Hey guys. So, I've been writing a few things for Psych, and I thought of this little one shot. But now that it's actually written, I'm thinking of maybe making it a two-shot. So I guess I'll let you guys read it and help me decide.

Shawn pulled up to the apartment and simply stared at it for a moment. Yes, it was raining, and yes, he was soaked to the bone. But he knew he had to do this. He had to face her sooner or later. Might as well rip the band-aid off now.

Of course it had been Jules who had been the one to figure him out. And of course she would tell the chief. Her sense of the law took precendent to anything else. Besides, how could he have thought he could hide something like this from someone as perceptive as her? To be honest, he was surprised that he managed to keep it a secret for this long.

The door opened as he was about to knock. A bright beam of light from inside hit him at the same time a large, heavy duffel bag did. His breath whooshed out of him, and he barely managed to catch hold of the railing before he fell.

"Get out of here, Shawn." The door slammed shut, the light disappeared. He stood there, stunned, for a second before his senses kicked in. He fumbled with his keys, found the right one, and frowned when it didn't fit.

Of course she would change the locks.

Shawn pounded his hand against the cold wooden surface of the door, calling Juliet's name. He didn't blame her for being angry. If their roles were reversed, he would be furious too. But he still clung to a shred of hope that they would be able to talk it out and salvage whatever was left of their relationship.

The door opened again, and he came face-to-face with a very pissed Jules.

"What?" she spat at him, blocking the doorway with her body, preventing him from coming in from the rain. As she glared up at him, Shawn found himself amazed that such a tiny creature could be so intimidating.

"Jules, I'm so sorry. I really am. I would have told you. I really would have, but I was still trying to figure out a way to tell you without running the risk of you being implicated if anyone else ever found out."

"How very thoughtful of you," she snarled, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"It was a mistake-"

"Like hell it was!" She stepped outside and jabbed a finger in his chest. "You lied not only to me, but to the entire SBPD for almost eight years! You deliberately told us something that wasn't true for that long, and then you have the gall to come here and tell me that it was a mistake?"

Shawn had always had a way with words. He could play with them, arrange them, manipulate them in a way no one else could, something that made Shawn uniquely him. Everyone would stop to listen, even if it was in annoyance. A few sentences from him could talk down a dangerous criminal, cheer up a room full of sullen detectives, put a smile on Juliet's face...

That was how he knew he was in trouble when he didn't know what to say.

He floundered around to find the words that would fix all this. He didn't know how to say what he was thinking. He couldn't think of something to say that was both true and that would calm Jules down.

"I'm so, so sorry, Jules. I never meant for this to happen. I never wanted to hurt you." He sighed and ran a hand through his drenched hair. He didn't know what else to say. "Maybe I should leave."

Jules nodded, not knowing the full implication of his words. She didn't know about his life before, about the other time he'd simply disappeared off the face of the earth. She wouldn't know he didn't just mean he should leave their apartment. There was no way she could know he meant he was leaving Santa Barbara. Maybe leaving the state. Possibly even leaving the country. There was nothing left for him here, anyway. Psych was closed for good, with no hope of ever opening again. He was out of a job, and had no place to stay, now.

"I just need to say one more thing before I-"

"Shawn." Her voice was quiet, but he could hear the fury ring clear underneath it. "I have an aluminum baseball bat just inside this apartment. If you don't get off this doorstep in ten seconds, I will go get it and break your kneecaps. Got it?"

He had no choice but to walk away. He watched her disappear inside their apartment before riding off on his motorcycle. There was just one more order of business for him to take care of.

The inside of the SBPD looked like a ghost town. Either everyone had gone home for the night, or they were all out chasing suspects. Shawn had no idea which was right, but either way it made his mission that much easier.

He slipped through the hallways, stopping at Juliet's desk. He scribbled a quick note, taped it to the box he'd brought, and carefully placed both of them in the top drawer of the desk. he took in the empty bullpen one last time, then left as quickly and quietly as he'd come.

He almost made it out unnoticed.

"Mr. Spencer, what do you think you're doing here?" Shawn froze as he recognized the voice coming behind him.

"Saying goodbye, Chief. Nothing more," he replied, spinning on his heel. She strode over to him slowly, eyeing him suspiciously.

"What did I see you putting in detective O'Hara's desk?"

"Just something for her to remember me by," Shawn said, straddling his motorcycle. Chief Vick's eyebrows raised slightly, silently asking him to explain more.

"Chief, please, I can't-" She held up her hand, cutting him off.

"I'll make sure she finds it."

She didn't say anything else. She didn't have to. Shawn gave her a nod of appreciation, gave the throttle a firm twist, and then he was gone.





Soooooo... what do you think? One-shot or Two-shot?

The next chapter would be in Jules's POV, just btw.

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