Catching up (RP for smellsofpeaches)

[dial_a_psychic]

Sitting on Jules comfortable chair, Shawn waited for the young Detective to come back to her desk . According to Buzz, she had been in the Chief´s office for over 20 minutes now, apparently handing paperwork and disscusing the new case she´d been assigned to lead and had efficiently taken care of. Everybody at the station had been talking about it

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[smellsofpeaches]

Jules practically swaggered back to her desk, an air of confidence about her that wasn't exactly usual.

"Shawn?" A note of confusion crossed her face as she spotted him sitting in her chair. "What's up?"

[dial_a_psychic]

"Jules!" He said with a huge smile on his face. "The spirits told me someone made a terrific job with her last case."

Handing her the plush he got up from her chair. "Congratulations."

[smellsofpeaches]

She blinked at the small kitten, taking it from him hesitantly.

"Oh.. thanks," she managed, hiding just how touched she was. "I ... don't know what to say. This is really sweet."

With a grateful smile, she pulled him (and the kitty) into a half-hug.

[dial_a_psychic]

"No prob, Jules." He smiled, completely pleased with himself as he hugged her back. "I wanted to get you the huge orange cat on that toystore near the taco restaurant, but this little fella had Jules written all over his fluffly face."

"So", he began as he leaned over her desk. "You doing something after work? Oh, look at the time!" he said mocking surprise as he looked at his right wrist, the one lacking a watch. "Are you doing something now?"

[smellsofpeaches]

Juliet was confused... first Shawn and Lassiter appeared to be jealous of one another, now of her? Maybe they were confused. That seemed to be the only option.

"He seems exactly my type, Shawn," she argued, a little miffed as they walked inside. "Carlton seemed to have a problem with it, too."

[dial_a_psychic]

"He did?" he asked as casually as he could. "I mean, does he know him? Do I know him? Please tell me it´s not the guy from research. That would be lame, Jules. Besides, he´s almost bald."

[smellsofpeaches]

"No! He's not the guy from research. Didn't you say he had some sort of weird porn collection or something?" She made a face as she went to rent some shoes - they were way too big, but she could deal. She didn't really know if her ankle could, but she was banking on it being okay.

"But I think you do know him."

[dial_a_psychic]

"I do? Yeah, I feel I do." He fixed his eyes on the kid that was supposed to fetch his bolwing shoes but was apparently too entretained texting to care. "But I know a lot of people, you know." He whistled at the kid and waved, finally catching his attention.