musicalluna

Title: So It Begins
Fandom: Psych
Author: MusicalLuna
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Shawn/Juliet
Genre: Humor, Fluff
Warnings: None
Complete: Yes
Summary: Shawn discovers something about Juliet.
A/N: I'm on "vacation" rofl at a dart tournament with my dad, so I had a bit of time to write (he plays darts, my stepmom and I hang out and lurk in the hotel room) and I bring you the Lassie smush! LOL This is from his perspective, and I actually really like it, so I hope you do too. Let me know if he ever sounds out of character! :D Also, let me know if it gets confusing anywhere.
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych.

"I’m thinking about getting a tattoo."

Lassiter rolled his eyes. That was something he didn’t need to know about Spencer. And how inappropriate could one man be? This was a crime scene for heaven’s sake, not some coffee shop where he could sit around and chitchat.

"Can I look at yours?"

And just like that, Lassiter was actively listening to the conversation going on in the adjacent room.

"What makes you think I have a tattoo?"

Lassiter rolled his eyes. He could tell by the sound of O’Hara’s voice alone that she was trying to play it cool. He still couldn’t believe that she had gone undercover for over a week without blowing her cover. Even if they were sorority girls.

Spencer smiled. "I’ve seen it."

O’Hara gasped and hissed, "How?!"

He frowned, wondering exactly where this tattoo was. The smirk on Spencer’s face could be heard in his voice. "How do you think?"

"You can see things like that?"

Oh, please. This was ridiculous. O’Hara was a good detective, but honestly, how could she believe the load of crap that Spencer claimed he was capable of? He didn’t know how the moron could have seen the tattoo, wherever it was, but he sure as hell did not see it psychically.

"It’s a gift, and a curse. So, can I see it?"

"I thought you’d seen it," she said suspiciously.

"I did, but my visions can be kind of foggy and I want to really get a good idea of what it’s going to look like."

Good God, he was full of such B.S. O’Hara would never—

"Fine. But don’t get any ideas, Shawn. This is strictly business."

Damn.

Spencer sounded amused. "Please Jules, I’m a man of honor."

Lassiter snorted. Right. And he was a purple turkey. Despite himself, he was curious, so he edged toward the doorway, careful to make sure no one was looking before he peered into the room.

O’Hara had taken off her jacket, which now hung over one arm. They both faced the opposite wall and Spencer was bent over, the hem of O’Hara’s shirt pushed up a few inches, revealing the tattoo in question on the small of her back.

"Wow, Jules," Spencer murmured. He brushed his fingertips over the small design and O’Hara stiffened slightly. "This is really cool."

From what he could make out, the tattoo was of a miniature badge, with a dated banner floating around it. It either commemorated her graduation from the Academy, or maybe her appointment as detective. He bet the former, based on the date.

"You think so? It’s not stupid?"

Spencer smiled and straightened, smoothing her shirt back over the tattoo. "Of course not. It’s cool that you’re passionate enough about what you do to get a tattoo in honor of it."

Lassiter pulled back around the corner when O’Hara turned toward Spencer.

"You realize you’re now obligated to get a tattoo and show me, right?"

"No matter where I get it?"

A smack sounded from the other room. "Shawn!"

He laughed. "Okay, okay, I’ll get it somewhere G-rated. Do you think I have the right bone structure for one like yours? It might make my back look fat, which you know, would be horrible, because I’ve got a really sexy back—"

"Shut up and pull your shirt back down, Shawn."

"O-kay…" he said petulantly. "Did it hurt?"

Oh, brother. This was just getting stupid. Why was he still standing here listening to this idiocy?

"Yeah. It wasn’t unbearable or anything though."

"…Would you go with me, Jules? Hold my hand?"

Was he serious? She couldn’t go for that. How could she not see his shameless, childish flirting for what it was?

"Okay, I think I can do that."

Oh, sweet merciful heavens, was she really that oblivious?

"Strictly business though, right?" he said playfully.

"Maybe not strictly."

Apparently not.