AN: Why, hello there! This is my first Psych story. I wanted to try my hand at slash, and since I love this show, I figured this would be the best place to start. So yes, this will be Shassie. Not yet, obviously. Had to get some groundwork started so there is at least something that resembles a plot. Anything y'all recognize, I do not own. I'm not making any money off of this, and am doing this only to fuel my guilty pleasures. I hope you all enjoy!

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"Come on, Gus! It's brilliant!"

"No, Shawn."

"Why not? It's even better than my snack zip line!"

"We're not putting a moving sidewalk in the office."

Shawn stared at his best friend. They were still in Gus' little blue Echo, sitting in the parking lot in front of Psych. Didn't Gus understand it would save precious seconds and energy moving from the front to the back of the office if they had a moving sidewalk? Even Shawn knew he could use those bits of ATP for something far more productive than walking. Like annoying Lassie. He loved annoying Lassie.

When Gus noticed Shawn's thoughts had turned to something other than ridiculous, costly things to add to their office, he got out of his car and stated for the door to Psych. Shawn snapped back to reality and hopped out the Echo, following his partner.

Gus didn't wait for Shawn to catch up with him, so he continued on his way to his desk. However, he stopped after crossing the threshold of the inner door. He stood there and sniffed for a moment. The pineapple was no doubt something to do with Shawn, but he knew the fake psychic hadn't been in the office since they left yesterday. It was the coconut that really confused him.

Shawn had snuck up behind Gus and stood behind him, looking over his shoulder. His eyes glanced around the room, trying to figure out why Gus wasn't moving any farther. He didn't see anything out of place, and nothing suggested anyone had been in since they left. Not to mention the outer door had been locked. Shawn nudged his friend so he would move.

Gus turned and smacked his arm, mouthing "Stop it!"

Shawn glared and jerked his chin towards the room. "Just go!" he mouthed.

The two then engaged in one of their silent fights and didn't notice when Gus' chaired turned around. Their "guest" took a drink from her plastic, pineapple shaped cup.

"Ahem."

The boys stopped, stared at her, and screamed like little girls. She merely put the straw back in her mouth and took another drink. Shawn and Gus stopped screaming once they realized who had snuck into their office. It was understandable that it took them a moment, since they had neither seen nor heard from her for twelve years.

"Alex?" Shawn asked with a grin.

"Hey hey," she replied with a matching grin.

Shawn shoved his way past Gus, who only hesitated a moment more before following his best friend over to Alex. The light brown haired woman stood and gave Shawn a hug, and then when she gave one to Gus, Shawn snatched her cup and took a drink from it.

Alex mock glared at Shawn as he drunk the rest of her pineapple juice. "So," she said to Gus, her hip leaning against his desk. "What have you two been up to?"

Gus shrugged. "Not much. Just putting criminals behind bars."

"And selling drugs," Shawn added.

Gus punched his shoulder. "I'm in pharmaceutical sales," he said, glaring at Shawn.

"Awesome." Alex glanced around the room. "Psychic detectives, huh?"

"Yeah," Shawn replied, handing her cup back. "I'm a psychic. Had the gift all along, actually."

He looked at her in shock as she started laughing. "Uh-huh," she said when she could speak again. "You're using the skills Uncle Henry taught us when we were little. And you no doubt go to places before the cops do so you can pick up any information to tell them later."

"Wow," Shawn said, looking at Gus. "Am I really that obvious?"

"Shawn, she can do the exact same thing you can."

The fake psychic was silent for a moment before he turned his attention back to Alex. "Do you wanna be a psychic, too? It'll probably help business if we have a woman on the team."

Alex gave a one shoulder shrug. "Sure. I just moved back here yesterday, and I don't have a job yet."

Then, as if on cue, Shawn's cell rang and he whipped it out of his pocket, glancing at the screen before answering it. "Hey, Jules! What's up? . . . Cool, we're on our way." He pocketed his cell and draped his arm around Alex's shoulders. "Incredible timing! We just got a case."

Lassiter hadn't wanted O'Hara to call Spencer, but it didn't seem like he had a choice. The detective was willing to put up with the kid's ("kid" referring to his mental age since they guy was 33) antics as long as it solved cases in a timely manner.

The only thing he didn't appreciate was when Spencer would bring his dates to crime scenes. There had only been one girl he'd seen him with more than once, but Abigail had left a while ago. This new girl had long light-brown hair pulled back in a pony tail, tan skin, what looked like grey eyes, dark brows and lashes, and a slender, muscular build. Her outfit didn't seem to match the girlfriend look, though: a red baby tee that had a ruler saying "You rock" and a rock saying "You rule" on it, flared blue jeans, and black Converse.

"Wow," he heard his partner say under her breath. He turned to look at her and saw she was looking in the same direction he had been. "Shawn's new girlfriend is pretty."

Lassiter grunted. "She could be the most beautiful woman in the world, and still not belong here."

"Maybe crime scenes turn her on?"

"Maybe if she was a psychotic serial killer."

"Carlton, that isn't a nice thing to say."

Lassiter was saved from responding when Shawn, Gus, and the new girl approached them.

"Hey, Lassie!" Shawn said with a goofy wave. "I'd like you to meet—"

"I thought I told you the last time not to bring your dates to crime scenes, Spencer," Lassiter interrupted.

Shawn and the girl stared at each other before breaking into matching expressions of disgust. Even Gus made an "ew" face.

"You must be Head Detective Carlton Lassiter," the girl said, extending her hand, and smiling. Lassiter noticed her nails were painted with black tips. "I'm Alexandria Spencer. Shawn's cousin."

Lassiter blinked, surprised, and shook her hand. She then held it out to O'Hara. "Detective Juliet O'Hara, I assume?"

"Yes," she replied, taking her hand. "Please, call me Juliet."

"Alex. So, what's the sitch?"

"Well," O'Hara began, becoming serious. "It looks like an accident. Our victim was a herpetologist, and from what we can tell by the puncture wounds, he got bit."

Alex looked at the body on the floor. They had him covered and she knelt down next to it, lifting the sheet. She looked at his neck, noticing a tiny puncture wound from a syringe. "Where did he get bit?" she asked. O'Hara answered, and Alex took a look at his wrist. Two puncture wounds, blood still on these, evident of a snake bite. She covered the body again and stood up, looking around the room as she did so. The room was big, white, tile floors, and large tables in uniform rows. It reminded her of her biology labs from college. She glanced at all the glass cages with their snakes and lizards. None were empty. She was going to tell the detectives this when Shawn beat her to it.

"What was that, Hissey?" he asked, bending over to look at a rattlesnake. "This wasn't an accident? And why would you say that?" Shawn watched the snake. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that? It's kinda hard to hear you clearly through this glass." He paused again. Alex rolled her eyes, but no one saw her do it because everyone was focused on her cousin. "Oh! Okay, I'll tell him." He stood and looked at Lassiter. "Hissey says that tie brings out the color of your eyes very well."

"Spencer, stop playing around," the detective growled.

"Connie says the human was killed by another human."

Everyone turned to look at Alex. During Shawn's little performance, she had gotten a King snake out of its cage and let it wrap around her arm. She ignored them and made a little kissy face at the snake. "You're a pretty little serpent," she cooed.

Lassiter stared from Alex to Shawn. "Please, don't tell me she's one, too."

"One what, Lassie?"

"A psychic."

"Yes, actually she is."

"What else does the snake say," O'Hara asked before either could continue.

Alex glanced at the blond detective before returning her attention to her informant. "He appreciates the name I gave him. See, he may look like a King snake, but he has the spirit of an anaconda. Also, he says the human who killed this one was a female, and she framed his fellow snakey brethren."

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AN: Murder? Of course! xD Please leave a review and tell me what you think.