Juliet blinked into the darkness. She was still crouched in the doorway of the first open office that they had come to. She had known better than to follow a hunch, alone with Shawn. The feeling in her gut the entire drive over to the partially vacated office building was one of doom. Now, here she was, stuck in an office building with Shawn. Not that alone was a bad thing. No, the bad thing was the group of criminals that had found them snooping around.

"Shawn. If the power doesn't come back on..."

"I know Jules, my Tivo will not record The Mentalist. It's a shame really. This episode is supposed to be kick ass!"

"Shawn, would you focus please? We are locked inside an office building that is housing criminals.."

"Yeah. Big scary ones. I know Jules. All I'm saying is that the power has to be back on tomorrow night. There is a Val Kilmer movie marathon tomorrow, and I mean, hello, why are there not more movies with him in them!"

Juliet sighed heavily, awkwardly she shoved her way past Shawn, and felt her way to an empty spot on the floor. Though she couldn't see him, she knew Shawn was trying his best to follow her.

"Alright Jules. I know it's a major inconvenience to be stuck in this oversized building with no power, and had I known this would be a possibility, I would have rather taken you to that really amazing smoothie shop down the street from the Psych office. I mean who wouldn't want to be stuck in a smoothie shop? Crap. Now I want a pineapple smoothie."

"Seriously, Shawn..."

Juliet let her sentence fall flat. No use even trying to get him to focus. He was Shawn Spencer after all. She was just lucky that he was sitting still right now. All she needed was for him to go off and disappear into the darkness.

"Look, Jules. I can feel your negativity all the way over here. It is totally messing with my psychic juju..."

Juliet opened her mouth to say something when she felt Shawn's hand grasp hers.

"Ah, great spirits..."

"Shawn, really?"

"Jules. Your negativity is totally not helping...now where was I? Great spirits...Let there be light!"

"Shawn!"

Juliet could feel her blood start to boil and knew that her cheeks were turning red with anger. Usually she could stand his inability to concentrate and make inappropriate jokes at completely wrong times, but right now she had to focus on how she was going to get both of them out of this building alive without any power.

"Ssshhh! Jules. The spirits don't like negativity...or yelling for that matter. Sheesh. Jules. You ruined it. Now I gotta do it again. This time, try and keep quiet. Spirits. Please, let there be light!"

Juliet opened her mouth, ready to let him have it. A faint buzzing noise threw her off and just like that, the tiny office that they were currently occupying was lit up. Juliet looked toward Shawn with wide eyes, disbelief on her face.

Shawn grinned. "See? The spirits don't like your negativity or yelling. So, the power is back on. Let's get the hell out of here. I don't like to sit around waiting for big scary gun-weilding guys to kill me."

Juliet couldn't help but chuckle. "Shawn. It's just the back-up generators. The power isn't back on. We still can't leave."

"Don't be a dust bunny in neat freak's house, Jules. The lights are definitely on..."

"Yes. Because of the generators, not because of the power being back on."

Shawn's mouth bobbed open, and then instantly shut. In a moment of un-Shawn like quality, he cringed at the sound of footfalls turning down the short hallway that their small office was located in. Juliet watched as he took a deep breath. Quickly, the mask was back on, and he was Shawn again. She watched as the cogs in his head started to turn, and a wry smile crossed his lips. It was her favorite smile. That lop-sided grin that meant one of two things. Either he had a plan, which generally meant she wasn't going to like what he was about to say, or he had thought of something funny. Sometimes, it meant both.

"So. Here's the plan, my beautiful little sitting duck. If we both sit here, together, then they'll find us. At which point, I'm almost...well, nearly certain they'll kill us. Unless I walk out of this room and take off running. Here's to hoping that they follow me...oh, wait. No glasses...no clinky noise..."

A very Shawn-like smile split across his lips, as he raised his fist. Juliet couldn't deny him when he smiled at her like that. He bumped his fist against hers.

"Clink."

"Shawn. You can't do this. I'm the only one with a weapon. I should go."

"Nope. I am sorry my beautiful duck princess. You can't. It has to be me. You see, if you go and I'm left to call Lassie-face...he'll kill me for sure Jules. See you would have risked your life for absolutely no reason. The only way this works, is if I go. I mean this was my idea after all. I should see it through."

Juliet really couldn't fight his reasoning. He had a point. If they both sat there, it'd be like waiting for death to come find you. Still she couldn't let herself believe that he had to go. He meant too much to her for her to just let him waltz off into a darkened office building with two armed men. She had to be the one to go. But then again, Shawn's reasoning made sense. If the landlines came back up, and she was able to pace a call to Lassiter then it would be better if he heard her voice and not Shawn's.

"If it has to be you Shawn...then take this."

She shoved her gun into his hand. Shawn tried to mask the surprise written on his face. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let a smile cross his lips.

"Nope. You need it more than me. I'm like a panther once I start running. I can do it forever. No time for guns with me."

Shawn stood up, and placed the gun on the floor that he had once occupied.

"Stay diligent Jules. Panther out."

He winked at her before stooping down to place a small kiss on the top of her head.

"For luck."

And with that, he edged himself up against the wall, before disappearing through the door. Juliet couldn't help herself. The words flew from her lips without even her acknowledgment.

"Shawn...Please, don't...Shawn!"

He heard her calling for him, before he even had a chance to stand up and take off running. He had only hope on his side that they'd follow him, and leave Juliet alone. He ran until he came to the end of the hall, and stop for a moment to look behind him. There were two guys chasing after him. He took a breath, and noticed the shiny sliver that kept his attention. He knew it was a gun, and he knew that it was meant to be hidden until it was time to use it.

"Come on guys. You make it too easy." Shawn quipped before running off.

He quickly came to a crosswalk of hallways. He looked both ways, and snickered to himself. Remembering how even when he was a kid he hardly ever actually remembered to look both ways before crossing. He decided to go to the left. He knew he had to keep their attention for at least a little while. Both of there cell phones were dead, and the landlines had were down. Outside communication was not an option.

Taking a second to peek over his shoulder Shawn realized that his pursuers had split up, and that Bad Guy Number One was tight on his heels. It just had to be the one with the gun. That was just his luck. It was only then that he saw the end of the hallway was a dead end, and that would lead to a dead end for Shawn's life. He couldn't have that. He had to stay alive for Jules.

Shawn skidded to a stop before running into the dead end, turned on his heel and took off running toward the large man that was running toward him. The man seemed surprised at first, before he skidded to a stop. His gun aimed at Shawn as he drew nearer.

Shawn took a deep breath as he dove, leg first, onto the ground. He felt like a baseball player sliding into second. A shocked expression covered his face as he realized that his plan worked. He had slid past his assailant without hitting the wall beside him. As he came out of his slide, he placed his feet firmly on the ground, and stole a second to glance back at his pursuer, whose face was red with anger that Shawn had gotten past him. Shawn smiled at him and sent a wink in his direction before fleeing back toward the end of the hall, his decision already made to go left, and keep them as far away from Juliet as possible.

He could hear the footfalls behind him as Hefty Bad Guy Number One picked up speed. He adjusted himself only slightly to make the turn to the left. Then the sound of gunfire rang in his ears and red-hot pain coursed through his right side. He tried to keep going but he fell to his knees as his vision changed to a fuzzy gray color. He fought against the darkness until the butt of his assailant's gun caught the back of his head. His world turned black.