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"Jules, you're talking about someone that I have known since I was a child; if he had a sister, I would know." Gus said, staring at Juliet as if she has just said Stan Lee had created Batman. "It's impossible! Shawn would have told me!"
"What if Shawn didn't know?" Juliet stated softly.
"What do you mean? Of course he would; it would be cruel not to tell him. I know he and his dad didn't have the best relationship, but Henry would never keep that from him!"
"Henry did it to keep both of his children and his wife safe."
"Safe from what?"
"Why do you think Henry was so against Shawn working the Yin case when Shawn has definitely proven that he can handle himself?"
"So are you telling me that Henry has dealt with Yin before everything that we've been through with that psycho?"
Juliet nodded, looking around for Shawn, "I think we need to finish this somewhere where Shawn can't overhear."
"Does Henry ever plan on telling him?"
"Yes." She said, tensing up when she saw Shawn coming back to the table, "later."
"Sorry it took so long, there was a game on!" Shawn apologized as he placed the glass of coke in front of his girlfriend.
"No apology needed." Juliet smiled. "Plus, I have the game recording for you at my place."
"That is why I love you!" Shawn declared, grabbing her hand and kissing it.
"So, what are we doing tonight? Pre-recorded game and pizza?" Gus asked.
"I make a mean meat lovers." " Shawn stated.
"And you know who else does? Big Italy down the road."
"Why pay for a pizza when your loving best friend and boyfriend could make you both one that is ten times better?"
"We aren't letting you near the stove, Dude."
"One mistake, one mistake."
"You almost burned down the kitchen in the station!" Juliet reminded him.
"Details, details." Shawn said, sticking his tongue out at them."
"You are so mature, you know that?"
"Of course I am. It's part of my charm."
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"Alright, Emily, finish with a round-off." Coach Hastings ordered. She clapped as Emily landed a clean landing.
"How was that, Coach?" Emily asked as she straightened her uniform.
"Decent." Coach replied. She noticed the frustrated look on the young girl's face. "Emily, you are one of the best gymnast on this team, but something seems to be bothering you and holding you back. You can tell me if there is."
"Thanks, Coach, but there isn't anything going on." Emily lied. If she had learned anything during her fourteen years in the gymnastics world, it was to never show weakness; it was what destroyed you and gave everyone the chance to beat you.
"Alright, why don't you go work on your floor performance?"
"Okay." Emily said, grabbing her water bottle off the carpet and heading to the mat. She saw two of her friends, Erin Thomas and Lucy Stevenson, sitting down on the benches next to the mats.
"Hey Sexy Mama! What's going on?" Erin cooed at Emily as she placed her water on the bench next to them.
"Nothin' much, Chicken Legs." Emily replied. "What's up Nanna?"
"I'm never going to live that nickname down, am I?" Lucy groaned.
"Nope." Erin confirmed with a smirk.
"Why?!"
"Hey, it's your fault for being obsessed with potassium for two years." Emily mocked.
"Hey it's better than mac and cheese!" She mocked back.
"Don't you miss carbs?" Erin asked, staring dreamily at the ceiling.
"Well, you know that if we make the Olympic team we'll never get to look at carbs for four years." Emily said, bending down and stretching to touch her toes.
"The only downfall to the Olympics."
"Just think about how good that Gold Metal is going to feel."
"If we all get on the team we all better place!"
"Isn't that what we've had planned since we were old enough to understand what the Olympics were." Lucy laughed.
"Of course you and Emily are going to be tied for second and me in first place." Erin sassed.
"I think that it's going to be the other way around, Chicken Legs." Emily smirked.
"Alright, if you're so great, let's see your floor routine."
"I don't have any of my music."
"What? Emmaline Madeline Spencer is unprepared?" A snotty looking blonde girl mocked as she walked past the mats.
"I hate her." Lucy sneered as they watched the girl pass by.
"I really hope Stephanie doesn't get on the team." Erin said.
"She'll probably have her daddy buy her way onto the team. How do you think she gets all those private lessons with Coach?"
"Of course…her dad is one of the richest men in Santa Barbara." Emily scoffed.
"I don't want to talk about that blood sucker anymore." Lucy said. "What should we do later? I heard that Jason is having a huge party tonight!"
"And Hastings would kill us."
"When are you going to get a life that consists more than just this place and watching NCIS on a Saturday night with your dad?" Erin asked as politely as she could. "I mean you have to learn to do things without him, especially if you move to New York."
"I know, but you know how close we are."
"I think your dad would understand if you miss one night. Plus Jason is supposed to bring some guy that is perfect for you."
"I don't think so. Plus, I don't have any free time to date anyone and Jason knows that…he's the fourth musketeer for Christ's sake."
"Okay…well while Erin and I are out having fun, I hope you enjoy Mark Harmon solving crimes." Erin said getting up and flipping her perfectly straight Auburn colored ponytail over her shoulder.
"Oh trust me I will."
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"Do you think that we should go without Emmy?" Lucy asked as she added a topcoat of mascara to her lashes.
"I mean I want her to go, but she doesn't want to." Erin said, fixing her royal blue strapless dress.
"You know if Henry knew she was blowing off a party to spend time with him he'd be so pissed; he's always talking about she has to have a life outside of the gym and him."
"So, why don't we go over there and talk to him?" Lucy asked.
"And risk getting her pissed at us?" Lucy nodded, "I'm liking this badass side of you, Lucy Stevenson!"
"Eh, it's mainly because I want her to meet this guy that Jason is bringing for her." The girls both giggled.
"Well, let's go get the last part of our trio!" Erin said, linking arms with Lucy and pulling her towards the stairs.
Henry sat on the couch, watching television when he heard a knock on the front door. He groaned and paused the television and pushed himself off of the couch and made his way to the door. He opened it and saw his daughter's two best friends. "Hello, girls."
"Hey, Mr. Spencer!" The girls said in unison.
"What's up?"
"Well, Emily already told us no…but there is a party tonight and we really want her to go, but she said that she didn't want to miss the NCIS marathon with you. We were hoping that you could convince her to go!" Lucy stated, tugging on her curly sandy brown hair.
"And will there be alcohol at this party?" Henry asked the two young girls.
"Of course not." Erin lied.
Knowing he was being lied to, he turned to Lucy. "Lucy? Will there be alcohol there?"
"Yes." Lucy caved.
"Good girl."
"But, you know Emily won't drink; she's too afraid of anything getting in the way of her getting on the team."
"So, you're wanting me to make my daughter go out to a party?"
"Yes!" Both girls cried.
"Okay." He said, leading the girls up to Emily's bedroom. He knocked twice and gently pushed the door open. "Emmy?"
"Yeah?" Emily replied, her back facing the three.
"Get dressed. You're going to that party."
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Little Rose Potter