"Good morning, Sunshine!" Shawn exclaimed as he walked through the front door of the Psych office.

Sitting at his desk, Gus replied without looking away from his laptop screen. "It's past noon, Shawn."

"I know, I know. What was I supposed to say? Good afternoon, Sunshine? Good afternoon, Sun-now-slowly-moving-towards-the-west? That's just weird," Shawn said, sitting is his chair and turning his own laptop on.

"Well, technically, the Earth is the one moving, not the sun. It's called relative motion."

"Dude, could you at least pretend you don't have this kind of information sitting on the tip of your tongue?"

"Shut up, Shawn," Gus replied, finally looking up from his computer. He then noticed that Shawn was smiling, instead of having the revolted expression on his face he usually had when he made fun of Gus for, in his own words, "being such a nerd." This couldn't be good. "Why do you have that stupid grin on your face? Did you change the outgoing message on my cell again?" Gus asked, annoyed.

"Gus, don't be a lump of sticky Play-Doh. Can't I just be happy? Besides, why would I do that again? I'm sure I can't top my last attempt," Shawn said, chuckling as he remembered what the message was. "C'mon, it was awesome - ‘You've reached Burton Guster, drug dealer and snake whisperer extraordinaire'," he added before he broke into laughter again.

"Yeah, that was really funny, especially when my boss heard it and I had to listen to him rant for 40 minutes about how I'm expected to behave professionally and, to quote him, ‘not like a crazy buffoon'," Gus replied, the annoyance in his eyes visibly swelling to anger. "Anyway, I was about to call you. Chief Vick called a few minutes ago; she wants us to be at the station as soon as possible."

Shawn flinched at the thought of going to the station. "What else did she say?" he asked, forcing a smile.

"She said she had a case for us, but she didn't give me any other details. We should get going, I'm just going to grab my coat," Gus answered, getting up from his chair.

"Do we really have to? Can't we just call her and say we're not interested? I don't feel like going there today," Shawn said, a pleading look in his eyes.

"Since when don't you want to go to the station? You're always hanging around there, even when we're not working on a case," Gus said in a suspicious tone. "What did you do, Shawn?"

"Nothing. I'm just not in the mood for a case right now. We could just stay here and play some video game... maybe order some food. I heard that new place down the street makes some really good nachos," Shawn replied unconvincingly.

"Shawn..."

"Fine, I smeared Lassy's keyboard with Krazy Glue when I was there yesterday. I'm sure he'll try to kill me once I step inside the building."

Gus laughed at the image of the detective getting his fingers glued to his keyboard, but soon stopped after a thought crossed his mind and he realized Shawn was lying. "Wait... when did you find the time to do this? I was with you the whole time."

"When you went to the bathroom?" Shawn asked, weakly.

"Shawn, we stayed there for twenty minutes; I'm pretty sure I didn't go to the bathroom. I'm not buying this. You'd better tell me now what's going on or I'll..."

"Jules and I kissed last night," Shawn blurted out.

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"I've already told you, Gus!" Shawn exclaimed abruptly as both men walked down the hall leading to the Chief's office inside the SBPD building. "She dropped me off at the office, we were both tired, I asked her if she wanted to get some coffee and it just sort of... happened. It's your fault, really. If you hadn't bailed out on me, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now," he added, pouting.

"I told you I had to go over to my parents' for dinner. If I cancelled again, my mom would've killed me," Gus replied as they reached Karen's office and Shawn knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Excuse us, Chief," Shawn said, stepping inside, followed by Gus. Lassiter and Juliet were already in the room, and Shawn couldn't help but notice - from the corner of his eye, because he was definitely trying to avoid looking directly at her - that she turned her head the other way when he walked in.

"Mr. Spencer, Mr. Guster," Karen said with a nod. "I'm glad you could join us. There's been a murder at a storage facility, and I thought we could use your help on this one. There are some crime scene photos I need you to look at; see if you can psychically pick up on anything we might be missing. Detective O'Hara's got the file; she can fill you in on the details."

"Why me?" Juliet uttered impulsively, almost at the same time as Shawn's blunt, "Why her?"

 "I'm sorry. Do you two have a problem with this?" Karen asked, a mix of shock and aggravation in her tone.

"No, of course not... w-why would I have a problem with that?" Juliet said, stumbling on her words.

"Yeah, Chief, why would we?" Shawn asked nervously.

Gus tried hard not to laugh at the scene, while Lassiter frowned, somewhat surprised and confused; whatever these two were up to, he was sure he'd be better off not knowing.

"Great. Now get to work, all of you," Karen said with a suspicious look in her eyes.

"Yes, Chief," the four of them replied almost in unison and left Karen's office, first Juliet, then Lassiter and, finally, Shawn and Gus.

Standing by the now closed door, Shawn watched as Juliet headed towards her desk and took her seat. This is going to be weird, he thought. He was trying to decide what his first line should be when he was interrupted by Gus.

"Ooh, Juliet, I love you so much," Gus mocked him in a high-pitched voice, before moving on to making all sorts of kissing noises in his right ear.

"Hey! I don't sound like that!" Shawn protested, jerking away from Gus. "I'll go talk to her; you can wait in the car."

"Are you sure that's the only thing you're going to do?" Gus asked, laughing. He was having way too much fun with this; it was certainly nice to have the upper-hand on Shawn for a change. "Because I think you want to hold hands and share feelings..."

"Shut up, Gus! She's right there, she might hear you!" Shawn pleaded.

"...you know, Jules, all I ever wanted was my dad's approval," Gus continued in a whiny voice.

"Hey! Cheap shot!" Shawn whispered loudly.

"Shawn and Juliet, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-..." Gus started singing quietly, before being elbowed in the ribcage by Shawn. "Ow! That hurts!"

"Dude, go wait in the car! I'll be right there," Shawn said between his teeth.

"Fine, I'll wait in the car," Gus replied with a mischievous smile.

As Gus turned around and started walking towards the exit, Shawn took a deep breath and slowly went up to Juliet's desk.

"Hey," Shawn muttered.

"Hi, Shawn," Juliet replied as she immediately handed him the file. "So, basically, this guy showed up dead with two shots to the chest in front of a storage unit near the harbor two days ago. There were no witnesses and none of the employees recognized him. He had no documents on him, so we still haven't been able to ID him, and the only evidence we found at the crime scene was a partial fingerprint that lead us nowhere when we ran it through the system," she said, a hint of nervousness showing in her nearly trembling voice.

"Nice... I mean, not for the dead guy..." he said with a forced chuckle. "Anyway, we'll get to it and see what I can psychically read out of these pictures."

"Yeah, you do that," she replied, proceeding to stare vaguely at the file Shawn held in his hands while biting her lower lip.

An uncomfortable silence took over before Shawn could think of anything to say. "So... listen, about last night... it doesn't have to be this awkward," he said softly. "So what if we kissed? It's not like..."

"Why don't you yell that a little louder? I don't think they heard you in Ukraine!" Juliet snapped, causing all the people who were working nearby to stop what they were doing and turn their heads in her direction.

"Relax, Jules! I wasn't yelling. There's no need to be this paranoid; no one's paying attention," Shawn whispered loudly. "Well, at least they weren't... until now," he added, noticing the weird and curious looks on the faces of those surrounding them.

Realizing that pretty much the entire station now seemed to be paying attention to Shawn and her, Juliet blushed. "What are you all looking at? Go back to work!" she uttered in a loud and distinctly irritated voice. She waited until everyone else resumed their activities before she could speak again. "I'm sorry, Shawn," she mumbled, still embarrassed.

Breathing in loudly as she summoned the courage to say what she was about to say. "It's just that... this is clearly a mistake." Unable to face him any longer, she lowered her head and focused her eyes on the unfinished reports piled up on top of her desk. "We can't do this; not when we're working together all the time. It'd be... unprofessional."

"Right... unprofessional," Shawn replied, nodding in agreement.

As if time had stopped, both remained still in the same positions for a moment that felt like years before Shawn eventually broke the awkward silence that had developed between them once again.

"So, dinner tonight?" he asked, an unusually bashful smile adorning his lips.

Purposefully still looking at the pile of reports, Juliet sighed and hesitated for a few seconds. Finally, she raised her head and gazed into the hazel eyes of the man standing anxiously in front of her desk. "Sure, pick me up at 8. And bring me a helmet because I'm not getting on that bike without one."