Shawn is slightly late for their lunch meeting. Just slightly. Good thing Juliet likes pie.

This is her second piece.

The fact that she's got pie enough to eat alone is disturbing in of itself.

Come on, Shawn, where are you?

It's been a long time since Juliet and Shawn have been alone. In fact, this is the very first time they've been alone in her appartment since they made things official ( Read more... )

Juliet is hanging around the station. That in of itself isn't a great sign, but at least she's keeping herself very busy.

She looks up from the pile of paperwork and raises an eyebrow at Carlton. "I have an hour before the babysitter needs me. Want to take a walk?"

Juliet had to usher Shawn into this place. She doesn't expect him to know anything about cut, clarity, or quality ( Read more... )

Juliet is in full cop-mode when she hits the diner; mirrored sunglasses and all. She scans the menu, picks out a cheeseburger and a salad, and pre-orders Shawn an ice-cream soda. They both should have a half-hour before they need to go back on duty ( Read more... )

She's taking the gun apart again, sliding the edge of the faded Van Halen tee-shirt into and out of the chilly notches of the chamber in the cool, white light of the moon ( Read more... )

Juliet has been snoozing on an off for the past six hours. The baby isn't helping her there, being fretful with her colic, and since she can't have Shawn around twenty four seven she's doing the best she can with what she has.

She's contemplating lunch when she hears Carlton on the baby monitor.

Juliet is, predictably, punctual when she arrives at the door. She stuck Carlton with most of the paperwork after she finished her shift, and has a handful of supplies in a plastic sack, which she's toting under her arm; mostly DVDs and magazines to restock his stash ( Read more... )

It's midnight when someone starts pounding at her door.

Jules was wearing pink bunny pyjamas and some cold cream, and had been having a dream about being a gold medal gymnast in the Olympics when she wrenched herself up out of bed to answer the door.

With a gun in her hand.

She has a feeling she knows who it is, but you can never be too sure.

Juliet is in the middle of her step-areobics session when her cell phone starts to buzz. She picks it up and manages to text back without missing a beat - only one man she knows would have this kind of timing.

Just come over, Shawn.

She finishes her ten minute cardio burst and fixes her hair. It's Shawn; he won't mind.