Okay so I was going through old fanfiction recently, trying to organize it (trust me when I say it was a huge mess), and I found this one. I could've sworn I had posted this already. But apparently not. Because it was short, I decided to fix it up (it was pretty bad), and post it here for you guys! I hope you enjoy it!

Set in season 2 episode 9: Bounty Hunters

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Grabbing the last of my things from the desk, I was about to head home after a long day of work when I turned and saw Shawn standing in my path.

"Shawn." He looked up at me as if he was unaware that I was in front of him. "Look, I really screwed up today and I just want to say thank you, for being there for me. It really meant a lot." And it did, he was there for me through this whole thing, never giving up. Also, though I would never admit it, the bounty hunter thing was pretty... cute.

"It was a mistake. That's," he moved closer to me slowly and put a hand on my shoulder. The touch sent shivers up and down my spine, and at his hesitation of words, I could tell he felt something too. "what friends are for."

I glanced at his arm on my shoulder for a brief second, a little uncomfortable, "Yeah... well... it's been a long day." My thoughts rushed through my head and I spit out the first thing that came to mind.

"Well, I guess you have to get home and... feed your parrot." He laughed slightly.

"Shawn I don't have a parrot," I responded quickly.

"Well, in that case." He leaned in closer to me, asking for a kiss, but I stopped him before my heart could think for itself.

"Shawn what are you doing?" My heart was talking now, it was telling me to kiss him, and I think my brain was saying the same thing.

"Nothing."

"Really? Because if you're doing what it looks like you're doing it's going to be one of those things we were just talking about." I was talking faster than normal, my heart beating quickly at the close proximity with the psychic. Was this right? Should we be doing this?

"What's that?"

"A mistake." Really? Why did I say that? Of all the things to say, that was probably the worst.

"I agree, but that's clearly not what we're doing." Was he backing down?

"Really? Then what do you say we're doing?" I inquired.

"I call it...very close talking."

"Ah, I see." I looked up into his eyes, I saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and I was actually surprised I was able to see that since he held up an emotional wall so high he didn't let anyone over it. "Do you have anything else to say?"

I felt his lips press against the top of mine, pretending that he was in deep thought, but I knew what he was doing, and I smiled subconsciously. He was trying so hard.

"No. No, I think I'm good for now." He pulled away, that look still in his eyes. I stood speechless for a moment. It was at that moment, as Shawn started walking away, that I realized he was willing to wait. Wait until I was ready, and didn't want to force anything on me. What was I doing? Time was slipping away. I had to move. It was worth a shot after all.

"Shawn, wait," I called out to him.

He stopped in his tracks, lingering a moment before turning around to face me again.

"How about dinner?"

He smirked, "Detective O'Hara... Are you asking me out on a date?"

"It doesn't have to be a date. Just dinner with friendly conversation. As friends." Who am I kidding? It was a date.

His eyes now held the glee of a five year old child. "I would like that."

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Please tell me what you thought! It is a bit older writing, and I actually changed the whole ending (imagine what 14 year old me would have written, come on). So yeah. I would say expect more, because I have quite a bit more organization to do so there might be more coming, but no promises because you know me and promises about work O.o