This is a continuation of the episode Deez Nups (7.7) I know it's extremely late but I only recently caught up with Psych. So there are spoilers through Deez Nups but not for any episodes after that. I know this chapter is really short, but I hope you like it! This chapter is from Juliet's point of view but it's going to change in some of the other ones.

Disclaimer: I don't own Psych or any of the characters :(

Juliet stormed out of the room, wiping away tears as they rolled down her cheeks. She didn't know where to go—she'd gotten a ride here and had no transportation home. She stumbled forward as she sobbed, willing her body to get her as far away from the wedding as possible. She could barely see through the tears, but she knew that as long as she kept walking, she would be able to get far enough away that no one she knew would see her. Juliet was well aware that she looked awful, and she definitely didn't want anyone from the station to witness this scene—it would only humiliate her further. So she kept on going. She waited until her tears had stopped and her heart rate had slowed down, before sitting down on a bench and calling for a taxi. As she sat there, Juliet couldn't stop thinking about Shawn. She remembered back in the diner, how confused she'd been when he'd known all of those things about her. Later, when he claimed to be psychic, she hadn't believed him. Her brain had instantly tried to come up with other explanations. Maybe they'd met before and she just didn't remember. Maybe he was stalking her. Maybe he'd overheard her talking to someone else. But then she saw him in action. Juliet had been so impressed when Shawn solved that spelling bee case—and it didn't stop there, he just kept on going. She knew that psychics weren't real, but he always got it right, and she just wanted to believe him. Questioning his tactics didn't make sense when he was putting criminals behind bars. Ignoring her common sense and letting herself believe in psychics and visions was just so...easy.

Shawn's words were bouncing around inside her head: "I'm good at what I do, and what I do is good." He was right, of course. He had solved plenty of cases for the SBPD. But that wasn't what mattered to her—he had lied, even after she'd made it perfectly clear how much she valued honesty. And this was something that was going to be hard for her to forget. How could she trust him again? How could she have complete faith in him if he'd lied to her in the past? And it wasn't just one lie, one time. It was repeated over years; so long that Juliet wasn't sure if it would be possible to erase all of the damage. But this was Shawn. She loved him so much, more than anyone else that she'd ever dated. His boyish charms and good looks made him irresistible. So maybe she should forgive him and put this whole thing behind her. Juliet truly had no idea what she should do, or even what she wanted to do.

When the cab arrived, Juliet entered and gave the driver her home address. She then remained silent, with her head turned towards the window, for the entire ride back to her place. Out of the corner of her eye, Juliet could see the driver occasionally look back at her through the rearview mirror. She knew he was probably wondering what her backstory was. Here was a woman, all dressed up, with red eyes and running mascara, taking a taxi home alone late at night. It was bound to cause curiosity. But Juliet wasn't interested in explaining herself, so she ignored his obvious desire to ignite a conversation. The only time she even made eye contact with the man was after they had pulled up in front of her house and she handed over some cash to pay for the fare. She then let herself into her home and locked the door behind her. The house was dark, and even though this made sense, Juliet was still a little surprised. She had half-expected that Shawn would have had Gus drive him home—and as usual, beaten her to the destination. But he was nowhere to be found, and for this Juliet was relieved. She needed some alone time to really think before the inevitable confrontation with Shawn.

The wedding had occurred on Saturday. On Sunday, Juliet still hadn't heard from Shawn. In fact, she never saw a trace of him all weekend. She assumed that he'd been staying either with Gus or at the Psych office, but she thought that he would've at least come by to get some clothes and his toothbrush or something. But she didn't see him come by, and although she had been out some when she returned home nothing appeared to be missing. This didn't make sense to Juliet—Shawn was not one to run away from his problems and while she appreciated that he was giving her space, the Shawn she knew would've at least dropped by briefly to talk to her.

Juliet had spent her weekend changing emotions so many times that if asked, she knew she wouldn't be able to explain how she felt. She no longer could identify which emotion was predominant among her sea of feelings. She was angry, embarrassed, ashamed, and very upset, to name a few. One thing that Juliet was sure about was that she needed to get back to work. Staying by herself in her house with only her thoughts to keep her busy was driving her crazy. So on Monday morning, Juliet was very excited to get back to the daily grind and get knee deep in an investigation, which would hopefully keep her mind off of Shawn. When she entered the station, she immediately noticed that Lassiter wasn't there. After a short moment of worry that he'd gone off on a case without her and she would be stuck doing paperwork all day, Juliet remembered that her partner was taking off some work to go on his honeymoon. Relieved and ready get to work, Juliet sat down in her chair and turned on her computer. As it was starting up, she pulled out some paperwork that she knew she had to finish before anything crazy happened. But before she could even review the first form, she heard her name called and instantly recognized the chief's voice. Juliet looked up in the direction of the call, and saw Chief Vick standing in the doorway to her office.

"Yes?" She replied. Seconds after her response she noticed the surprised look on the chief's face.

"O'Hara, why are you here? I thought for sure you were taking off today." Chief Vick said.

"Why would I be taking off?" Juliet asked, confused. "You must be confusing me with Lassiter—he's on his honeymoon."

"What are you talking about? Lassiter delayed his honeymoon."

"What? Why?"

"Oh my God, no one told you. Gus said he was going to call you. Right before we left the hospital, he said that he was about to call. I guess he didn't."

"Tell me what?" Juliet asked, cutting off the chief's rambling. At this point, not only was she confused, she was also incredibly worried. "Who's in the hospital?"

"Shawn."

At the sound of her boyfriend's name, Juliet was immediately filled with panic. But after some consideration, she realized that it could be nothing. Maybe Gus hadn't called because Shawn had done something stupid and it wasn't worth telling her. After all, they weren't exactly on the best terms at the moment. Although, she was still his girlfriend, right? Shouldn't her tell her if she was in the hospital? That led Juliet into a different internal monologue involving her feelings about Shawn. Did she want him to call her? Or would that be invading her space while she was trying to process his dishonesty? Especially if the reason he was calling wasn't that important? But why was he in the hospital? Had he gotten himself into some sort of mess with a criminal? That did happen a lot. Of course, if there was a dangerous case Juliet would have been called (and she probably would've ended up keeping Shawn from being hurt, as usual). Juliet glanced over at the chief and realized that her silence had gone on too long and probably appeared a little strange.

"Why is Shawn in the hospital?" She cautiously inquired.

"He left the wedding on Saturday early and was walking alone in the dark. A witness said he saw two men approach Shawn and ask him to empty his pockets, but he stalled, as he usually does. Unfortunately, it didn't work out very well for him this time."

"So what exactly happened?"

"I'm so sorry to be the one to tell you this O'Hara. Shawn's been shot."

So that was the first chapter! Please review! And please put in your reviews whether you think I should continue this story (I'm not sure). It's probably going to have a lot of Shules later (since I love them!) but right now its all dramatic... Anyways I love reviews and would appreciate any kind of feedback! Also future chapters would probably be longer, I just really wanted to end this one right after the chief's line so it's really short.