This is a response to a challenge made by Nyxelestia. I would put her challenge here, but that could spoil the plot for those of you that don't want it spoiled. If you would like to see the challenge, it can be found at the bottom of chapter 4 of Nyxelestia's story "Helpless But Not Alone".

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych, or any of its characters. I do own the plot line, and any characters I make up. Also, I will not be posting this story anywhere but Fanfiction (Dot) Net.

Juliet whistled along with the radio as she drove to work. She had just had a wonderful weekend, and was now driving in to work. She had the weekend off and, for the first time in years, she didn't get called into work once. She spent Saturday at her apartment relaxing, and went shopping on Sunday – something she loved to do but never had time for. She smiled, thinking about how it was going to be a great week.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her cell phone ringing. "Hello?" she answered cheerily, keeping her eye on the road.

"O'Hara, where are you?" asked Lassiter urgently on the phone. Juliet knew that Lassiter wasn't a particularly friendly person, but when he was this curt something was definitely wrong.

"I'm on Nineteenth," she said, now sounding more alert and tightening her grip on the steering wheel.

"I need you to get on the interstate," he commanded, "We've got a drug dealer."

"The one we've been after all week?" Juliet asked, turning her car around and driving towards the interstate."

"Yeah, we found him, but he's escaping. We had a car chasing him but he shot the tires, so be aware of the fact that he has a gun."

"Got it," Juliet said, fully switching into cop mode. She flipped the switch inside the unmarked police car, turning on the sirens. Other cars pulled over as she quickly drove over to the interstate.

"Detective O'Hara in pursuit of a drug dealer on I19, requesting backup," she said into the police radio in her car. She received a response that backup would be provided as soon as possible. The radio voice then gave her a description of the vehicle she was looking for, which she immediately identified as the one right in front of her. The vehicle was nothing special, just a generic brown Sudan, but the thing that made Juliet think it was the dealer was the fact that he started going faster as soon as he heard her sirens.

Juliet rolled down her window and stuck her head out. "Pull the vehicle over!" she yelled. The dealer just sped up, trying to get away. Juliet sped up as well, deciding that she needed that backup immediately. The man turned around and stuck his head out the window and looked back at Juliet, causing his car to swerve out of control. He pulled out a gun and aimed it right at Juliet's head. Juliet gasped and slumped down in her seat, trying to let as little of her head show as possible. She heard two gunshots go through the windshield, cracking the glass. When she looked back up she could barely see through the shattered windshield. There were two more gunshots, and her car suddenly spun out of control. She didn't scream, she focused on assuming a position that might help her if she crashed. And she did.

Her head hit the dashboard. Hard. She could still move, but every breath she took brought on excruciating pain to her head. She felt dizzy, and looking down to see the dashboard dripping with her own blood didn't help the feeling. She staggered out of the car, the light of the outside world causing her head even more pain. She saw police cars driving with their sirens on up to the scene. Must have been the backup she called for, arriving just a moment too late.

Juliet walked slowly closer to them, wincing in pain. She still had no idea what she looked like, but she wasn't about to feel her head to see what the damage was. She was too scared that what she felt might make her sick. The backup she had requested had, thank goodness, brought a paramedic car along with them. They all gasped as they saw Juliet.

She was about to call out something to them, but her knees suddenly gave in and she collapsed onto the road. Her vision blurred, the last think she saw were the paramedics rushing to her aid before she slipped into unconsciousness.

Sorry if it's a little short. I experimented with this chapter a lot.

Originally I had a much more humorous chapter where Lassie is stuck in traffic and almost crashes into a car, but swerves out of the way. Only to find that he has swerved into the path of another car, but he gets out of the way of that one, too. Then he arrives at the police station and witnesses some thug throw a cinder block at Juliet's head... So Juliet was going to get hit in the head either way.

Speaking of humor, this chapter had none, but future ones will have more.

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