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Juliet tapped her pencil on her desk anxiously, checking her watch nervously only to see it was just ten seconds after she'd checked it the last time. The obnoxious action was drawing annoyed glares from her co-workers, but she didn't notice nor care; her thoughts were elsewhere.

"Come on, O'Hara. We've got a crime scene to go to," Lassiter announced. "Accident at the intersection of East Ortega and Anacapa."

Juliet stopped filling out paperwork immediately and turned a confused look to her partner. "Wait, what? We're being pulled off of investigating a crime syndicate for a car crash?" The detective was shocked that her partner would stray from such a high profile case because of an everyday occurrence.

Lassiter held her gaze meaningfully. "One of the cars involved is a bright blue Echo registered to Central Coast Pharmaceuticals." Juliet gasped, the weight of his words crushing her. "The driver is missing."

The blond detective put her face in her hands as the memory hit her like a freight train. Her partner's words had started a horrible chain of events that she was currently caught in the middle of.

Juliet dropped her pencil and stood up out of her chair. She made her way towards the front of the station, intent on getting some fresh air.

"Come on, Shawn! Answer the phone. Please answer the phone," Juliet begged her boyfriend under her breath, the receiver of her cell phone pressed hard against her ear in anticipation. The phone rang five times before going to voicemail.

"Hello. You have reached Shawn Spencer; head Psychic Investigator at the SBPD, founder of the Psych Detective Agency, and taco aficionado. I am most likely working on a very secret, very dangerous, very important case right now, so I can't come to the phone. Please leave a message—or don't, I'll know why you're calling anyways."

Juliet repressed the urge to curse. Worry was eating at her; she could only think of two people who could be driving that car. "Shawn, it's Juliet. Please, just call me back as soon as you get this message. It's important." With that she snapped her phone shut.

From the driver's seat, Lassiter opened his mouth and then shut it again quickly. He couldn't think of any sufficient words of comfort to offer his partner.

Both detectives jumped out of the car once they arrived at the crash site. It was all Juliet could do to keep herself from sprinting to the demolished, little, blue car in the middle of the intersection.

The first thing that hit Lassiter was the fact that the Echo was the only car present.

"Looks like a hit and run," He observed to his partner.

Juliet nodded her agreement distractedly as she made her way to the driver's window. She felt bile rise in her throat when she saw the fair amount of blood that stained the seat of the car.

"Oh God," A new, familiar voice from behind her caused Juliet to spin around. Her heart rose a tiny bit in her chest when she saw her boyfriend, Shawn Spencer, standing in the middle of the road looking distraught but unharmed.

"Shawn! Thank God you're okay," She told him genuinely, though she was wary of her partner standing nearby. To her knowledge Lassiter had yet to learn of her relationship with the Psychic.

Her boyfriend turned worried eyes to her. "Where is he? Is he okay?"

Juliet didn't have to ask, she knew who Shawn was referring to.

"I don't know, Shawn. He's not here, I'm sorry," She said sadly.

Shawn's eyes flew around the intersection, seemingly taking in the entire scene in an instant. "I...I heard about the accident on the scanner and he wouldn't answer his phone…" His face blanched as a horrible realization hit him. "Oh, God. He isn't here, is he? Gus has been kidnapped!"

Juliet sighed heavily as she thought of the terrible toll that Gus's disappearance had been taking on Shawn. He hadn't been himself—a fact that scared her more than any criminal ever had. Juliet had never seen Shawn so downtrodden and miserable. He had stayed with the detectives throughout their investigation at the crime scene and returned with them to the station, pouring over the notes they had taken with an uncharacteristic focus. When Lassiter asked him if he knew who would want to kidnap his best friend, Shawn shook his head in denial.

Lassiter had left him alone, suspicious that the psychic knew more than he was letting on, but unwilling to push Shawn further while he was in what can only be described as an unstable mood. However, Juliet, who knew Shawn much better than her partner did, didn't shy away so quickly. She hadn't missed the epiphanic look flash across her boyfriend's face, or the way that his grip on his cell phone tightened minutely. She knew Shawn well enough to know that he was hiding something. It worried her.

A commotion by the front office pulled Juliet back to the present.

"It's important…I have to see them," A frantic voice was pleading with McNab. The officer's large frame was blocking the man speaking.

"I'm going to get them right now. Don't worry," Buzz told the man.

McNab turned back to the body of the station, allowing Juliet to see source of the voice. Her heart seemed to stop in her chest.

"Oh my God."

The man's eyes snapped open and landed on her.

"Gus?" Indeed it was Burton Guster standing before Juliet, though he didn't seem to recognize the name.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Gus asked her genuinely after a moment, clearly unnerved by her stare. Juliet felt worry seep into her consciousness. Gus didn't seem to recognize her at all.

"Yes, Gus. It's me, Juliet. You know, Juliet O'Hara." Gus's eyes brightened slightly at her name.

Then another horrible realization hit the detective. Panic started to rise within her. She knew how Gus had managed to escape his captors.

"Listen to me, Shawn. You have to be careful. It won't do Gus any good for you to go out and do something stupid that gets you killed." Juliet told Shawn firmly. The couple was standing in an interrogation room in the downstairs of the police station.

"Come on, Jules! You know me. I'm one of those straight shooting, by the book types. You have nothing to worry about," Shawn insisted, grabbing his girlfriend's hand and shooting her a megawatt smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Juliet yanked her hand away. "Very funny, Shawn. But I'm being serious. I know you, and if you go out and do something inherently-Shawn-like, you're going to get yourself killed. These guys could be dangerous! We don't even know who we're dealing with-" The detective saw a flash of guilt pass over Shawn's face. "Oh my God. You know who has him, don't you?"

"Of course not," He assured her weakly.

Juliet put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips. "Shawn…" She warned.

Shawn sighed and threw his hands in the air. "Okay, fine! Imaythink that itmight have a little, tiny bit to do with the crime syndicate you and Lassie are investigating."

The detective's mouth dropped open. "Are you serious?"

Shawn shrugged sheepishly. "It's a working theory…"

Juliet groaned loudly before pinching the bridge of her nose and breathing deeply. Sometimes it seemed like her boyfriend went out of his way to stress her out. "Shawn, if you're right and the crime syndicate is behind this, you have absolutely no idea what you are getting yourself into."

A flash of annoyance crossed Shawn's face. It vanished quickly and was replaced by a steely, determined stare. "Actually, I think I do. Maybe you've forgotten, but they kidnapped my best friend."

"I know, Shawn, but—"

"You know, you and Lassie always seem to have this need to baby me. It's like you guys feel like you have to protect me."

"No, Shawn—"

"I'm not an idiot, you know. Why am I never able to prove myself to you?"

"Shawn—"

"I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself."

"Please, Shawn—"

"I could probably even get to the bottom of this stupid syndicate without a single scratch—"

"Damn it, Shawn!" Juliet cried, cutting Shawn off mid-rant. Her level of desperate hysteria had been growing with each interjection, and now her eyes were filled with unshed tears. "Forget about your stupid pride for one second! This is not about you!" She practically screamed at the shell-shocked psychic. "This is about me, okay? You want me to admit it? Fine. I'm being selfish."

Shawn looked at his girlfriend in bewilderment. "What are you talking about?"

"You can't do anything stupid because I'm terrified that something will happen to you. I don't think that I could handle it if you…if anything happened…" Juliet trailed off, desperately fighting the tears that threatened to spill out of her eyes.

Shawn hesitated a moment and then sighed, pulling his girlfriend into his arms. "You're right, Jules. I'm sorry. I'll be careful. I'll stay away from the syndicate."

Juliet's only response was a choked sob as she allowed herself to relax in Shawn's arms, her thoughts straying back to the terror she felt when she first saw the totaled blueberry.

"I'll stay safe, Jules. I promise."

"Oh my God," Juliet whispered under her breath as she realized that Shawn had lied.

"Wait," Gus was saying, "You're Detective O'Hara?"

Juliet nodded. "Yes."

"I've got a message for you from Shawn Spencer."

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