Most brides experienced some sort of crisis on their wedding day. Various little freak outs, like the flowers being the wrong color, or her train being longer than she remembered.

That's all she was feeling, pre-wedding jitters, the woman tried to convince herself. But standing in front of the mirror now, tugging nervously at her dress, Juliet knew it was more than that. No self-respecting bride seriously considered escaping out the window minutes before the wedding.

The worst part of it was that the only thing that was stopping Juliet was the fact that she was too anxious to move. It was as if her feet were frozen to the ground. Literal cold feet. She chuckled shakily at the thought.

Finally willing herself to move, Juliet began a hesitant shuffle towards her bouquet. She almost dreaded the fact that the florist hadn't screwed up. Then at least she'd have something to distract her- something to blame her breakdown on.

Deep Juliet she knew it wasn't a diversion she needed; she needed reassurance. Someone to convince her that she wasn't about to make the biggest mistake of her life. But just as she'd screwed up everything else that day, the detective had dismissed her bride's maid for the time being. Why did she insist on "alone time"? What did she know?

Realizing that if she didn't find company, she would go from soon-to-be bride, to runaway bride, Juliet rushed to the door and thrust it open. "Hello?" she called, peeking out her hotel room. "Is anyone there?" Everyone was probably in their own rooms, getting ready for the wedding. Something she should be doing now. Juliet cursed herself for not talking out her problems sooner.

"Anyone?" she tried again.

"O'Hara?"

Juliet perked up immediately, jerking her head towards the source of the noise. Her heart sank as she made out the approaching shape. "Oh, Carlton, it's you" she said quietly.

"Don't sound so disappointed," Lassiter laughed, trying out a bit of levity.

Juliet smiled lightly. "Sorry, I was expecting someone else."

"You said anyone," Carlton pointed out.

"Did I?"

The head detective took a step closer to his partner, looking genuinely concerned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Juliet lied, faking a smile.

"O'Hara, your hands are shaker, your face is paler than usually, and you look like you're about to throw up. What's up?" He asked, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

Juliet shook her head. "It's really nothing. Just... girl stuff." That wasn't exactly a lie. Most men didn't worry about whether or not they wanted to be somebody's wife.

Lassiter's eyes widened in horror, and any color in his whitish face had completely drained. "Y-You're not pregnant are you?" he demanded. "Because if that's why you're marrying Shawn, you should know that the crime rate involving single mothers is steadily decreasing."

"No, nothing like that," Juliet assured him. She would have laughed except for his last sentence. Why was she marrying Shawn? "I'm just a little nervous."

"Nervous?" Lassiter repeated. "The woman who shot the machete from a psycho's hand in the middle of a thunderstorm is nervous about walking down an aisle?"

Juliet smiled despite her anxiousness. "That was different, I was trained for that," she explained with a sigh. "Nothing prepares you from making a huge life decision in front of hundreds of people you barely know."

Lassiter was quiet for a moment. "O'Hara, getting married isn't a major decision."

"It isn't?" Juliet asked, giving him a sideways glance.

He shook his head. "You made that decision when you accepted Shawn's proposal." His eyes narrowed to tiny blue-grey slits. "You did say yes, didn't you? This isn't a forced marriage is it?"

Juliet laughed- genuinely this time, not just to be polite. "I said yes," she affirmed. "I didn't even have to think about it." A lump began to start in her throat. "Oh God, I didn't even think about," Juliet realized, sliding down to rest on the hall carpet.

Carlton sighed and took a seat by the distressed woman. Who knew that he'd be convincing his best friend to marry one of the few people he hated in this world. Well, few was pushing it, but he really didn't approve of Shawn. "Well, think about it know," he instructed.

"Now?" Juliet asked unsurely. "I'm supposed to be getting married in five minutes, I really don't think I have time this." She took in a shaky breath. "Maybe I should just postpone-"

"Just think about it," Lassiter repeated firmly. "Do you want to get married?"

Juliet blinked, slightly stunned by the sudden interrogation. "Yes, but-"

"Good, now we know your parents didn't waste thousands of dollars," he interrupted, not realizing how callous he sounded. "Do you want to get married to Shawn?"

"I think so, I mean..." she began.

"Yes or no?"

Juliet looked down at her hands, ashamed. "I don't know," she said again, finally breaking down in tears. "I don't know what I want!" she practically yelled. "I wanna get married. I want to run away. I want to crawl under a damn rock until things start making sense?" Juliet ran her fingers through her hair, mussing the perfect blonde curls her hairdresser had been so proud of. "God, why isn't this easier?"

"Shh," Lassiter tried to comfort her. He'd never seen his partner so emotional, and frankly, he had no idea what to do with it. Carlton wasn't exactly a very empathetic person, and he was terrible with women. "Do... do you love Shawn?" he asked softly.

"More than anything," Juliet responded without hesitation. "I- I just don't know if he's marriage material." She felt like a hypocrite saying it. After all, Shawn wasn't the one having second thoughts. "He's immature, he doesn't take anything serious, and he hasn't stuck with anything in his entire life!"

Lassiter reached for Juliet's hand, giving it an awkward pat. He looked up at her, knowing exactly what she needed to hear; what Victoria had needed to know on their wedding day.

Without a word, Lassiter stood up, offering Juliet his hand to do the same. Juliet pulled herself up, puzzled at his silence.

Lassiter just smiled in reply and pulled her into a light hug. After a few seconds, he spoke. Four words. "He stuck with you."

Before Juliet could respond, Lassiter had pulled away and turned to leave. She smiled as she watched him depart. Suddenly, all of her fears seemed so trivial. If Shawn wasn't worried, why should she be? He knew everything would be alright. He was psychic after all.