AN- I've found that this makes much more sense if you've actually seen the Promo... just a little tip...
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INT. We find Shawn and Lassiter sitting in interrogation. Shawn is hooked up to a polygraph machine, with Lassiter running the exam. Gus and Juliet are standing behind Lassiter, and Henry and the Chief soon walk in.
"Look Lassie, we both know what this is about, this is about me and Juliet-"
"Answer only my questions please-"
"-Yes, we're together, you hate it, I get it,-"
"Spencer-"
"But I- I can't help it man,-"
"Spencer-"
"-I've been fighting this thing for years-"
"Spencer-"
"It's not just gonna go away-"
"Spencer, stop!"
"You're just gonna have to deal with the fact that I love her, okay?"
The room is silent but for the scratching of the polygraph's needle and the steady beep of the machine keeping time with Shawn's heart.
Pulse- normal.
Heart rate- steady.
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"Shawn?"
He stares blankly ahead. He has not responded to anyone since the… ordeal… this afternoon.
"Shawn, honey, please look at me."
He vaguely registers the voice of his girlfriend, practically begging him to give her a sign that he hasn't gone comatose. Briefly, he flicks his eyes to meet hers, but the sadness, the worry, the fear that he sees there only serves to strengthen his resolve. He will not hurt her again.
He is startled by a sigh of relief. He remembers that he wasn't supposed to be responding to anyone. He has to shut them out… all of them. It's only a matter of time before someone comes to arrest him… for all he knows, that could be the reason his girlfriend is here in the first place, and he will not drag anyone down with him.
"Sweetheart, can you please just talk to me? Tell me what's wrong?"
How can she not know? He said he loved her, in front of everyone… the chief, Lassiter… She could lose her job over this! And as if that weren't enough… he promptly proceeded to tell a blatant lie. He has beaten a polygraph before, more than once, in fact. He has never, however, lied so terribly to everyone he loves… to his family.
His father, of course, knows his secret, as does his lifelong partner in crime. He knows the chief had her suspicions, but he always got the feeling that she just didn't want to know. And Jules? Oh god… just the thought of how upset she would be was enough to make his stomach wretch. Damn Lassiter. He had begun to think of the man as a friend, as annoying and angry and insensitive as he could be, but this… This was crossing a line. Lassiter had gone too far, and he didn't think he could forgive him.
Completing his mental tangent, he became aware of Juliet's voice. Calm on the surface, but almost frantic to anyone choosing to listen. Raising his eyes once again, he found that he was alone. Her voice… that wonderful, beautiful voice… was coming from the kitchen. She was probably on the phone. Maybe with Lassiter. Maybe there was a new case. They had only solved a murder today… no big deal, they could take on another case. Who needs a break? It's not like she was overworked or anything. It's not like Shawn would be able to tell if she were…
Listening to the conversation, he concluded that she was probably not on the phone with her partner… She would never use such a tone with him in the first place. She would never show him weakness. But then who…
"I just don't know what to do, Gus!"
Ah, problem solved. Why was she talking to Gus? What didn't she know what to do with? Why didn't she… Oh, right.
Why was she so concerned?
He had lied.
He said he was psychic while hooked up to a polygraph machine. He said he loved her. His Jules should be over the moon, and yet…
This Jules sounded like her entire world was falling apart.
He couldn't hurt her like this… He couldn't hurt her at all.
"Jules?"
"Oh Shawn, thank God."
