Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or any of the characters there-in although the plot is all my own! Please read and review.

-Libby

The Very Thought of You

'I wish I had worn the shorter heels today' was the current thought running through my head as I sprinted after the main suspect in my latest homicide case. 'God, these shoes are killing me!' I thought, my knees started to buckle and my lungs burned, not used to this much intense running in a very long while. If the perp didn't slow down, I'd have to shoot his leg, forcing him to stop; I couldn't keep up much longer. Those were my last thoughts before I heard a shot and saw black.

'Ohh, my head kills' I thought with my eyes closed. I tried to sit upright but I felt bile rising up my throat before I even made it part-way up. 'Well,' I thought, 'I guess I'm gonna be lying down for awhile.' When I finally opened my eyes, I was slightly surprised at what I saw. There were white walls all around me and I could smell the sickening odor of disinfectant. "Okay, I'm definitely in a hospital of some kind." I said aloud testing out my voice, it sounded scratchy and rough. I must have been out for sometime. Before I knew what was happening someone rushed over to me and called out for a doctor. I winced at the loud sounds coming out of his mouth. When I looked to my right I could just make out a young man in his mid to late twenties wearing a rumpled tee-shirt and jeans. The stubble on his face showed that he hadn't shaved in a few days.

"Jules, you're okay!" He said to me, excitedly reaching for my hand; his eyes held a look of relief. I racked my throbbing brain for any indication of who this (cute) person could be, but I came up blank. Before I could ask him who he was, a doctor came in to check my vitals.

"How are you feeling Ms. O'Hara?" A doctor with kind dark green eyes asked me, looking at my chart.

"My brain hurts," I told him truthfully, "and I can't remember anything. What happened? Why am I here?" The doctor gave the other man a small look that I managed to catch. "What?" I asked seriously. "Who am I, and what am I doing here?"

The doctor looked back at the young man again before answering, "Your name is Juliet O'Hara and you are a Detective for the Santa Barbra Police Department. You're certain you can't remember anything?" he asked, as if I would be lying to him.

I closed my eyes and thought until it hurt my head even more. "No, I'm sure I can't remember anything." I tossed the name Juliet through my head a few times but it didn't even sound vaguely familiar. "You're sure my name's Juliet?" I asked, "It doesn't sound familiar at all." I was starting to feel overwhelmed by everything, as I watched the young man with the wrinkled shirt pull the doctor aside before turning to talk to me.

"Jules, you don't remember chasing that creep down the pier?" The young man asked me quietly all the while looking as confused as I felt.

"No, I don't and I'm sorry to seem rude, but who are you?" I asked him. I regretted asking the question as soon as it left my lips; his face fell in a way I couldn't understand until he replied.

He rubbed his hand over his face as if debating whether or not to tell me the full truth. "Jules, I'm Shawn, your fiancé." His eyes showed the inner hurt he must have been feeling but he tried to cover up his feelings as fast as he could when Dr. Green Eyes ushered him outside.

I looked over to my left hand and saw a beautiful diamond ring on my ring finger but it didn't bring back any memories; instead it paved the way for an onslaught of new questions. I didn't realize I was weeping until I reached up to rub my eye and felt the wetness staining my cheeks. 'How could I not know who I am? What happened to me?' I thought, determined to get some answers.

TBC Next chapter due soon, please review, I live for constructive criticism. Thanks!! -L.