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Author's Note: I want to say that I am really sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I have just been really busy and tired lately and I have like a million more excuses but I'll stop and let you read. Sound good? Well, enjoy chapter 11.

Chapter 11: Keepin' It Real

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Juliet yawned and stretched her arms out when she hear the alarm go off. She gasped when her hand collided with a face.

"Ugghh! What was that for?" Shawn mumbled sleepily, grabbing his nose.

Juliet propped herself up on her elbow. "Oh my gosh! Shawn are you okay?" She tilted her head to get a better a look. "Here, let me see."

Shawn slowly lifted his hand and Juliet examined it. "I think you'll be fine, Shawn. I didn't even hit you that hard." She settled herself back on his chest and smile, "Hi."

"Hi," He replied with a smile. Juliet leaned up to plant a lingering kiss on his lips. He bent his head for more but Juliet turned her head down to the side, his kiss landing on her cheeks. He pouted.

She gave him a sad smile, "Sorry, but I have to go to work and so do you," She told him before getting out of bed and getting her work outfit. She stopped beside Shawn and gave him a playful glare.

"I'm getting up, I'm getting up!" He sighed, putting his hands up in defense.

Juliet chuckled as she closed the bathroom door.

Juliet sighed and ran her fingers through her blonde hair. Apparently, criminals wanted to work on Christmas but not the day after. Plus, she was starving, but didn't have much money for lunch.

She was just starting on some more paperwork when a butt slid across her desk knocking some pencils and papers on the floor. She looked up to find the face belonging to the butt staring down at her smiling.

Her face lit up. "Shawn, what are you doing here?"

He held up a take out bag. "The spirits told me you were hungry. That and you left your lunch on the counter at home."

"Thank you so much," She said.

He smile back, "Your welcome." She smiled and he leaned forward.

"Ah-hem," Chief Vick stood in front of Juliet's desk, "Detective O'Hara, Mr. Spencer, would you to mind joining me in my office."

They looked at each other sheepishly before following the chief into her office. Lassiter was already there, looking impatient.

"I need you to go look at the McGregor crime scene again and see if Mr. Spencer can find anything you missed. This needs to be done."

"Fine, come on." Lassiter said before heading out of the office.

Shawn grabbed Juliet by the hand and jogged to catch up with Lassiter.

"Lassie-face! Can we take Jules's car? I would really like shotgun. Please, please?" Shawn whined.

Lassiter grimaced. "No."

The trio arrived at the deserted crime scene ten minutes later. Lassiter led the group into a two-story brick house with Juliet beside him and Shawn lagging behind.

Suddenly, Juliet felt an arm yank her into a closet.

"Shawn," she glared at him, "What are you doing." She whispered, exasperated.

He shrugged. "This," Shawn replied before covering her lips with his.

Juliet curled her arms around his neck and let him deepen the kiss.

"O'Hara? Spencer?" Juliet pulled back out of breath.

"Shawn, we should not be doing this in a closet at a crime scene." She said.

Shawn nodded. "I'll save it for at home." He winked, making Juliet blush.

Juliet opened the closet door only to find herself face-to-face with her partner.

"O'Hara, what were you doing in there," he frowned when he saw Shawn exiting behind her, "And with Spencer of all people?"

Juliet blushed, "Um, well, Shawn just wanted to, uh-"

"I thought I saw a spider in here Lassie. And, well, spiders scare me." He told the detective in his best baby voice.

Lassiter mumbled something under his breath and glared, then walked away.

"Shawn, please, you need to behave yourself," Juliet whispered, before joining Lassiter in the living room where the body was found.

There was a dark brown couch near against one wall facing a TV. Two loveseats were placed on opposite sides of a turned over coffee table. There was a dried pool of blood on the white carpet near the table and blood was also splattered on one of the white loveseats.

"O' Hara you can fill Spencer in on what has happened." Lassiter grunted.

Juliet turned to Shawn. "Harrison McGregor was found by his sister-in-law last Monday night. His wife and two younger daughters were at her house because she was in a fight with him. The wife said the back door was broken, but nothing was taken or out of place.

Shawn did a quick overview of the room. "This murder was definitely planned, but by someone he didn't know very well," he adverted his eyes to pieces of glass in the carpet, "His killer also had no need to cover his tracks."

"So this was a work of a professional?" Lassiter questioned.

Shawn looked up and shook his head. "No, this was the work of a serial killer."

Again, so sorry I haven't updated in ages. I'll try to update more often. So how does everyone like the new episodes of Psych?

I'm having some writer's block with my story, but I think I'm going to add a serial killer (hint hint the crime scene) and I might have him kidnap either Shawn or Juliet.

You can review or PM me and tell me which you would rather see.

P.S.- I have no clue how serial killers work, so don't get mad if I write something wrong. :)