Close your eyes
Juliet O'Hara was not a simple woman by any means.
Shawn loved that about her. He loved the fact that she carried a gun everywhere they went, and the way she would watch Sex in the City marathons late at night instead of sleeping. But more than anything else, he loved her eyes. Her cool, blue, expression-filled eyes.
He used to gaze into those eyes for hours, filling his mind with the eye-emotions of Juliet O'Hara. His Jules.
She was shot down three feet from where he stood. He reached out to hold her hand, laughing, and suddenly she was on the ground. Shawn didn't even look around for the sniper. None of that mattered. All that mattered was Jules- the one and only Jules- laying on the sidewalk in front of the SBPD, covered in blood.
Her blood.
Red blood against her blue eyes.
Carlton Lassiter was the first to run from the precinct.
He was screaming her name, over and over, and then he was just screaming.
He didn't even pull his gun.
Buzz McNab started crying, even before he saw the body.
Just the sight of Carlton Lassiter- a teary-eyed, gunless Lassiter was enough to start the tears flowing.
Shawn never caught the sniper. He never caught anyone else again.
He closed his Jules's eyes, and he let Gus take him back to the Psych office. And then he climbed onto his motorcycle and drove away.
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