Shawn Spencer leaned in on his motorcycle preparing for a wheelie. Despite Juliet's warnings about doing dangerous things on his bike, Shawn couldn't help himself. He preformed the trick perfectly, riding on only his back wheel for about 3 seconds. The highway was pretty much empty, so Shawn could do whatever he wanted without worrying about hitting other people. He did another wheelie, loving the leisure of being out on the open road. The 3rd time he wasn't so lucky. Leaning a little too far, Shawn flipped backwards feeling his helmet crack as his head hit the cement. If that wasn't enough already, Shawn rolled once more, feeling his leg bend under him at an awkward angle. His one thought before the pain and blackness overtook him was, 'I should probably tell Jules I might be late for dinner.'
Carlton Lassiter looked up as the phone rang. He soon realized it wasn't his, but his partener's. A little bored of paperwork, he watched O'Hara answer the phone. Carlton could tell by the way she gasped and put her hand over her
mouth, that the news wasn't good.