Disclaimer: I do not own Psych

I want to thank GB for doing a great beta job on this for me.

Warning: Major Character Death ahead.

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A shot rang out as Jack ran towards the door to the warehouse; he turned just in time to see Shawn fall dazedly to the ground behind him.

"No, Shawn!"

He no longer cared about the danger to himself as he scrambled back to where his nephew now lay not moving.

"Shawnie?" He was relieved to see Shawn's eyes open as he dropped down next to him.

A pained expression came over Shawn's face as he stared back at Jack, he coughed and a trickle of blood trailed down the side of his mouth.

"It's bad, isn't it?" Shawn's voice was weak but insistent.

Jack looked down at the gaping hole in his nephews stomach and then at the ever increasing amount of blood pooling on the floor around them.

He smiled at Shawn, "You're going to be fine, Shawnie. Just fine."

"Don't lie to the boy, Jack." Jack tensed at the all too familiar voice coming from behind him. "Tell the boy he's going to die, and it's all his uncle's fault."

Jack turned around to face Neil, his former business partner. "I'll kill you for this."

Neil laughed as he wiped away the trickle of blood from under his nose where Shawn had punched him in their attempt to escape.

The smile fell from Neil's face as he heard sirens in the distance, "I should kill you now for double crossing me, but I think watching your nephew die because of you, will be punishment enough."

Jack watched as the man tucked the gun into the back of his pants and ran towards the exit.

"Hey!" Jack yelled, but was prevented from going after him as a cold hand grabbed his arm.

"Uncle Jack?" The voice was weak and hesitant.

Jack turned around and faced Shawn before placing his hands on his stomach. "We need to keep pressure on your wound, alright?"

He tried to ignore the groan of pain that came from Shawn as he pressed down harder. "Help's on the way, Shawnie. I can hear them."

Shawn coughed again, "Tell my dad....." A searing pain shot through his stomach effectively cutting him off.

A tear slid unnoticed down Jack's face. "You tell him, kiddo."

Shawn opened his mouth as more blood trickled out, his normally white teeth stained red. "Tell him that I lo..."

Just then the doors to the warehouse burst open, "SBPD freeze!"

He noticed the two detectives that his nephew was always hanging around with, "We need help over here!" He was relieved when he heard the dark haired detective call out for paramedics.

The blonde detective arrived first, "What happened?" Her eyes fell on Shawn. " Oh, God."

Lassiter arrived next and pulled O'Hara away just as the EMT's arrived, "Give them room to work, O'Hara."

She nodded removing her arm from Lassiter's and stepping back.

Lassiter watched as they moved Shawn's uncle out of the way and loaded an unconscious Shawn onto a stretcher, he recognized enough of what the EMT's were yelling at each other to know the situation didn't look good.

"O'Hara, you'll need to inform Mr. Spencer", Lassiter turned a glare towards Jack before clearing his throat. "Inform Henry and Mr. Guster of what's happened."

Juliet nodded and hurried out the door behind the EMT's.

Lassiter walked over towards Jack and tightly grabbed his arm, "You and I are going to have a very long, long conversation about what went down here today." Lassiter spoke through gritted teeth.

Jack looked back at Lassiter with a haunted expression in his eyes, "Hospital first?"

Lassiter released his hold on the other man's arm, "Definitely."

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Detective's Lassiter and O'Hara were sitting in the waiting room chairs, with a very quiet and somber Jack sitting in between them.

They hadn't been waiting very long before a doctor in scrubs came out to meet them, "Family of Shawn Spencer?"

Jack shot up out of the chair, "I'm his uncle."

Lassiter and O'Hara stood up also and flashed their badges, "The rest of his family haven't arrived yet."

The doctor nodded, "Please take your seats." He motioned towards the seats they had just vacated.

"I'm Doctor Davidson and I was Shawn's doctor when he was brought in a short time ago."

"How's my nephew Doctor?" Jack's voice was desperate.

"I'm sorry to tell you that the injuries that Mr. Spencer sustained from the bullet wound and the loss of blood were just too much. I'm sorry but Mr. Spencer didn't make it."

"Detective Lassiter?" A shout rang out from down the hall before anyone had a chance to digest the news.

O'Hara had a hand to her mouth trying to hold back her sobs as Lassiter turned red rimmed eyes toward the approaching Gus and Henry.

Henry met the eyes of who he assumed was Shawn's doctor and stopped dead in his tracks, taking in the appearances of the two detectives and the shell shocked form of his brother his mind easily put two and two together.

Henry swallowed and stared hard at the doctor, "He's gone, isn't he?"

Gus stopped and turned back towards Henry, "What? No!"

The doctor nodded, "Yes, I'm very sorry."

Henry nodded and watched the doctor walk away before turning a stunned gaze towards the floor, a moment later he looked at Jack.

Jack stood up slowly, "Henry, I'm so sorry."

"Sorry? You killed my son and you're sorry?" Henry approached Jack slowly.

Jack started backing up and raised his hands in the air, "Henry."

Henry ran full force into his brother tackling the younger man to the ground. He landed punch after punch to Jack's face repeating the same word's over and over again, "You'll never be sorry enough."

He was pulled off a few minutes later but not before leaving his younger brother bleeding and unconscious on the floor.

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-A week later

All the people had left the gravesite a few minutes earlier, giving Henry a moment alone to say goodbye.

"Why are you here?" He asked when he heard the approaching footsteps.

Jack stopped as Henry turned to face him.

"I know you haven't wanted to talk to me, Henry." He put a hand up to stop Henry from interrupting. "But Shawn wanted me to tell you something."

Henry's bottom lip quivered slightly as he nodded for his brother to go ahead. "He wanted me to tell you that he loved you."

A few tears slipped down Henry's face.

"Now you have. You can leave, Jack."

"Henry."

Furry filled Henry's face, "No, Jack. You don't get my forgiveness. You're lost to me Jack, we're no longer brothers."

Jack nodded tears slipping down his own face.

Henry turned back around and spoke his final words to his brother. "It should be you in that box, Jack."

He didn't look but he heard his brother stumble away. He slowly approached the wooden casket and bent down slightly placing a light kiss to the dark wood. "I love you too, kid."

He patted his jacket feeling the familiar outline of his gun, "I'm going to find the man that did this, Shawn and I'm going to kill him.