Ok, so not quite sure where my notes went when I attempted to upload this earlier...but I am certainly hoping this works this time. I originally posted this on Psychfic, but decided to share it with the FF community as well. It's a short, drabblish story I was compelled to write over a period of a few weeks, and, though it really has no point, the question always arose in my mind just what would Shawn risk to keep Juliet safe...
"Where. Is. She?" He demanded quietly, staring down the cocky man across from him while Gus, Henry, Lassiter and the chief discreetly tried to figure out if the department's most unique consultant had finally lost it...and what they could do to stop him if he truly had.
"Go fuck yourself," was the automatic reply by the shaggy haired man, not truly believing the hazel eyed man would actually do anything to him.
"Wrong. Answer." Shawn retorted in a deadly calm voice, bringing up the Smith and Wesson purposefully and pulling the trigger, ignoring both the downed man's howl of pain as he clutched his bloody knee and the shocked outbursts from the others in the room as they tried to jump into action.
"You shot me, you...psycho!" the injured man screamed in disbelief, hastily hobbling backward as Shawn advanced menacingly, pistol at the ready.
"We're going to try this again," the livid man continued calmly as if the brown eyed man's outburst never happened, mentally keeping track of his father and Lassie as they tried, and failed, to stealthily advance on him. Shifting his stance, Shawn once again demanded information, voice growing in volume as he went along. "Where. Is. SHE?"
"I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about, you deranged lunatic," the injured man insisted, not nearly as confident as he'd been a few moments ago, before the crazy man with the gun had put an extra hole in him, but still not willing to reveal the information he had.
"Well then, let me refresh your memory," Shawn answered simply, moving just enough to once again stop the slow advance of the two men on the other side of the room. "36 hours ago, six year old Cynthia Traeger was playing in the park, when a couple of men in suits grabbed her and a woman they thought was her nanny, threw them in an unmarked van and sped off. I know you know where she is, and you are going to tell me, or you are going to lose your other knee," bringing up the pistol menacingly. When silence was his only response, he squeezed the trigger once again, completely focused on finding Cynthia and Jules, the sooner the better.
Secretly reveling in the other man's howl of pain, Shawn kneeled next to the downed man, knowing he wasn't going to have long before the two determined men succeeded in overpowering him and he needed to get this location if it was the last thing he did...because in all likelihood it was going to be just that. Seriously doubt I will be able to talk my way out of this one...Shawn admitted with a sad shake of his head, all the while aware that he wouldn't change a single thing if he had the opportunity, Not if it means Jules will be safe. "Last chance," he ground out pressing the gun against the injured man's chest, "You either tell me where she is, or I will kill you," applying pressure to the trigger.
"OK, OK, OK!" the brown eyed man shrieked, seriously fearing for his life at the hands of the unwavering man above him, "They're at the old warehouse at the corner of Helena and Montecito! Just get the hell off me, man!" The same moment that Henry and Lassiter finally made it across the space, each grabbing one of Shawn's arms, as he pulled the trigger one last time before he was disarmed, cuffed, and led out of the room, passing several EMTs he recognized by sight.
The relief Juliet felt as her friends and co workers rushed into the abandoned warehouse in the nick of time, guns drawn and surrounding the kidnappers was short lived when she noted the absence of Shawn, Gus and Henry. And it was obliterated completely when she finally had a moment with Carlton a half hour later, after she'd given her statement to an officer and been cleared by the medics, only to stare at her partner as if he'd suddenly grown a second head, trying to process what she swore she'd heard him say. Shawn, her fun loving, caring, happy go lucky boyfriend had shot a guy three times, killing him and was in jail? All in order to find her and Cynthia? There simply had to be some mistake, because there was no way, even with Henry, Gus, the chief, and Lassie's matching accounts that it was even remotely possible. Straightening her spine, she brought herself up to her full height and demanded, "Take me to him," with such a fierce expression that her partner acquiesced without an argument.
There is the first of three parts, and I would love to know what people think, even if it's to tell me just how confusing the section really is...this is my first attempt at posting on , and it's going to take a bit of getting used to the different steps to upload, but I'll get the hang of it sooner rather than later. :)