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*dies*
Juliet O' Hara was not the type to break down.
That being said, she wasn't the type who particularly enjoyed watching people get shot.
Especially when said person she was in love with, and was currently being operated on, with little to none possibility to live.
But, still, there was always hope that kept people from collapsing, right?
So the blonde detective clung to it.
She tightened her grip on the thin, breakable shard of hope when she saw Carlton Lassiter break, yet another coffee mug in the cramped waiting room.
Juliet felt her fingernails being pressed even harder into her palm, when she saw Gus with his head in his hands and Henry demanding answer's from a grim looking nurse.
"How did we get here?" Juliet let herself ponder.
Yin.
They finally found Yin, but that bastard wouldn't go down without a fight.
Gus, Shawn, Carlton, and Juliet managed to corner that son of a bitch in a deserted warehouse, but they didnt notice the gun when they began cuffing him.
Not until he fired.
There was too much blood, way too much, Juliet and Gus tried to stop the flow, but it wasn't any help.
When Shawn began blurting out random 80s trivia, she felt her forehead crease even more, and when he told her and Gus that he loved them, but in two completely different ways, she almost broke down.
The key word being almost.
When he finally told her and the SuperSniffer to play Whitesnake at his funeral, she was even closer so losing it.
Even more so when he passed out on the dusty linoleum floor.
Det. O' Hara was broke out of her trance when a doctor dragged his feet into the dismal room, who usually seemed so cheerful, let out the seven words she never wanted to hear in cracked syllables, she finally had to let go of the tiny thread of hope she had left.
"I'm so sorry, he didn't make it."
Lassiter cursed, Gus fell to the floor, Chief Vick let out a choked sob and Henry cracked his fist against a nearby wood table.
As for Juliet, she simply stared blankly at the sickly yellow wall opposite her.
The wall of resistance to emotion she built already started crumbling when the doctor continued to explain what happened.
It started breaking down even more when Gus let out a small sob.
Then the wall finally crashed, when she noticed a small pineapple figurine on a wooden shelf.
It was over, it was actually, really, over
Shawn would never bicker with Gus over shotgun rules.
Shawn would never annoy the hell out of Lassiter.
Most importantly, she'd never get the chance to tell Shawn he was more of a prize than she could ever be.