"It's a Psych thing."

She did her best to hide how much in awe the entire psychic thing could still put her in. Which proved difficult as each vision was correct. 

Picking up the case file on her desk, she sighed. Carlton may have faith in ‘good ol’ detective work’,  but Juliet knew they were between a rock and a hard place.  “I did not show you this.” She handed it to him with the slightest of hesitation. “28-year old Candice  Thorne was found murdered in her home. No sign of forced entry and our number one suspect, the live-in boyfriend, has an alibi.”

Jules was always nice about his psychic thing. She was clearly taken in by the act and while he hated lying to her it wasn’t like he could just own up to it now. It made her happy so he’d keep up the charade and help solve crimes.

His reaction confirmed her initial suspicion and she briefly mulled over making a thing out of this, but then, that wasn’t fair to him. Not if he had grown up living a totally different life, she had no right to go changing that. “Yeah, it’s not every day you meet someone with your last name,” She said with a soft smile, nodding over to the CSI techs. “So you said you knew something? I have to warn you, Agent Fleming is not such a fan of the psychic crowd.”

“Wow, listen to all of this sass. I’m guessing someone doesn’t want a candy apple…”

Sure Lydia had never actually believed in any of the nonsense Shawn had spewed about spirits and this and that, but after everything they’d been though she hadn’t once wanted it to go away. Wanting things is something else entirely though, and she knows that, so instead of being dazed by the news that he’s a ‘fraud’ like the rest of them she had gone looking for him.

So after looking just about everywhere else, she finally decides to check his place. Bingo.

“Hey yourself,” she hasn’t really given much thought as to what she’s gonna say since she’s been more concerned with finding him. “U-um you ok– what are you doing with that pineapple?” The thing was distracting enough considering everything that had blown over that that, she was no master observer but since she was already at an angle when he had decided to open the door she noticed it.

Shawn knew that people were looking for him. His phone was buzzing every few minutes with a phone call from either Jules, Lassie or the Chief. All wanting to find him. The only thing they’d said after it had been revealed was that they wouldn’t press charges for fraud because of his record. Didn’t mean they wouldn’t shoot him.

It hadn’t occurred to Shawn how little he actually owned that he really cared about. Sure he had his bike and some old mementos but most of his favourite things were at Psych. Which was no longer open to him since it had finally come out that he wasn’t a real psychic. He didn’t have long before an angry Lassie would come and shoot him so he was packing up and shipping out.

After all, that was what he was best at.

Simply sighing as she completely disregarded his interpretation of her.  From what she learned acknowledging any type of goading he does never end well. “I think your vibes are faltering. Carlton and I are doing just fine. Terrific, actually. He is running down a lead as we speak.” It was a lie, of course.  They were drowning, but Carlton was adamant on not involving Shawn.

His eyebrow raised along with a hand to his forehead. With the cover of a vision he could scan ehr desk for proof that he was right.

“Right… well then I guess you can thank them for this little surprise then.” she adds as he’s done with his Nicolas Cage quib just before disappearing for a moment and returning with the new bandages. Cleaning up Shawn isn’t anything new, so neither are all the wrong names and just overall Shawnness of this moment. “No, life’s not a board game, now hold still while I take these off,” Lydia has already lifted his shirt up as high as it goes before she pauses, “actually just take off your shirt all together,” she decides it’ll be easier if he does and waits for him to do so as she reaches for some disinfectant. 

       “What’s with that face?”