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Anna was walking down the beach in denim capris and a black bikini top, sandals and white t-shirt dangling from her hand as she sauntered along through the sand. It was a refreshing break from the Police Profiler's Conference she'd been practically ordered to attend - which was another story completely. She was bored out of her mind with things she already knew, but next to a certain infamous detective, she was the best the NYPD had. And the only expendable one. Looking up she saw a grumpy-looking man at a grill and music coming from an office with Psych on the window.

"A party?" She was sure she wasn't invited, but curiosity - and the need to do something entertaining - was calling her name. She strolled past Henry and poked her head around before slipping her sandals back on.

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"Look who's here!" someone announced cheerfully next to her ear. Seeing Anna walking into the psych office Shawn couldn't not sneak up to her and surprise her with a sneaky hug. "It's so great you made it here! How are you!"

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Surprises were never a good idea around Anna, especially the kind that involved hugging. She was a rape victim, it made her hyper aware of her surroundings and just as hyper-sensitive to surprise hugs. Reflexively, she locked a leg around Shawn's, pressing a forearm between them as she swept his leg out and knocked him to the floor, kneeling over him, her long brown hair spilling over her shoulders and chest.

There was a slight pause and Anna turned bright red, eyes widening as she saw she was straddling Shawn Spencer - the married Shawn Spencer - beneath her. With her bikini-clad chest a few inches from his face. Oh god, this one would be fun to explain. Embarrassed, she quickly slid off him and started stammering a flustered half-English, half-Italian apology as she twisted her white t-shirt in her hands.

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"Oooff!" was all Shawn could manage before he hit the floor, winded, eyes wide in surprise.

He sat up, chuckling, because this reminded him very much of the sneak attacks/fights with Gus. "Wow. I know we haven't talked to each other in quite some time but I wouldn't have thought you missed me that much."

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"Shawn, I am SO sorry! You surprised me and I-- well, Taekyon, brown belt, 11 years..." She waved her hands a little, hoping he got what she was trying to say before sighing, defeated, and giving him a big hug. "Good to see you. What's the occasion?" She asked, looking around curiously, then - remembering the chat they had about her coming out for his anniversary - smacked her forehead. "Oh of course! Anniversary party, right?"

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"Yes," Shawn nodded, pushing himself up and patting his clothes. "Anniversary party. And thanks for the help with the flowers." He pointed around. "See? It turned out so nice!"

Grinning, he made an inviting wave of his hand towards the drinks. "It's not a problem. I get tackled all the time. And they aren't as pretty as you. So! Can I offer you something? Pineapple punch?"

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She brushed off Shawn's shoulder and nodded, smiling. "It looks wonderful. And you know, punch sounds fantastic. It's a scorcher out there." She holds up her t-shirt a little and blushes again. "Oh god, how rude. I'm showing up half-dressed."

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Shawn laughed at that. "We're in California. It happens."

He walked over to the drinks and handed her a glass. "Self-made and really awesome. You'll see!"

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"In New York if you're half-dressed you're either a pro, drunk, or insane." She laughed and took the punch from Shawn. She took a drink and smiled. "You're right, it's awesome, as you say. So... where's the lucky partner?"

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"Told you! That's because it's a special recipe!" Shawn beamed at her and took a look around at her question. "You wanna get to know the flower-bunny, huh?" He chuckled and continued to scan the room. "Hang on..."

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At this moment in time, Gus is uncomfortable sandwiched between to overly friendly dancers. "Look, I was just trying to get to the... hey! HEY! Hand check! Watch where you’re grabbing!"

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"Right. I think I just spotted my dear spouse. I'll be right back so you can get to know each other!" Shawn grinned at Anna and then hurried over, very subtly slipping into the closest dancer's personal space and swap places. "Sorry to intrude this doesn't belong to the buffet. At least not for you."

He slipped his hands around Gus' waist to drag him away from the stubborn second toucher, leading him away and back to Anna. "Anna, may I present? My husband Gus. Gus, this is Detective Anna Morasca who came all the way from New York to say hi."

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Gus recovers quickly from being dragged out of the dance floor. Probably all for the best, as he was only trying to to the other side in search of his Bob Marly CDs. He knows that Shawn hid them somewhere. But the need for panic has died and Gus greets another of Shawn's friends with a smile. "New York City? That's cool, one of my favorite places actually."

That sounds a little familiar. Gus tilts his head. "Have we met before? Or I think we've at least spoken to each other, right?"

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Anna watches them with a smile and extends a hand to Gus, before realizing her t-shirt is in her hand and switching hands. "Yes, we have spoken before. Nice to finally meet you, Gus."

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"I know, I know, I don't get out much." Gus laughs at himself, but smiles at Anna. "But since he does enough socializing for the both of us, I usually don't mind. I'm happy to get the chance to meet you in person though." Gus shakes her hand.

"Next time we go to New York, we'll have to meet up somewhere."

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"Pleasure's all mine, boys. I'm sorry if I dropped in uninvited, I was just taking a stroll on the beach and I saw this very disgruntled looking man outside your office. Well the music and curiosity drew me in." She chuckled.

"Well I'd be more than happy to show you two lovebirds around my city. Excuse me for just a moment..." She held up a finger and pulled on her t-shirt, pulling her long hair out of the collar. "Much better."

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"Ah yes, that'd be Henry. I'd say he's more bark than bite, but that's really a lie." Gus grins. "Besides I'm pretty sure Shawn would've invited the world as a whole, if he could've convinced hallmark to make a card big enough."

Gus can't help but make a face at the lovebird comment. "Please tell me we don't look that bad." He casts a glance at Shawn. "Okay, tell me I don't look that bad at least."

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She looked back at the door curiously, canting her head slightly. "He was a cop?"

Anna looked back at Gus and caught the look, raising a brow curiously. "Oh no of course not. I was just teasing."

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Gus nods in affirmation to Henry's direction. "Probably best not to go into that though."

Quickly Gus seeks to clearify. "Nonono.. I'm just not big on the whole public display thing. I think that's why this party was such a big deal, in part." and now I sound like an idiot. Gus fidgets with his ring and then looks up at Anna. "I'm learning to take people's opinions less seriously, but..." He shrugs, and hopes to God that covered any slip up he just did.

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She looked amused. "You're used to working with Shawn if my deduction about Mr. Spencer didn't surprise you."

"And don't worry, I understand what you mean."

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"I didn't think it had anything to do with deduction, to tell you the truth. About 90% of the people I spend my time with are all cops, ex-cops, or have been trained by cops..." Gus clears his throat. "I try not to think about it too much."

Because then Gus starts to think uncomfortable things like how he's in way over his head, playing this game with Shawn.

"Oh, and thanks." Gus smiles again.

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She chuckled and took a drink of her punch, shifting on her feet to observe the crowd - a habit of hers; she always made sure she knew where every exit was located and who was in the room. "What do you do for a living, Gus?"

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Gus blinks. There's actually someone here who hasn't heard his two jobs speech? This throws Gus off for a second, because it's usually among the first things he ever tells people. "Actually, Shawn and I work together."

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