as he pulls me in for a quick hug before jogging out of the station and into the car park. "I bag the bolster tonight!" He yells behind himself.

I shake my head disbelievingly. This whole time and he still thinks I'll choose the stupid bag of stuffed cotton over him.

Well, I do suppose that is better explained in a show him not tell him sort of way after all...

Aaaand... fin!

I did horribly, didn't I? I'd really appreciate some constructive criticisms if you don't mind :D

And if I am lucky enough to have anybody out there who is actually looking out for my stories, I have about four more plot bunnies planned out on my phone- I just need to find time to write and post them :D

Thanks for reading! R&R, please!

PS, I know all of my stories are seriously flawed in spelling/grammar etc, so if any of you kind folks out there would be so nice as to be my beta reader? I'd really appreciate it!