A/N :

Heyyyyy guyyysssss! This is my first Psych fanfic, let alone Shules, so don't expect it to be AMAZING, but I do hope that you all enjoy it! I have wayyy more written, but I want to see if anyone likes it before I continue. This is just Juliet's POV, but Shawn's will be the next chapter. As soon as I get some good reviews, you can have the next chapter I have written. It explains WAY more than this does. This is just a beginning. I really hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer:

I DON'T (as unfortunate as it is) OWN PSYCH! I really wish I did though. :/ I guess I'll get over it… we'll see… Well, here you go!

Juliet's POV

I had gotten a text from Carlton saying that Chief wanted to see us immediately. I didn't question what the emergency was, or that Lassiter was texting, but I was sure that it would be explained once I got to the SBPD.

I got out of bed, and went to look in the mirror. I hadn't gotten much sleep. I didn't want to focus on why right now, but it always appeared in my head. How could it not? It was a big deal!

Nobody at the office knew that I basically broke up with Shawn less than 12 hours ago. They would figure it out today probably from my bloodshot eyes.

Still observing myself in the mirror, I noticed the bags under my eyes, my ruffled hair from tossing and turning, and my sweatpants that matched Shawn's old t-shirt that I had secretly kept. It was his green Applejacks shirt. I hadn't taken it off except to put on my clothes for work. I shut my eyes and tried to not relive the awful memory.

I got dressed at three in the morning and got into my car. I had on my normal pantsuit, blouse, and my hair was in a ponytail with my bangs pulled back and bobby pinned. I turned my car on and couldn't help stopping by a café for a quick coffee. When I walked into the SBPD, I didn't see anyone. In fact, all the lights were out. I took out my gun and walked over to my desk. Where the hell is everyone?

With my gun in one hand, I set my purse and coffee on my desk and took out my phone. I was about to call Lassiter when I saw the yellow sticky note attached to my desk. I picked it up and tried to figure out what it said. The last one and been pretty spot on. I sighed and closed my eyes, focusing on the task. 'Bottling up all that anger at Shawn probably isn't the best idea. Just go outside and blow up. Scream and yell. It's always helped me.' Grabbing my purse and coffee I went outside. This person obviously wanted me to. But I wasn't going to yell and scream and loose my cool. I was leaving. Whoever this person was knew that I was going to the office, which meant that they knew I got the text from Lassiter before I even got it.

In my haste of getting back to my car, I didn't notice anyone following me, but every time I heard a sound, I would swivel around in hope of catching the person leaving the notes. I kind of wanted to thank him. He saved me from a pretty big mistake.

I knew something was wrong, but I couldn't pinpoint what exactly. I grabbed my keys out of my purse and thrust them into the lock. I could hear a faint ticking noise coming from my car and I finally understood what the notes message was. Just go outside and blow up. I dropped my coffee and put my hands over my face trying to back away quickly. I felt hands wrap around my body and pull me to the side away from the bomb implanted in my car. The blast from the bomb threw us both to the ground, earning a satisfying smack from my head hitting the ground. I felt someone pick up my body and put me in what sounded like a van starting. Someone slammed the doors, but I couldn't pick anything else up as my body went limp and my brain shut down.

I remember swimming around in darkness, none of my senses working. I was starting to regain some of my senses as my ears slowly started to unplug. I was still in darkness, but I could make out faint voices. Maybe I was in the hospital… was I hurt? I still couldn't see, but then I realized my eyes weren't even opened. I forced my eyes open slowly to make sure they adjusted to the light, though, when I opened them, I realized it was frightfully dark. Not to where I couldn't see, but just enough to see the rim of a male figure. I saw a streak of light from what looked like a door opening. A man walked in, but I couldn't look for long because my head started to throb at the light. I closed my eyes tight trying to block out all light. Upon opening my eyes I realized he was looking for something. He saw the first man I noticed and briskly walked over to him. My hearing was starting to improve, and I could just make out what the voices were saying, although the man that walked over had started in a rather loud voice that hurt my head more than a migraine should.

"Where is she?" The confused man said. I thought I recognized it, but I didn't take notice. I was just trying to refrain from slipping back into unconsciousness.

"I thought this would catch your attention." The other man stated calmly, almost proudly.

"Look," Wait… was that Shawn? I perked up a little bit but then quickly remembered that we weren't dating. Sinking in my chair, I just listened. "Just tell me where she is, and I won't inform the cops."

"You're one naive little bastard, aren't you? You should know where she is, shouldn't you psychic?" Dear God Shawn, what have you gotten into this time? I wanted to get up and run to him, to call out and tell him that I was all right. I started to try and speak, but something was covering my mouth and, even if it wasn't, my throat burned when I too a simple breath through my mouth. The material felt like a bandana. I blinked quickly a couple of times and pulled at my wrists. They were tied behind me while I was sitting in a chair. In fact, my waist, wrists, and ankles were tied to the chair. My breath started to quicken when I was casted with the terrible memories of the Yin case. I looked down and saw the floor, thank God, but again I knew something was wrong. I didn't feel right. I took this time to examine my clothing. What I saw scared me, maybe even more than being dangled from the clock tower that Yin had me at. Blood was all over my clothes. My eyes clouded at the sight. I didn't know where all this blood came from; was it even my blood? I swallowed the scream that I wanted to let rip through me. The worst part is that I don't know if I was awake during this. Did he find some way to drug me and make sure I didn't remember what happened? When I heard Shawn's voice, it almost brought tears to my eyes. Almost.

"Are you testing my psychic abilities?" He questioned cockily. He was acting tough; I hadn't missed the quiver in his voice, though.

"What about your girl, psychic? You gonna save her, or are you gonna show off your talents?" The man replied smoothly. I could barely make out Shawn's reply his whisper was so soft and sorrowful.

"She's not my girl." He started.

"You're right. She's not. You must miss her. She was so important to you that you lied to her for seven years." He was teasing Shawn.

"She's the most important thing in the world to me." Shawn snarled. "You know exactly what she is to me. You know how much she means." His voice had started to sound sickly calm. He was loosing it, and Shawn doesn't loose it. What's happened to make him loose it like this? What was this guy doing to him… or me?

"So, I take it you would take it personally if I decided to kill her, as slow and painfully as possible." My breath hitched in my throat. I was going to die. That was this person's plan. But that couldn't be it. He wouldn't go to all this trouble just to kill me. He wanted something from Shawn, although I didn't know what.

"What do you want from me?" Shawn begged. "I'll do anything. Kill me for all I care, just don't hurt her anymore. But before you did, that is, decide to kill me, I would have to know that she's safe. I would have to be 100% sure. I could take her back and say you got away and just meet you back here later. You can do whatever it is you want, just, I beg of you, don't hurt her more than you already have."

"Shawn, have you learned nothing?" I heard the voice ask with a slight chuckle. What does he mean?

"Daren, I've learned a lot, thought most of it was about food and some vocabulary. Did you know that elephantine means huge?" He gave a curious look over to the masked man, actually expecting him to answer.

"I go by Sir now, smartass!" The man yelled. Copycat indeed.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm bad with names." Sir? Was this person connected to anyone that I know?

"My father was a very important person. Yang doesn't even know that I'm her brother. I was trained to be like him. I must finish his work! I have to kill both of you." Damn… this guy was crazier than I gave him credit for.

"Sir, you don't have to kill either of us. We can fix your problems. What's that you have there?" His voice was nervous and pleading, but he was staying strong.

"Shawn, you know that I can't just… kill you. You have to be tortured… something that I can enjoy. You did kill my father." No he didn't, Yang did. I heard feet shuffling toward me, but I didn't pay much attention. The voices were starting to get closer now though. I still couldn't move, and, even if I could, I don't think I would've. My body was going into shock. I started to move my head around as I realized where I was.

Looking around, I realized that there were pictures everywhere. I didn't know what the purpose of them were until I saw who was in all the photos. All of them had Shawn in them; some of them had Lassiter, half had Gus, but probably 75 percent had me in them. I gaped at how long this person had been after Shawn. The pictures dated back a good three years. As I looked around the room, I recognized a picture of Shawn after our weekend retreat. This picture was taken from a different angle, though, and I realized Gus had been standing behind us. He was holding a Nintendo and… oh God. Is that a ring?

I was interrupted from my gazing when a sharp pain entered my sides. I was starting to be able to feel the pain in my arms and legs. My whole body hurt and I realized that Daren had been torturing me with or without my knowledge. I shifted my head downward again to look at my exposed stomach. Gashes were cut all within my sides and it hurt to breathe. My headache was killing me. It hurt to move my head at all, let alone listen to the voices anymore. Blood was dripping out of every cut on my body, but somehow, I hadn't bled out. I looked over to where the bodies had moved. I saw Shawn grabbing what looked like a wrench from behind him.

"Look, Sir. I'm sure we can work something out. If you could just tell me where Juliet is, you can torture me all you like. All you have to do is tell me."

"Ahh… Juliet…. She was that one piece that I needed. Finally I got the chance to get her. I had to wait for just the right timing. I finally found it."

"After this is over, I kinda wanna know how you even knew what I was going to do right before I did and then leave one of the frickin' sticky notes saying what I was going to do!" He sighed, obviously aggravated. It was true; I wanted to know too.

"So, how long has it been? Three days? Two? You told her you weren't a psychic and she dumped you. Harsh don't you think?"

"I wasn't truthful. It isn't harsh; it's what I deserve." He was trying to keep him talking, but I don't think he realized that I could hear him.

"You can do better than her. You don't need her. You're exceptionally smart and cunning. You used your wit to pick up every other girl before her, so why is she different?" Sir actually sounded like he wanted to know, though I knew better. Shawn's reply sounded angry, and I could tell he meant every word.

"No. You're wrong. You're so wrong, in fact, that wrong doesn't even describe how wrongly wrong you are. I can't do better than her. And I do need her. I may be smart and cunning, but obviously I'm not with relationships because I couldn't handle not being truthful! She's different because I loved her! No, I still love her. She may not know it, but I love her so much it kills me every time I just look at her and know that she's not mine anymore! The only reason that I even wanted to tell her the truth about me is because I wanted her to know me, the real me, not the person I pretended to be." He was furious, but controlling it. I, on the other hand, was just told that Shawn, the man that was terrified of commitment, loved me. I couldn't even swallow. All I could do was stare at him. Yes, I love Shawn, but I still hadn't told him this. I wasn't good with emotions. My growing love for him was cut short when my eyes started to tear up. I felt like my whole body was on fire. I let in a sudden sharp breath as the not so dull pain started to circulate around my body. I wanted to scream it hurt so badly, but I knew I couldn't. Shawn had heard it, but so had Daren.

Shawn was ahead of the game, though. As soon as Daren looked over at me, Shawn hit him over the head with the wrench. Everything started to get a little bit fuzzy and my eyes drifted closed as I gave into the pain. Shawn calling my name, trying to figure out where I was, was the last thing I heard.

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~ladywolf101