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[#010] You're the One It's Gotta Be (Psych)
Theme Prompt: #010 - Overindulgence
Title: You’re the One It’s Gotta Be
Fandom: Psych
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 747
Summary: Shawn and Gus go a little overboard the night before a big meeting.
Juliet walks into the Psych offices and stares at the mess that surrounds her. Numerous cardboard boxes that she can tell just from the smell alone contained various iterations of nachos, tacos and, of course, the forever coveted Quatro Queso Dos Fritos. Sprawled not too far from the door, behind each of their respective desks, are Shawn and Gus, hands resting on their stomachs tenderly almost as though they might explode.
“What the hell is going on here?” she demands, hands on her hips as she glances between the two of them.
Shawn’s head picks up to see where the voice is coming from and he offers her a half-hearted smile. “Oh. Hey Jules.”
“Don’t ‘Hey Jules’ me. This place looked like a hurricane came through.”
Gus groans as he starts to roll towards one side, struggling to try and get to his feet. “What time is it?” he asks. “I think I’m supposed to be at work.”
“Gus, do you honestly think you can make it to work in your current state?”
“Unlike you, Shawn, my job is non-negotiable. They earned my time by giving me a pay check. Something you currently do not.”
There’s a soft psh from Shawn, which is only leading to Juliet getting more and more frustrated that she’s being ignored. At least until Gus makes it past her to the couches in the waiting room and collapses down again.
“I think I’m going to get in late today.”
“Are either of you going to tell me what happened?”
“What happened is that the Holy Trinity of Nachos, Tacos and Quatro Queso Dos Fritos visited us and brought us many, many heavenly gifts.” Shawn groans as he shifts to face her more, but doesn’t bother to leave his seat. “And we may have overdone it a little bit.”
“We? Speak for yourself, Shawn. I’m fairly certain that there were two orders of Quatro Queso Dos Fritos when I went to the bathroom somewhere after ten, and when I came back there was only half.”
Juliet’s brow furrows. “Well, that makes sense, doesn’t it? One order for you and one order for Shawn?”
“No, not half of the orders. I mean half of an order.”
“I don’t know what to tell you, Gus. The God of Nachos giveth and the God of Nachos taketh away.”
Gus huffs and Juliet is starting to get a headache. She reaches up to pinch the bridge of her nose, before taking a deep breath and trying to get the moment back on track. “Both of you need to get this place cleaned up. Chief Vick is on her way here.”
That mention has both of them sitting up, then simultaneously groaning at the movement. “What do you mean Chief Vick is coming here?”
“A new missing persons case came up that she wants to farm out to you guys, and she’s bringing the victim’s husband here to fill you in on the case. She gave me a heads up because she wanted to make sure you would make a good impression and for fairly obvious reasons, she was right.”
Shawn and Gus look at each other, before very slowly starting to push to their feet. “Don’t worry Jules. We’ve got this.”
Gus nods as he comes up behind her, waddling almost like he has a bowling ball for a stomach. “Right. We’ll have this place ship shape in no time.”
Juliet watches them as they struggle just bending over to pick up the boxes, before she huffs again and starts shuffling up the garbage so that she can throw it away. “Maybe next time the ‘God of Nachos’ decides to pay you a visit, you can do it in your own apartments?”
“Nonsense, Jules. This was a team building exercise, totally appropriate for working hours.”
“I don’t think that was her point, Shawn. I think that she was trying to say that we shouldn’t make messes we can’t clean up.”
“Thank you, Gus.”
“Also, it’s not much of a team building exercise if you’re stealing your partner’s Quatro Queso Dos Fritos.”
“Oh, God.” One finger points out towards the door. “Out. Both of you. Come back when you both can have an actual professional conversation.”
“But the mess …”
“I will take care of it! Go!”
The two men look at each other again, before turning and heading towards the door. “You know,” Shawn begins, “she could use some Quatro Queso Dos Fritos.”
“You know that’s right.”
Title: You’re the One It’s Gotta Be
Fandom: Psych
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 747
Summary: Shawn and Gus go a little overboard the night before a big meeting.
Juliet walks into the Psych offices and stares at the mess that surrounds her. Numerous cardboard boxes that she can tell just from the smell alone contained various iterations of nachos, tacos and, of course, the forever coveted Quatro Queso Dos Fritos. Sprawled not too far from the door, behind each of their respective desks, are Shawn and Gus, hands resting on their stomachs tenderly almost as though they might explode.
“What the hell is going on here?” she demands, hands on her hips as she glances between the two of them.
Shawn’s head picks up to see where the voice is coming from and he offers her a half-hearted smile. “Oh. Hey Jules.”
“Don’t ‘Hey Jules’ me. This place looked like a hurricane came through.”
Gus groans as he starts to roll towards one side, struggling to try and get to his feet. “What time is it?” he asks. “I think I’m supposed to be at work.”
“Gus, do you honestly think you can make it to work in your current state?”
“Unlike you, Shawn, my job is non-negotiable. They earned my time by giving me a pay check. Something you currently do not.”
There’s a soft psh from Shawn, which is only leading to Juliet getting more and more frustrated that she’s being ignored. At least until Gus makes it past her to the couches in the waiting room and collapses down again.
“I think I’m going to get in late today.”
“Are either of you going to tell me what happened?”
“What happened is that the Holy Trinity of Nachos, Tacos and Quatro Queso Dos Fritos visited us and brought us many, many heavenly gifts.” Shawn groans as he shifts to face her more, but doesn’t bother to leave his seat. “And we may have overdone it a little bit.”
“We? Speak for yourself, Shawn. I’m fairly certain that there were two orders of Quatro Queso Dos Fritos when I went to the bathroom somewhere after ten, and when I came back there was only half.”
Juliet’s brow furrows. “Well, that makes sense, doesn’t it? One order for you and one order for Shawn?”
“No, not half of the orders. I mean half of an order.”
“I don’t know what to tell you, Gus. The God of Nachos giveth and the God of Nachos taketh away.”
Gus huffs and Juliet is starting to get a headache. She reaches up to pinch the bridge of her nose, before taking a deep breath and trying to get the moment back on track. “Both of you need to get this place cleaned up. Chief Vick is on her way here.”
That mention has both of them sitting up, then simultaneously groaning at the movement. “What do you mean Chief Vick is coming here?”
“A new missing persons case came up that she wants to farm out to you guys, and she’s bringing the victim’s husband here to fill you in on the case. She gave me a heads up because she wanted to make sure you would make a good impression and for fairly obvious reasons, she was right.”
Shawn and Gus look at each other, before very slowly starting to push to their feet. “Don’t worry Jules. We’ve got this.”
Gus nods as he comes up behind her, waddling almost like he has a bowling ball for a stomach. “Right. We’ll have this place ship shape in no time.”
Juliet watches them as they struggle just bending over to pick up the boxes, before she huffs again and starts shuffling up the garbage so that she can throw it away. “Maybe next time the ‘God of Nachos’ decides to pay you a visit, you can do it in your own apartments?”
“Nonsense, Jules. This was a team building exercise, totally appropriate for working hours.”
“I don’t think that was her point, Shawn. I think that she was trying to say that we shouldn’t make messes we can’t clean up.”
“Thank you, Gus.”
“Also, it’s not much of a team building exercise if you’re stealing your partner’s Quatro Queso Dos Fritos.”
“Oh, God.” One finger points out towards the door. “Out. Both of you. Come back when you both can have an actual professional conversation.”
“But the mess …”
“I will take care of it! Go!”
The two men look at each other again, before turning and heading towards the door. “You know,” Shawn begins, “she could use some Quatro Queso Dos Fritos.”
“You know that’s right.”