head_psychic | Day Trip (for carolina

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Day Trip (for carolina_blonde)

Shawn actually enjoys getting out of town for a change. Even though this whole Psychic thing is really great and something he hopes to continue for a long time – because seriously, where could he get so much fun and action at once? - he misses getting out, getting around more. Fifty-seven jobs and constant travelling certainly left their traces.

Humming slightly he slows down the motorcycle when he gets closer to the location and can’t help but wonder if she really does look like Juliet. He will probably be able to detect slight differences, he thinks, after all two persons couldn’t look identical, couldn’t they? Only if they were clones. Shawn frowns at the thought of multiple Juliet clones, then grins at the thought of Lassiter having to deal with multiple Juliet clones. That could make some great comedy movie with a slightly creepy edge.

Taking off his helmet he takes a quick look around. He’s a little early, which is a surprise but leaves him enough time to scan the area and take him some random details. He shoves his hands into his pockets and walks into the building, trying to spot Tara anywhere nearby.

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"See! That? That's what I mean. That's adorable." Shawn stops right in front of Tara and puts one hand on her shoulder. The other one pokes the tip of her nose while he beams at her. "You're adorable. You'll get a hotdog for... adorableness. You do like hotdogs, I hope?"

"Oh, of course." Tara cracks a smile, despite the fact that she's blushing, yet again. It seems to be a reaction she can't help. "I dunno. It's just always been an ambition of mine. No matter what I wanted to do. Well...except for being on American Gladiators."

She grins. "They're bringing that back, though, I keep telling myself I should audition."

Shawn returns the grin. In fact, it spreads all over his face, from ear to ear. "American Gladiators? Oh my God. You so totally have to do that! I'll be your coach. And your personal cheerleader. And your physiotherapist. Did I tell you that I opened my own acupuncture studio once?"

"What?" she blurted, laughing, as she processed all the information that he'd just thrown at her. It took her a second, before she laughed, "Now come on, that's a story you absolutely have to explain. My guess is you've got a lot of stories. So c'mon. Give. I'll pout if I have to."

"Don't worry, you'll hear all about it. But first" he announces and stops, turning towards a hot-dog stand "we'll get something to eat. Dealio?"

"All right, I can be down with that." Tara agrees, with a nod, before she realizes how much she just sounded like Randy. It's not that big of a surprise, and she follows on after him, adding, "Just throw everything on mine. I'm from the South. We tend to eat just about anything."

He's probably noticed the slight Southern accent to her voice. It takes a keen mind to notice it, but James noticed it, and surely somebody of Shawn's ability would figure it out too. It would probably help separate her from the other girl he'd said she looked like.

Which, she should ask him about that, it might be interesting.

"Got it!" Shawn grins and buys two hot dogs for them. "This one's for you..." He carefully hands one to Tara. "... and I'm gonna keep this one."

Taking a look around he points over to a bench. "Let's sit down there, alright? And then I'm gonna tell you all about my trip to the weird outer space of... needle medicine."

"Just skip the squicky parts," she says, nodding in agreement. She settles on one end of the bench, crossing her legs at the ankles and stretching out slightly. It's always nice in Los Angeles and this particular day is no exception. "Sounds like you've done a lot of fun stuff."

"Only fun stuff," Shawn agrees, nodding eagerly. He sits down next to her and leans back, enjoying the sun on his face and taking a large bite of his hot dog. "If it wasn't fun anymore I packed up my things and left."

She gives him an interesting look, almost a little bit sad. "That must have been hard," she replies. "I mean, leaving behind everything and stuff. When I left North Carolina it was really difficult for me. I'd spent my whole life there. It was even more difficult moving to London because of Randy and everybody here. I can't imagine moving around a lot, I'd never get comfortable." A small smile. "I guess that makes me kind of a homebody."

Shawn scratches the back of his head, feeling just a little bit uncomfortable under the almost compassionate look. "Well, there's nothing wrong with being a homebody either. Gus is a little bit like that." His grin slips back into place. "Until I drag him along to the fun things of life, that is."

That makes her narrow her eyes playfully and give him her best pouting look. "Are you saying I'm not fun?" she teases, lightly punching him in the arm. "Oh you haven't seen what I can get up to."

A grin. "Well sometimes."

"Ow!" Shawn rubs his arm in fake pain, grinning. "What, no! You are the exception that makes the rule!" He beams at her. "I'm totally having fun right now."

"Good." Tara beams at him. "I'm having a lot of fun too, Shawn. This was a great idea. Thanks, really."

"So glad you like it!" Shawn announces eagerly. "And we're just getting started! You know, I think we should totally go swimming. You ever tried out water ski before?"

"Actually, no," she says. "Um, I'm from Charlotte and that was never a big deal out there. It's kind of a college town?"

She squeaks with the question mark at the end because she's realizing that there are probably a lot of things that he could say she hasn't done. Spending all that time trying to make detective doesn't leave a lot of tree time and when you enjoy Scrabble and Bond movies, you don't get out a lot either.

Oops?

A shrug. "Truth is I don't get out as much as I'd like. It's work, and then I usually stay in with a Bond movie or a board game. And when I'm in London...then it's even crazier. Does that make me boring?" she quips, but she's not sure.

She likes this guy. If she hadn't already found the man of her dreams, he might have had a chance.

Shawn smiles and shakes his head. "Oh, no, no. It gives me the perfect opportunity to create an afternoon full of awesome things to do without having to worry about boring you because you've done them already. So things can only get better!"

"I like your enthusiasm," she says, chuckling a little. It reminds her of her, and so maybe she doesn't seem so weird now. "So what else do you want to know? Any other burning questions I can answer for you?" she teases, a content little smirk curling the corners of her lips.

"What do I want to know. Burning questions. Let's see." Shawn scrunches up his face in concentration and thinks. "Give me a moment here. Because this is totally important and a complete giveaway about me as a person, so I have to chose wisely. Just imagine I'd ask you about your underwear or sex life, that would make such a bad impression!"

Then his face ligths up in delight as he snaps his finger. "Hah! I got it! What made you wanna become a cop? There a story behind that?"

"A little bit of one, yes," she said, laughing a little. "The first thing I ever wanted to be in my life was a Bond girl. And then when I realized that there was no such thing...I decided being a police detective was close enough! So that was always my goal, was to earn my detective's badge." A sheepish smile. "Of course then Randy actually found James and I looked like the biggest idiot in the known world, but I kinda like the way things turned out."

A small smile. "What about you? Anybody special in your life?"

"Anybody special, huh." Shawn scratches the back of his head. "Define special. No, I'm not married, not promised, not in a relationship, that's pretty much as open as it can be."

He leans back, resting his neck against the bench. "Special... I guess Gus is special. I mean, we've been friends since childhood. It's awesome. Then there's dad and we're... actually I don't know what we are."

"I meant if you had a girlfriend, but I can see what you mean." She gives him a small smile. "I'm really lucky that I have some special people in my life. Randy is like a brother to me. His mom treats me like family. And my sister...we make each other crazy, but I love her and I know she loves me too."

Reaching over and taking his hand she added, "I guess we're pretty lucky people, huh?"

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