“Y/N?” a voice called from the other end of the hallway.
She spun around to see her old partner, Juliet O’Hara. She didn’t see her current partner standing next to her. Grinning, she sprinted over and enveloped the woman in a hug. As she did, Gus and Shawn turned to see the commotion.
“Juju!” “What are you doing here?” Juliet asked with a grin, “I thought you didn’t land until tomorrow.” “Well, I wanted to surprise you,” she shrugged, “So I came a day early.” “I’m actually in the middle of a case,” Juliet replied apologetically. “That’s okay. I’ll be here for five minutes and head over to the hotel.”
Y/N’s eyes fell on the man next to her. From many conversations with Juliet, she figured the man would be her partner. Lassiter was staring with slightly wide eyes.
“Mmm,” she mused with a flirtatious smirk, “So this is the famous Carlton Lassiter. The Detective.”
Her last word hung in the air. Y/N bit slightly on her lip at the stunned man. Noticing this, Juliet nudged his side harshly. Shawn and Gus headed over with curious gazes.
“Ow-I mean hello. It’s nice to meet you Y/N.” “Did I hear her call you Juju?” Shawn asked a bit surprised. “Yeah. She’s been calling me that since we started working together.”
Y/N turned to the boys. Shawn stuck her hand out to her. She gave it a firm shake.
“Shawn Spencer. Psychic Detective for the SBPD.” She raised a skeptical brow. “Y/N, though I suppose you already knew that.” “Well, it doesn’t exactly work as you’re thinking-” “Clearly,” she teased causing Lassiter to chuckle, “Who’s your attractive friend here?”
Gus raised a brow while smirking. Lassiter’s eyes widened a bit as his jaw clenched.
“Burton Guster. You can call me Gus.” “Pleasure to meet you,” she replied with a wink. “How about I give you a quick tour,” Juliet offered, “since you’re here.” Y/N nodded. “Sure Juju. Bye boys.”
Shawn noticed Lassiter and Gus staring as the girls walked away. He smirked. The psychic laughed loudly at the pair. After a moment, Lassiter leaned over to Gus.
“What was that about, Guster?” he asked with a bit of venom. “What, you don’t recognize game?” he joked back. “Oh, I’ve got game,” Lassiter replied a bit flustered. “We’ll see about that.” “Alright,” Shawn interrupted, “Gus, let’s go before you two start a slap fight.” “What? Shawn, you start slap fights,” he added while walking out. “No I don’t. Gus. Gus!”