Remember, December?
Title: Remember, December?
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Pairings: ShawnxJuliet
Characters: Buzz, Shawn, Juliet, Gus, Lassiter
Genre: Romance, prompt, Christmas fic
Warnings: Slightly OOC Shawn
A/N: Title from Demi Lovato's Remember December. For theinsaneeraser
Shawn looked around the festivally decorated office; even the word 'Psych' had been outlined in holly berries and tinsel hung from the letters. He toyed with the card in his hand, kicking his feet onto his messy, present covered desk.
He bit at his lip, hoping Juliet wouldn't mind him not getting her a real gift, that hopefully the card would make up for everything. He hoped that she still felt the same, that she would forget about his ex, and hers.
He answered the phone, still toying with the card. "Yello?" he listened, a slow grin crawling up his face. "Of course, Chief. I'll be there right away." he hung up, dropping the card on the desk. He shrugged on his heavy coat, glad that the Santa Barbara area had finally amassed a large falling of snow. IT would make everything just perfect.
He grabbed all the present, the card in his mouth and dumped them into the backset on his bike. He sped quickly through the streets, albeit more careful than usual. He skid to a stop in front of the convention hall, where festive lights hung, twinkling merrily as he gathered his things. He hid the card carefully in his shirt, spying the table stacked with presents. He was stopped on his way, though, by Buzz McNab.
"Merry Christmas, Shawn!" he greeted enthusiastically. Shawn smiled. "Here, let me help you." the ravenette took half of the large pile, greatly fixing the large weight that had his arms cramping.
"Spencer," he turned around, grinning at the dark haired officer.
"Merry Christmas, Lassie! How's our favorite Grinch?" he spied Juliet O'Hara behind the detective, and lost all interest in the man's reply. He excused himself quietly- which had Lassiter thinking maybe something was wrong.
While watching the ADHD ridden psychic however, Lassiter couldn't help a small smile.
"Jules?" Juliet glanced away from Gus, who raised a delicate eyebrow(how does that man get his eyebrows so perfect? Shawn wondered briefly.) "Can I, uh... Talk to you?" everyone from the precinct watched the two, mixed expressions of confusion, anticipation and glee on their faces.
"Sure, Shawn." The blonde smiled, following the almost red head to a pillar. "What is it?"
"Well, I mean. I actually want to give you this." he held out the card, flushing when their fingers brushed. She smiled, opening the dark red envelope. She pulled out a card, ignoring the slight lump still left over. She read the card, dropping it in surpise.
She looked up at Shawn, bright eyes shocked. He shifted his weight, taking the envelope. He tilted it, dumping out a beautiful gold engagement ring.
The sapphires and diamonds were arranged in a rose-esque shape. He knelt down on one knee, taking a shakey, deep breath. The others watched in anticipation.
"Juliet O'Hara." he began nervously, aware that his voice rung out in the silence. His usual cockiness seemed to have abandoned him. "Will you marry me?"
"I..." the blonde dropped to her own knees, flinging herself into his arms and kissing him. "Of course, you idiot." she whispered, kissing him again. And again. And one more time.
The precinct clapped, the noise thunderous in the convention hall they'd rented out. And on the ground, under feet sat a card. A card that would be scooped up later by the janitors, and thrown away.
Juliet, fair Juliet.
How thine eyes do shine
And to show how much I love you,
To show you that I care
Inside this envelope my love
A ring I hope you'll wear.
Love, Shawn.