Title: Silver Bullet

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or any of the characters in the show.

Summary: "Lindsay, you don't have to do this..." The brief hostage situation becomes a full blown situation and mistakes are made. Can the Psych gang deal with the repercussions or will it all end with a bullet?

Warnings: If you do not like slash, I advise you not to read the story. This story contains mentions of attempted suicide, rape and a mental disorder.

Author's Note: Constructive Criticism is appreciated and flaming is frowned upon.

Chapter One

Mistakes

He was frozen in his spot, his heart pounding in his chest, fear overcoming him. Shawn never prepared himself for a situation like this. In all honesty, he never thought that he would be in any danger while working for the police, he always thought that Lassie and Jules would protect him. His father constantly told him to stop getting involved in police matters and it was now that he realized that his father was only trying to protect him. He always thought that Henry was just trying to ruin the one thing that was working for him, for a thirty[? year old, he could really be naive.

Shawn flinched when the cold metal muzzle dug into his temple, swallowing deeply. A shiver ripped down the length of his spine as he heard the safety click off, the sound ringing in his ears. He couldn't find his voice, all he could do was look at the Captain, Lassie, Jules and the Fed helplessly.

"I'm getting on that plane and I'm taking him with me. I can blow his brains out in a second if you try and stop me." Lindsay hissed, there was no way that she was going to jail, not after she put all those bastards away. She was willing to kill to stay out. She leaned into Shawn, her mouth inches away from his ear, whispering so no one else could hear.

"While you're are great in bed, you're rather stupid in the head. Any girl is lucky to have you, it's a pity that I'm going to have to kill you once we're on that plane."

Shawn heard a pathetic protest, realizing that it was coming from his mouth, immediately cursing himself for being weak. "Lindsay, you don't have to do this, please."

A second after she saw the woman take out her gun, Juliet drew her own, aiming it at her head. She'd kill the bitch before she'd let Shawn get hurt. Even though he was older, she thought of him as a younger brother. He acted like a child most of the time and she didn't want that to disappear. True, it did get annoying but it was better than a serious, no-nonsense attitude like Lassiter. She flicked the safety of and pressed lightly on the trigger, ready to fire at any given moment.

Lassiter felt anger rise in his chest, training his weapon on Lindsay's legs, ready to cripple her if it come to that. He hated to admit it, Shawn was beginning to grow on him but that fact would never be said out in the open. He had a sense of duty to protect the younger male, it was true that he annoyed him to death but he wasn't going to let Shawn get injured or worse. Not on his watch.

Ewing growled and trained his gun at Lindsay's forehead. He couldn't believe that she betrayed him like that, they worked together for years and he never thought she'd switch sides. He would have to forget about their friendship and take her down, Washington wouldn't like it if he let a civilian died.

Gus stepped back, clenched his jaw and curled his hands into fists. Shawn was his best friend and he would be devastated if he was killed by the rogue agent. Not to mention angry. Yet, he couldn't do anything to stop her, he didn't have a gun nor was he trained to take out a target without harming Shawn. He wouldn't even be able to pull the trigger, the guilt would kill him.

It was the worse time to leave her gun at the station, she didn't want to stand by and do nothing. Henry would kill her if she let anything happen to his boy. Ever since Shawn got thrown off his motorcycle during his second case, he told her to watch out for him. He made it very clear that he would hold her completely responsible for any harm that Shawn sustained and after working with him for years, she knew he would make good on his threat. It looked like she needed to talk this out before any blood was spilt.

"Listen to me Lindsay, it doesn't have to end this way. If you kidnap or harm Mr. Spencer, you're only making matters worse. Be smart, put your gun down and release him."

Lindsay frowned, her eyes darting from Vick to Lassiter, to Juliet and then to Ewing. There were three guns and she only had one. Shawn was her only leverage and she wanted to make a point that she was serious. "You're right, I am smart." She slowly lowered her gun, watching closely as as Special quickly stepped towards her. And Shawn was still frozen with fear, you could see it in his eyes and there was the slightest tremor in his arms.

"Smart enough to know it's better to go out with a bang." Her frown twisted into a grin and she squeezed the trigger before Shawn could get away.

Shawn let out a strangled, agonizing cry and his left leg collapsed as a bullet ripped through his thigh. Waves of sharp pains shot up his legs as tore through the soft tissue and tendons, lodging in the hard muscle. She squeezed off another round into his calf, unwanted tears stinging Shawn's eyes. His knees slammed on the ground, lose gravel scrapping his thin jeans. Almost immediately, a small puddle of blood began to form, tainting the the ground below. He paled and laughed hoarsely, always cracking jokes. "So that was a gun shot feels like, now I have a war story. Lucky me."

It happened so fast that no one could stop her, one mistake of many. Juliet's hand flew to her mouth and her gun hand wavered. They needed to do something, he was losing blood and fast.

Vick wanted to rush forward and help Shawn but she would probably be shot herself and then she wouldn't be any good to anyone. She didn't know how she would explain to Henry how his son got shot and if Shawn died... No, it wouldn't come down to that, she wouldn't let it happen."Lindsay, Mr. Spencer needs to get to the hospital, you won't get away with shooting him and I'll make sure of that. You're only making matters worse for yourself, two count of murder with give you a longer, harsh sentence." She never really threatened someone before but this was different, this was one of her own. Yes, admittedly, she thought of Shawn as a detective rather than a psychic, she didn't believe that he was.

Lindsay grabbed a fist full of Shawn's hair and yanked his head back, causing him to whimper uncharacteristically. She pressed the gun against his neck and put a small amount of pressure against the trigger. "I'm not going to prison, either you let me get on that plane or I'll sever your buddy's jugular. You're running out of time, I don't think Shawn will last any longer."

Lassiter's eyes settled on Shawn and his heart dropped in his chest. Fear was apparent in his eyes, he was shaking and his face was pale. His pants were almost completely soaked with blood, if he didn't get medical treatment he would go into shock and eventually die. Someone had to take action but he couldn't see a way to take her out without harm Spencer even more than he is right now. He heard a soft whisper to his right and when he glanced over, his heart dropped further.

"Oh Shawn." Juliet whispered, trying to steady her gun, tears stinging in her eyes. She now wanted to see her rot in prison, killing her would be merciful and she wouldn't show any mercy to the likes of her. Not after she shot Shawn twice, not after taking something special away from him. His childlike innocence. She lifted her hand so it now pointed at her shoulder, just above Shawn's head, which would take away her ability to use a gun.

When the copper smell hit Gus's nose, he immediately felt sick to his stomach. He couldn't believe she shot him and it almost pushed him over the edge. He was going to figure out what to do to end this, even if it kills him. He then saw an opportunity that made him smile a bit and he intended to take it. While everyone was focused on Lindsay, no one even glanced in his direction. He began to slowly step back until he was out of eyesight and earshot. He pulled his cellphone out and quickly dialed 911. He paced as it rang, hoping they would answer the damn phone.

"911, what's your emergency?" Relief flooded through his body and he almost jumped with joy. "There is a hostage situation and someone has been shot. We need an ambulance and back-up asap. He's losing blood by the minute and he's not going to last long. You need to hurry!"

He rattled off the address and hung up, hoping that they'd arrive soon. He slipped back, proud with himself and glad that no one noticed his absence.

"Listen you bitch, let Shawn go or I'll blast your shoulder off." Juliet growled, knowing damn well that she would never be like this again but this was a friend she was talking about. She looked down at Shawn and frowned, they only had about fifteen minutes until he went into shock and the she saw that the only way so to take her down. The only thing Juliet was worried about was that Lindsay's gun could go off in the process. She had to make a choice and she needed to now. She shut her eyes and squeezed the trigger, then everything went to hell.

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