A/N: So who thinks that this song speaks Psych, but more importantly, Shawn? Yeah...I thought so :D. Okay so this is just something completely random that popped into my head, once I decided to use Secrets. We all know that Shawn is slightly eccentric, and so I could totally see him going about telling Jules this way. alright, enough rambling...enjoy!

Chapter Six: Secrets

I need another story

Something to get off my chest

It was a day like any other. I woke up in my bed...nothing unusual there. I was alone. Not unusual, though I did enjoy the days that I woke up next to my beautiful girlfriend. I think that was when I realized that today might be a little different than most others. Today was going to be special. Maybe it wasn't because of the emptiness on the opposite of the bed. Maybe it had to do with the voice-mail on my cell that explained that my psychic abilities where needed on another case. Perhaps it was the feeling of utter despair that once again I'd have to go in there, fake my way through another case solved.

Did I hate what I do? No. Of course not. I love working with the police, even if on some accounts I'm not really wanted. It has more to do with the fact that the entire police force, Lassie included, thinks that I'm a psychic. It's all a lie. Though I must say that I am a fantastic actor, I mean I have fooled them all for the past five years. That's just it though. I am tired of all the lying. It has to end.

So as I lifted myself out of bed, and grabbed whatever clothing just happened to be tossed around, I jumped into the shower knowing that today would be different than any other day. Whether or not it was a good or bad different I was about to find out. Then again, I am Shawn Spencer and since when has anything ever gone my way?

My life gets kinda boring

Need something that I can confess

'Til all my sleeves are stained red

I found that Gus was waiting, rather impatiently, on me once I exited my shower. Well this wasn't the best start to the day. No breakfast was not cool. I grabbed some toast that Gus so thoughtfully...thought to toast while waiting for me. Quicker than I really wanted to, we were out the door and on our way to Santa Barbara's newest homicide. Did I know that yet? No. Though I did assume this to be the truth. I am hardly ever wrong.

Once arriving on the scene, the dead body just laying there, fresh blood. I knew that my assumption was now truth. See, told you. Hardly ever wrong. I chuckled lightly at Gus's look of disgust. Five years, and he still couldn't handle a crime scene.

"I think I'm gonna hang back...here"

I grinned at him fully, before patting his back. The last time he had attempted to visit a crime scene like this, he almost destroyed evidence. He did not want to face the wrath of Lassiter again. "I understand. Lassie can be scary sometimes."

I watched as Gus turned to face me. "You know that's right." He held his hand up, and I bumped his fist with my own. Nothing unusual here.

I stepped out of the car and slowly I walked up to join Lassie and my best girl, Jules. I smiled at Lassie, as I slapped him on the back. It had been a few days since I had been on a crime scene with the elder detective. Not being able to annoy Lassie on a daily basis really makes for a boring day. I heard him grumble something that sounded like pulling his gun and miserable life. I laughed, before winking at Jules. The blush that rose on her cheeks made my stomach do a flip flop. God, did I love her.

"So. Dead body. I'm taking a leap here, but I'm saying murder."

I watched as Lassie rolled his eyes, and Juliet tried to stifle a smile. This made a somewhat bad day better. Leaning down I took in the sight in front of me. I had one of two choices. One, I could fake my way through another vision...or option two, lie some more and say that I'm not getting any psychic visions.

Placing a hand to my temple, I shake my head. "Sorry guys. The spirits are still asleep. They don't like to be woken early."

Juliet shook her head, her hand very visibly over the already growing smile, while Lassie just huffed and said something that sounded like useless idiot psychic.

Rising to my feet, I went to stand by Juliet. The way the early morning light shone down on her face my heart race and I knew, I couldn't lie anymore.

"Jules. Can we go somewhere for lunch...we need to talk." I had to fight to keep my voice even..steady...and serious. I watched as she shook her head. Good. Today she would find out the truth, and if she still accepted me...then everyone else would find out some truth today as well.

Sick of all the insincere

So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

I sat in a corner booth, yes a corner booth, in our favorite diner waiting for my favorite detective to show up for lunch. After fifteen minutes of waiting I felt as my leg started to bounce up and down with nervous energy. I had two things to tell her, one thing to confess. Depending on how well the first thing went would be the deciding factor on if I went ahead with the second. I felt like I needed to go for a small walk, or at least do something to get rid of all this nervousness. Looking up though, I realized two things. That it was too late to do anything but sit there, and secondly, it was far too late to back out.

Jules walked in, every trace of beauty exposed, leaving a breathless smile on my face. I couldn't believe how desperately in love with her I was. I didn't even think I was capable of loving someone that much. I stood up, until she was seated. At which time, I sat back down too.

My hands were in front of me, bouncing in chorus with my legs. What I was about to say could either make me the happiest man alive, or leave my life in ruins. I was literally putting every ounce of my own happiness in Juliet's hands.

"Shawn...Are you okay?"

I did mention how much loved the way her brow quirks up when she's worried? It might be the single cutest thing I've seen...but right now, that's neither here nor there. Right now I just needed to say what was on my mind and wait for the fallout.

"Jules...I-" I paused. More like choked on my words. Literally felt like I was choking. Every ounce of emotion in my body seemed to scream at me not to do this, and yet I fought those feelings. She needed to know. If we were ever going to have a future then she needed to know. My mind was made up. "I haven't been...honest with you."

I watched. I didn't speak one more word, I just watched. Her face was like an open book of emotions. Confusion, hurt, pain, anger, the last one seemed odd to me. I couldn't quite place it. It seemed like a slight mixture of all the emotions in one strange package. She was going to storm out and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Not that I didn't want to, but I couldn't lie to her any longer. Five years is long enough.

"What do you mean Shawn?"

It seemed almost as if she knew the answer to the question she asked, but needed confirmation. I sighed, as my head fell into my hands. I couldn't look at her for what I was about to say.

"I'm not...psychic."

I waited. I listened intently, but I didn't look. I couldn't. The tiny ounce of pain that had stricken her face earlier was enough to fully break my heart. I couldn't take it again. I never heard the click clack of her heels on the tile floor. I didn't hear her yell or scream. I didn't feel the inevitable slap on my face. All the things that I figured would happen, didn't happen. Was it okay to hope that maybe she was taking this better than I would have thought?

"Shawn."

The way my name rolled from her mouth made me instantly look up. She didn't look angry, but she didn't look happy either. To say I was confused would have been an understatement.

"Why did it take you so long to tell me?"

Was that...realization that had been on her face before? Did she know?

"I—I didn't want to hurt you. I..." It was bugging me...the look that I couldn't identify earlier. It was driving me crazy to not know. "Did...you know?"

She broke out of her straight face, as a smile crossed her lips.

"I didn't. Not for sure. But I had my suspicions."

I fought against my own smile, before it won out and what I'm sure accounted to lighting up my face.

"I have one more thing to say, and this could quite possibly be the single most important thing I ever say...well to you at least. I will, however, have to have a talk with Lassie and that thing on top his head that he calls hair. It gives people like me." I paused pointing at my perfectly maintained head of hair. "A bad rep. It's ridiculous."

She laughed lightly. "Please...continue."

I had planned how I would do this for the last few weeks. Nothing ever seemed right. That was when I realized what the problem was. I am not a planner. I am a doer. So, as I had seen on far too many movies, I scooted out from my seat, and got down on my knee. I smiled at the beautiful woman in front of me.

"Juliet O'Hara. Would you do me the great honor of making me the happiest man alive...and marry me?"

The look on Juliet's face spoke so many different volumes that I wasn't sure what to think. The emotions flash by so quickly before landing on one. Elation.

"Yes."

She smiled at me, before I pulled out the velvet box that I had kept in my jacket pocket. The ring was small, but I placed it on her finger and hoped for the best.

This time don't need another perfect line

I'm gonna give all my secrets away

I stood outside the chief's office. Juliet had been in there for a while now, and I had wanted to go in with her. I had gone in with her before the chief kicked me out. The chief never kicked me out. Well, unless you count the times I sat in her chair drinking pineapple smoothies, but that doesn't count. It's not my fault that the chief does not enjoy delicious flavor. The door opened slightly, Juliet's head poked out.

"You can come in now."

Shaking my head, I bounded in through the door.

"Mr. Spencer. I urge you to shut that behind you."

I gulped, but complied. I kept my body facing the door for a second to gain some composure before facing the chief. I was unsure how much Juliet had told her, so I stood a decent distance from her. Even if I did crave to hold her hand. The chief looked between the both of us for a while, before clasping her hands in front of her.

"I urge the two of you that mixing business and pleasure could be catastrophic for both of you're careers. However, there is nothing that says a detective and a consultant cannot have a relationship. So, unless this." She paused as she waved her hands between us. "Gets in the way of you're work, then I have nothing to say...besides congratulations."

I sighed in relief, swiping a hand across my forehead, catching the sweat that had built up from falling. Then I reached out and snagged Juliet's hand in mine. Oh this was quite possibly the happiest day of my life.