A/N: Hi friends! I hope you enjoy the first chapter of this story! I am leaving for vacation tomorrow, so I won't be able to post anything during the week. Anyways, I hope I get you hooked on this story, and as always, R&R please!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, absolutely nothing.
Juliet was driving home from work; it was late at night, just past nine o'clock and the streets were completely empty. The case she had been working on for the past thirty-six hours had just been closed when they caught the murderer at a gas station earlier that evening. She promised Shawn she would be home by nine, but her paperwork had taken longer than she hoped.
The street Juliet was driving on was dark, pitch black to be more exact, except for a few street lights illuminating sections of the road. An eerie silence was cast on the cold winter night, and not even the animals dared to say hello.
There were no other cars driving on the secluded street, at least not as far as Juliet could see. Her focus was not there though, as the detective hadn't gotten any sleep in the past thirty-six hours. Juliet felt fatigued as she reached an intersection where the street lights were out.
She couldn't see anything, she couldn't concentrate on anything, and the next thing she knew a car turned right onto the street she was driving on and smashed into hers. Juliet's body slammed forward into the steering wheel and was she was knocked unconscious from the impact.
9:17pm
Shawn was getting worried. Juliet said she would be home at nine o'clock on the dot, and she was never late.
He picked up his cell phone, and dialed his girlfriend's number for the third time in the last ten minutes. The phone wrung five times, and then went to voicemail.
Hi- you've reached Detective Juliet O'Hara.
I'm sorry I can't take your call at the moment, but please leave your name, number, and a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.
BEEP!
"Jules, it's me again, I'm sure everything is fine and I'm just being an overprotective boyfriend, but I'm just worried about you. Call me back please! I love you!" Shawn hung up the phone and sat down on a kitchen chair.
He was exhausted too. He couldn't wait for Juliet to get home so they could both get some long needed sleep.
Yawning, he laid his head down on the table, his phone still in his hand. Shawn dozed off almost immediately.
9:33pm
Shawn woke up to "Can't Touch This" playing on his phone. He wiped the sleep from his eyes, slid his thumb across the screen, and put his phone to his ear.
"Jules," he said drowsily.
"Hello, is this Shawn Spencer?" the voice on the other end spoke. Shawn was now fully awake.
"Yes, it is. Who is this?"
"My name is Officer Hollbrook. I regret to inform you that Juliet O'Hara has been in a car crash." The timid voice responded.
"Oh my god!" Shawn jumped up from his chair, startled. "Is she okay?"
"Ambulances are transporting her to Mercy Hospital now, but I have no word on her condition."
"Thanks." Shawn breathed into the phone, as he hung up. He grabbed his jacket and keys and was out the door in a flash.
TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N: Sorry it's so short, but I hope you enjoyed chapter one! Stay tuned for more and as always, please read and review!
