Hey Fanfiction readers!

Okay, this is my first Psych fanfic, so bear with me here. I've just finished watching all the seasons, so I should be up to date with the story. However, if I get any facts wrong, just let me know.

Anyways, I came up with this idea after I watched "Tuesday the 17th" last week. That episode inspired this story a little bit, along with the season 1 episode "Scary Sherry: Bianca's Toast," which is one of my favorite episodes just because Juliet goes undercover. I generally like things about people going undercover to solve mysteries, probably because I love Miss Congeniality.

This story takes place a little bit more than 20 years into the future. I was originally going to write two other stories about how Shawn and Jules finally get together (they sort of serve as prequels to this story), but I decided to write this one first. I just got writer's block from my Bones story, so I decided to write this. The story is told in first person by my OC, Lacey (you will find out her last name at the end of the chapter). There will be two other leading OCs in this story, and one of them will be in this chapter.

Note: You may notice that the story switches from past to present tense a little bit. IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THAT. Lacey is telling the story as if it has just happened to her, but will occasionally throw in her current thoughts as she is telling the story.

Spoilers: I don't think there are any spoilers in this chapter. Maybe a little bit about the show in general.

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Psych. I only own Lacey and my other OCs.

Extended Summary: Lacey's life is crazy. Her parents work for the SBPD, she has a little crush on one of her best friends, and now she has a case of her own – going undercover at a cheerleading camp.

Lacey Who?

I walked calmly into the Santa Barbara Police Station, my Coach high top sneakers squeaking in the marble entryway. Removing my tinted turquoise sunglasses, I waved at the cop at the desk, who smiled and said, "Good afternoon, Lacey."

Yeah, I'm well known around the SBPD, but not because I have an extensive rap sheet. I've never committed a crime in my life, let alone multiple ones. And no, I'm not on the force either. Hey, I'm only seventeen! I've only had my driver's license for a year, and I can't even vote yet, so I'm not a cop.

The truth is, I'm well known around the SBPD because of my parents. My mom is one of the police department's best detectives after being transferred to Santa Barbara a little over 20 years ago. My dad? Well… he's a different story. Let's just say that he's helped the SBPD with cases for about the same amount of time that my mom has.

I continued into the police station, greeting every one of my mom's coworkers as I passed. I passed the chief's office, where I heard Chief Vick arguing with someone. The sound was faint and the window shades were drawn, but I heard the chief say something about a very important case and "four deaths already." Extremely curious, I let my detective instincts take over and pressed my ear up against the door. I got nowhere with that, for a few seconds later I felt something hit my leg and a masculine voice grunt, "Oof!" Next came a loud thump, and I turned to my side to see Detective Buzz McNab lying flat on the floor. I cringed and apologies began flying out of my mouth as I helped Buzz up. Buzz McNab is one of my dad's good friends from the SBPD. He's very kind and caring, but a little bit naïve at times. After over two decades on the force, Buzz was promoted from officer to detective, but that didn't mean he became any tougher. Let's just say that the best analogy for the personality of Buzz McNab is a giant teddy bear.

"Ah, hey Lacey," Buzz said as I pulled him to his feet. "What were you doing there?"

"Ah, um, listening for termites!" I cried, using the first possible explanation I could think of. "Yeah, I was worried that the station might be infested with them. Luckily, I didn't hear any munching on the chief's door. That's good news for her." I plastered a fake smile on my face as I prayed that the naïve side of Buzz would believe my excuse.

He did. "Well, that's good. I was afraid that we might have a termite problem, but I'm glad to hear that we don't."

I discreetly breathed a sigh of relief as Buzz carried on about why he assumed that the station had a termite problem. I'm not as good at on-the-spot explanations and excuses as my dad. He essentially made lying an art. I'm fairly certain that if Chief Vick were the one who caught me listening, I wouldn't have had a chance to explain.

I was pulled back into the conversation when Buzz said, "Well, I think Shane is over there with your parents." I blushed for a second at Buzz's statement. Shane McNab is one of my best friends and Buzz's son. We've known each other our whole lives, and I've always had a little crush on him. Pushing aside my emotions, I thanked Buzz and ran over to my mom's desk, where both of my parents were sitting, arguing animatedly about something.

Noticing Shane leaning up against a pillar next to my mom's desk, a "Get me out of here" expression on his face, I panicked and began fixing my seafoam green tank top. It's my dad's favorite color, though I think that's just because he likes saying it. After checking my breath, I shook out my sleek blond hair and headed over to Shane.

Upon hearing my approach, Shane grabbed my shoulders and pulled me a couple feet away, whimpering, "Save me. Your parents have been arguing about '80s movies for the past half hour."

I groaned as I said, "Again? Well, at least it's not about Gilligan's Island again. Last time, it went on for an hour and forty-five minutes."

We both gave small moans before dropping the conversation. There was an awkward silence between us as my parents continued their argument in the background. I bit my lip as I twirled my hair nervously, while Shane stuffed his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. I desperately wished that my other best friend, Bex, was with us to break the awkward silence by saying something stupid like, "Anyone want to play cards?"

I was so thankful a few seconds later when my dad finally looked up and said, "Lacey! When did you get here?" He stood up and I hugged him as I said, "Just a little while ago. What is it with you and '80s movies?"

My dad just laughed while my mom answered, "Sweetie, that's just how he is."

More laughter erupted, and I saw Shane walk away out of the corner of my eye. Slightly disappointed, I grinned and joined my family in some family time at our second home.

A door slammed down the hall, and I heard some incomprehensible mutterings as footsteps marched angrily down the hall toward my mom's desk. "Spencer!" a gruff male voice shouted as the footsteps came closer.

"Yes?" the three of us replied in unison, looking up at our visitor.

He paused, realizing he hadn't specified which one of us he was referring to.

Yeah, that's right – the three of us. I'm Lacey Spencer, daughter of "psychic" Shawn Spencer and Detective Juliet O'Hara Spencer. Our visitor was Head Detective Lassiter, and right behind him was Chief Vick, a large case folder in her arms.

Well, now we know Lacey's last name. She's Shawn and Jules's daughter!

I love Buzz. He's just so sweet.

Oh, and a little note: Lacey's friend Bex is Gus's daughter. Her real name is Rebecca, but everyone just calls her Bex.

Don't worry, there will be pineapple references later! Probably in the third chapter.

Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW! Tell me what you think! I'm posting the second chapter with this one, so please read that one too! PLEASE REVIEW!

Shules forever!

AQotL