Augusto Rios pressed the knife harder against Shawn's throat, threatening to break the skin. It has just been a simple trip to the police headquarters to pick up his check from his last consulting job and hopefully a quick chat with Juliet, maybe even lunch.
Now Shawn was held under knife point by a desperate murderer who decided that kidnapping a police officer would help his case. However, the only person Augusto could catch was an entirely unprepared Shawn and before he could even make his escape he was surrounded by officers, including a particularly upset Juliet who was leaving for lunch with a few fellow members of the force, including Lassiter.
As a distant voice commanded Augusto to put down the gun Shawn felt the man merely increase his grip on Shawn's hair, pulling his head further. The man's right hand pulling Shawn's head against his shoulder by the hair, the left held the knife.
Shawn stood, legs uncomfortable crouched under. Augusto was shorter than Shawn and his grip forced Shawn to lean back and crouch down. Shawn had been standing under the threat of knife point for the last ten agonizing minutes and his legs had begun to shake.
Shawn was unusually silent and unmoving, yet his stoic silence and resolve were betrayed by the single tear running down his cheek. He wished no one saw his moment of weakness, but he knew everyone followed the tear down his face. There were voices yelling around Shawn, but he could hear nothing past the buzzing in his ears.
Shawn gazed into Juliet's eyes as she stood twenty feet directly in front of him and nodded discretely, giving her silent permission to do what needed to be done.
With a crack the bullet snapped past Shawn's right shoulder, slicing through the skin before lodging itself in Augusto's throat. For the briefest moment they stood unmoving before sliding down the van Augusto was using as a shield and collapsing on the asphalt.
Augusto was dead from the precisely placed bullet and Shawn had collapsed upon him, unaccustomed to supporting his own weight.
"Shawn! Oh my God, Shawn! I am so sorry." Juliet came rushing over followed closely by Lassiter and the other policemen, guns still drawn as the evaluated the situation. It was soon clear that Augusto posed no further threat. "Are you alright, Shawn?" Juliet asked as she arrived by Shawn's side.
Shawn groaned, clutching his shoulder as he was helped off of Augusto. "Well, I may need a personal nurse while I heal," Shawn explained with a wink.
"Well, he's clearly fine," muttered Lassiter, even though he knew fine was clearly an exaggeration. Shawn's shoulder was still bleeding heavily and he was pale with shock, Shawn's flirting was just clearly just a fragile front.
Within moments the ambulance was at the police station to take Shawn to the hospital, pulling into the police station parking lot once given the all clear. Juliet, who had yet to leave Shawn's side and stop apologizing followed Shawn's stretcher into the ambulance.
"Jules, calm down," began Shawn from his stretcher as the ambulance drove away. "How could I be made at you? You saved my life. Plus, now I might ever have a manly scar; all the girls love those."
Juliet reached down and gently held Shawn's hand. "I don't think you need any help with the ladies," Juliet replied as she kissed him on the cheek and smoothed down his unruly hair. Shawn closed his eyes and enjoyed his ride to the hospital with Juliet, the pain meds taking effect as he drifted off to sleep.