"THAT IS ENOUGH!"

Everyone froze.

"You sir, are always down-grading me! I work my butt off for this station, and all I get from you is insults and mockery. I solve case after case, and you still try to convince them not to hire me! When have I ever been wrong?"

"Now Spencer…," Lassiter said trying to calm the fuming psychic, even though his words rang true.

"What? Are you going to take another jab at me?"

'Mr. Spencer that is enough!" exclaimed the Chief.

Shawn rounded on her.

"And you Chief Vick! I have to all but beg on my knees to get a case and I have a 100% success rate. Doesn't that mean anything? You say you don't need me on a case, yet I solve it faster than any of your detectives would have. Sometimes, I wonder why I … I helped get back your… your… your, oh forget it!"

"You helped get back my what?" the Chief asked curiously.

"Your… your JOB back. Okay!"

Everyone was shell-shocked. How can you say that to the Chief?

"Did any of you stop to think that maybe I knew Janice Alvi? She was like an aunt to me," Shawn said, on the verge of tears.

The occupants of the station were guilty. They forgot Shawn use to come here as a child. Of course, he'll know Janice, the sister of the retired officer, Officer Raymond Alvi.

"I came here to tell who the killer was, but all of you except Buzz McNab blew me off and said I was wasting your time and being a nuisance. I thought we were all comrades. Now, I know how you really feel about me, the nuisance and the bother."

"You want your murderer! Here!"

He threw down the file. He had tears running down his face and he was sniffling. All could see he was only slightly angry. He was mourning. He wiped his face and straightened his composure. The frown and glare returned. He spun around and marched to the door, angry yet again.

"This will be the last case I will ever do for Santa Barbara Police Department if I have a say in it."

He reached the door and would have swung it open if not for the gentle hand on his shoulder stopping him from doing so. He turned. It was Juliet.

"What about me? What did I do wrong? I know I did something," she said, looking sad.

"You… you looked so over-worked and sad, I… I couldn't stand it. I was trying to cheer you up, like I always try to do. But all you… you did was brush me aside. It hurt me. And not just that, there's more. You broke my heart over and over again, every time you dated different guys, but never me. I knew you for 4 years. Even though it pained me greatly to see you with them, I didn't intervene too much because I wanted you to be happy. I always wanted you to be happy. Who am I to stand in the way of you enjoying the rest of your life with someone you love? I just want you to know I never in my whole life met any girl as beautiful and intelligent and able to come up with such great comebacks like you Juliet O'Hara. I ask this one thing: Did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe I... I…"

Not knowing what else to say, he grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss. She was shocked and stood there with a surprised look on her face, but eventually her face relaxed, her eyes closed, and her arms wrapped around him automatically. Their kiss grew deeper and more passionate. The world around them disappeared. They finally stopped only because they ran out of air.

Shawn leaned his forehead over, resting his against hers. He had her hands clasped in his resting against his chest, over his heart. A sign for my heart is yours.

"…might love you, Juliet?" he finished lamely with a goofy, lopsided grin gracing his face.

The dream-like state they were in came crashing down when someone cleared his throat. It was probably Lassiter. They suddenly became aware of the open stares, protective frowns (Lassiter again), raised eyebrows, and satisfied smirks.

"Good-bye, Juliet," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear, making her shiver slightly and make a small audible purr.

He ran out the door into the night.

The station stood in stunned silence and Juliet had a dreamy look on her face. The silence was shattered by the phone ringing. McNab answered it. After a short moment of listening, he put it on speaker. Shawn's voice rang out.

"Oh by the way, I made a rhyme for you when I was heading out the door.

A lie once formed.

A culprit uncaught.

For that is what I am,

But a psychic I am NOT!"

He hung up. The sudden silence rang through the place. Everyone was yet again shocked. They knew they should be in action, trying to find Shawn and arrest him for lying to the station and posing as a psychic consultant. But it seemed that no one could make themselves move, not even Lassiter. It just dawned on them that they might never see their psychic, no pseudo psychic, again.