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Story Notes:
Welcome, everyone! This story features my OC, Rebecca, and takes place after two of my other stories, Witness Protection and The Luck of Carlton Lassiter. You should be able to understand the story without reading the first two, but I would recommend reading the others anyway. The title comes from the song 'High Enough.' Please enjoy! Awesome banner by Dragonnan! image

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych, nor do I own any of its characters, settings, trademarks, or related material. Psych and all related materials are the property of their respective owners. The plot and original characters of this story are my intellectual property. I am not associated with Psych, its creators, or any involved parties. I am not associated with any other media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Chapter Notes:
The beginning! Welcome and thank you to readers new and old! I hope you enjoy the show. ;-)

"I don't want to hear about it anymore... It's a shame I've got to live without you anymore... There's a fire in my heart, and a pounding in my brain---it's driving me crazy. We don't need to talk about it anymore... Yesterday's just a memory; can we close the door? I just made one mistake... I didn't know what to say when you called me baby..." -------'High Enough,' D*** Yankees

When Rebecca Williams woke up on her nineteenth birthday, she felt an incredible sense of foreboding, a weight on her chest. She hated it. She didn't particularly know why, but for no particular reason that she could see, she just felt like the world wasn't the same anymore, and it should have been.

She sighed, got up, got ready, and made herself toast for breakfast as she played the New World Symphony on her IPod. She nibbled halfheartedly, preoccupied with going over her schedule in her mind. "Today, classes until five-thirty. Tomorrow, work until four and last class until five-thirty. Then, Saturday. Saturday... is my date. Which I am utterly unprepared for. Curse you, college essays that need to be written..."

She gave up on the toast and fed some of it to her little brown-and-white dog. He growled and snatched it from her hand. "Cip!" she mock-scolded. "Why do you do that? It's not like I'm going to steal it from you. Be a gentleman!"
Suddenly, she heard her front door unlocking and being shoved open, and she jumped to her feet, delighted. Only one other person had a key to her house, and only one person would ever think of coming in, unannounced, at six o'clock in the morning: Head Detective Carlton Lassiter.

She skipped to the door, clapped happily, and did a sort of jumpy dance in place, unable to decide whether she should stay where she was or whether she should run to him, for it was indeed Lassiter who had opened her door. He smiled slightly, amused, and, following their daily ritual, tersely said good morning.

"Good morning!" she answered brightly, shifting anxiously, thinking to herself, "Not yet. Not yet. Wait for it..."
And after what seemed like an eternal expanse of seconds, Lassiter finally growled, "Well? Get over here!"
Grinning adoringly up at him, she did, and bounded lightly forward to embrace him.

Lassiter smiled, too, very pleased with himself for finally shaking Shawn Spencer's claims that he could not win over the ladies, and pleased that he had someone to embrace again after the loss of his ex-wife, his former partner, and various short-term girlfriends. Secretly, he'd been getting a little worried and depressed. But no more. He whispered into her ear, "Have you guessed what we're doing on Saturday yet?"

Rebecca's heart nearly stopped when he whispered. She could feel herself blushing, and she cautiously hid her face in Lassiter's shoulder. "Nope," she mumbled self-consciously, willing her heart to stop skipping beats. "I haven't had time to even think about it. I've been so busy, it's not funny!"
Lassiter nodded in understanding. "We all have. It seems like I've been making more arrests than ever."
"Which is either a testament to your crime-fighting skills, an indication of an increase in crime, or both," concluded Rebecca.

Lassiter puffed out his chest a little at the mention of his crime-fighting skills. Rebecca smiled just a little wryly. She really did love stroking his ego. If if made him smile, it would make her smile, too.
Lassiter didn't think about smiles often, but he did know how to treat a lady when it came to romance. He whispered in her ear again. "Happy Birthday, Williams."
Rebecca slid her reddening face along his shoulder, farther from his face, in the vain hope that he would stop whispering like that, because it kept her from thinking clearly and made her shaky.

Lassiter smirked triumphantly at Rebecca's reaction. Yes, he was good at romance. Rebecca was struck with a realization, and abruptly pulled away from him. "I didn't tell you that!" she cried.

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