Disclaimer: I don't own Psych, though I wish I could be a part of that sweetness.
The sun was shining brightly, as usual, in the Santa Barbara area. The warmth seemed to be infectious and the pseudo-psychic Shawn Spencer was ready to get to work on the latest case he had just received from Chief Vick of the Santa Barbara Police Department. He was always eager to solve a case, annoy Lassiter, and flirt with a certain blonde-headed detective. He was so excited that he couldn't understand why his partner and best friend wasn't as excited as he was.
"Gus, don't be Louis Jourdan in the Swamp Thing! We got a case! Let's go!" Shawn said as he gestured toward the open office door.
Gus stared down at his computer defiantly.
"I'm not being anything, Shawn! I told you right when I came in this morning that I had a lot of work to do today, and I wouldn't be able to help you on your little cases when, and if, you got one!"
Shawn sighed exasperatedly.
"My little cas-? Fine, I guess I'll just have to work with my partners Lassie and Jules instead," Shawn smirked inwardly, as he noticed the glare Gus shot in his direction, "and I guess you just won't get a piece of the 'little' check that comes with this 'little' case."
Gus grumbled to himself, knowing he had lost this round and was about to give in.
"I'm taking this with me," he said as he picked up his laptop, ignoring Shawn's victorious smile.
"You don't call shotgun when there are only two people, Shawn! It's a given!"
"No it's not."
"Yes it is."
"No it's not. What if I wanted to ride in the backseat?"
"I would refuse. I am not your chauffeur. And why would you want to ride in the backseat anyway? It would put a strain on the conversation and make it seem awkward."
"Gus, I don't think conversation between us would suddenly become awkward just because I sat in the backseat."
"Oh, it would."
"I don't think so."
"I think so."
"Let's try it."
"Hmm...that was awkward. Weird," Shawn said as he stepped out of the back of Gus's little blue car.
"I told you." Gus said, stepping around the car and walking up to the police department alongside Shawn with his laptop tucked underneath his arm. "Now, let's figure out what this case is about quickly so that I can get back to work!"
Shawn rolled his eyes as they stepped into the Santa Barbara Police Department.
"Guys! Get in here!" Chief Vick yelled from her office doorway. Shawn and Gus exchanged glances. It was always something big when Chief ambushed them like this when they first walked in. They walked into the office, and after Vick told them to shut the door and close all of the blinds, she sat down in her chair.
"Guys, this is big. This-"
"Please don't tell me this is about finding you another nanny, Chief," Shawn cut in. "Because-"
"No, Mr. Spencer," Vick said through her bared teeth. "This is not about a new nanny. This is about something much bigger than that."
"We're listening, Chief!" Shawn said, as he plumped down into one of the chairs near her desk. Gus hurriedly sat down in the seat beside Shawn and focused all of his attention on the Chief.
"What I need you guys to do-" Shawn and Gus leaned forward slightly "-is cheer O'Hara up." Shawn fell back into the spine of his chair and Gus opened his laptop with the words, "I have real work to do!"
"Chief!" Shawn said indignantly. "Do you take joy out of raising our hopes and then crushing them in one fell swoop? We thought we were about to go head to head with a crazy murderer who made slurping sounds while playing mind games with us!" Gus shot Shawn a look.
"I wasn't hoping for anything of the sort, Shawn!"
"Dude, you don't think that would be freaking cool? I mean, of course we wouldn't fall for his mind games, and we'd outsmart him in the end which would cause him to respect us. You don't want the respect of a genius psychopath?"
Gus rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the computer screen.
"Mr. Spencer! Gus!" the Chief called their attention back to her. "I thought you would enjoy this particular case. Well, granted, maybe I shouldn't use the word case seeing as it's more of a favor to the department and I won't be able to pay you. O'Hara isn't giving her full attention to cases and I'm afraid it's going to jeopardize her work."
Shawn gave a deep sigh. "Of course I will help Jules, Chief. You didn't even need to ask. But...since you are, favors call for a favor in return. So keep that in mind."
Shawn delivered a smirk that made the Chief regret asking for a favor in the first place. Shawn then stood up and headed for the door. "Come on, Gussy!" he yelled over his shoulder. Gus and Shawn stepped out of the office. "Shawn," Gus said, "I assume you can cheer Juliet up on your own. I really need to get this finished!"
"Don't worry about it, buddy. I can handle it." Gus nodded and walked off.
Shawn started to look around the department until he noticed the silky, blonde hair of Juliet O'Hara. She was sitting at her desk with her head propped in her hand. Shawn noticed that she left her hair down today and that she was wearing a black blouse with a pink shirt underneath that completely accented her curves. It seemed that she was really taking the advice of the woman that told her to dress-to-arrest. Unfortunately, however, he also noticed the sadness in her blue eyes, and he knew why it was there. One of her cats that had just recently given birth was dead.
Shawn smiled softly and reached into his pocket. He pulled out the fake ID he had received from Jules and pinned it to the bottom of his shirt.
"Hey Jules!" he said, bounding up to her desk.
"Shawn, please. I don't feel like dealing with you right now," she said wearily. Shawn felt a pang go through him as he heard the sadness in her voice and the words she had spoken.
"Come on, Jules. You don't have to-"
"Why are you even still wearing that ridiculous thing?" she cut in, pointing at his fake ID. "You know we just gave you that as a joke because that's all you are...a joke." With that, Jules got up and walked away.
Shawn stood there looking after her. "What was that about?" he asked softly to himself as she rounded a corner. He looked down at his ID and heard Jules' words ring back in his head as he stuck it back in his pocket. This was going to be harder than he thought. Maybe he should get the Chief to pay him after all...
Please review...And this is my first fanfic ever so I hope it satisfies. I know that this was kind of short and mostly Shawn and Gus and that wasn't much like our Jules but please bear with me. There will be more Shules and I'll try to make Jules' attitude understandable.