Hey everyone! Sorry for the long no updating time. We have some drama going on at home and things have been really stressful lately :P I'm sorry for the short chapter. Hope you like it though!
Santa Barbara: December 23, 2012
"And the door was open?" Shawn sighed and answered the question again.
"Yes, we came home and the door was open." Shawn glanced over towards Juliet. She was standing with Carlton Lassiter, and Chief Karen Vick. It was now close to seven o'clock, and the sky was almost fully black. Juliet was huddled in her jacket, not because of the cold, but because of her chills. She hadn't stopped shaking since they'd found the house in its state.
"And you don't know who did it?" Shawn frowned and resisted the urge to snap at the man. If I knew who did this, I would have called you. What kind of cop are you? An Idiot one. Do you know who my fiancée is? She's your superior, that's who. Shawn gave a fake smile and spoke calmly, "No," he gritted his teeth as the rookie cop nodded. "Can I go?"
"No sir, I'm going to have to ask you a few more questions." The rookie fumbled around for a pen. Shawn stared in disbelief as he spotted the pen in the man's front pocket. Without meaning to Shawn barked, "The freaking pen is right here!" he grabbed the pen from the pocket and shoved into the man's hand. "Can you hurry up?"
"Shawn, sweetie, calm down," Juliet appeared at his side. She hooked her arm through his and shot the officer an apologizing glance. "I'm sorry, he's a little worked up." She placed her head on his shoulder.
"No problem Detective. I understand, it's hard and stressful after something like this happens." The man smiled at Juliet.
"Where's Buzz? Why can't I talk to him?" Shawn turned to Juliet.
"Shawn, we've been over this. Buzz is with Francine, they just had a baby, and he took some time off." Juliet reminded Shawn. Buzz and his wife Francine had just welcomed little Aailah Mavis McNabb into the world, just last week.
"I get Francine going on maternity leave, but I didn't know dad's got 'em to." Shawn said with a pout. Juliet rolled her eyes, thanked the officer for his time and she pulled Shawn over to Lassiter and Vick.
"Are you both alright?" Vick asked. Shawn nodded and wrapped an arm around Juliet's shoulder.
"I'm fine, tired as hell though." He said looking into the hallway. In the house you could hear officer's talking, gathering evidence and doing their job.
"Well, you'll need to find somewhere to stay tonight." Lassiter told them.
"No duh Lassie," was Shawn's response. Juliet didn't have the mind to scold him; they were both tired, and annoyed. She was no better than her fiancé. She just wanted to grab said man, climb into a warm bed, and sleep the night away.
"I'm trying to help Spencer," Lassiter growled.
"Well, what a way to not help." Shawn shot back. Before Lassiter could reply, Vick stepped in.
"Can you stay with Guster? Or you parents?" she asked Shawn.
"No and no,"
"Why not?" Juliet scooted closer to Shawn, placing her head on his shoulder and nuzzling her nose into his neck.
"Gus is with his parents on a family vacation thing. And staying with my parent's is just out of the question." Shawn shook his head. Juliet's arm wrapped around his waist and she let her eyes close. She closed off all of the others noises. The police lights dimmed, the voices all disappeared. All she could hear was her own, and Shawn's breathing.
She could no longer feel the biting wind; she couldn't even feel her feet pressed on the ground. All she could feel was Shawn's body going up and down with his breathing. She suddenly felt light headed. Before she knew it, air was rushing past her and Shawn grabbed her before she was able to hit the ground.
"Jules? Juliet!" he screamed grabbing onto her.
"O'Hara?" Lassiter bent down next to Shawn who clutching Juliet in his arms.
"Get a paramedic over here! O'Hara can you hear me?"
"Jules? Come on baby," Shawn felt for a pulse and he almost sighed in relief when he felt a strong, beating pulse. Juliet's head slumped towards Shawn's chest. "Jules? Can hear me? Come on sweetie, please." He shook her lightly but she didn't stir. He looked up pleadingly at Vick who was signaling a paramedic over.
"What happened?" Lassiter moved out of the way to the paramedic could examine Juliet. "She just fainted," Shawn said not letting go of Juliet.
"It's probably just shock." He said with a slight nod. "Did she hit her head?"
"No, he caught her before she could." Vick responded for Shawn.
"Okay, we're going to take her to the hospital, just to get her checked out." With Lassiter's help, Shawn stood up, carrying Juliet bridal style over to the ambulance. He laid her gently onto the stretcher, being careful not to shake her head.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"He's her fiancé," Lassiter said quickly, noticing the annoyed, angered look in Shawn's eyes.
"Oh." The paramedic seemed disappointed. "How long until the wedding?" he asked Shawn, getting Juliet into the truck.
"A few weeks," Shawn mumbled keeping a tight hold on Juliet's hand.
"Cool," the paramedic knocked on the window, signaling the okay to go. The doors were shut, and soon the truck was on its way to the hospital. The two men stayed silent, the paramedic doing his work while Shawn kept a close eye on Juliet. The paramedic was about to speak but a moan came from Juliet's mouth, as her eyes flickered open.
"Jules?" Shawn kissed Juliet's hand.
"Can you tell me your name?" Juliet's head turned towards the new voice.
"What?"
"What's your name?"
"Juliet O'Hara," Juliet said gripping Shawn's hand.
"My name is Sam Moore; do you know where you are?" Sam leaned over, looking into Juliet's eyes. A sudden spark of jealousy ignited in Shawn, he put one of his hands on Juliet's knee, momentarily distracting her. "In an ambulance?" She guessed.
"Correct. Can you tell me who this man is?" Juliet turned back to Shawn who let a small smile out.
Juliet grinned, "This is Shawn Spencer, my fiancé and the love of my life." Shawn chuckled and stroked her forehead lovingly. "What happened?" she questioned Shawn.
"I don't know." Shawn sat on the bench behind him. "One moment you were leaning against me, then you just fell." He took a deep breath. "You scared the crap out of me Jules," he confessed.
"I'm sorry," Shawn nodded. "I think I figured out where we're staying tonight," she joked.
"What do you think Moore?" Shawn kept his eyes locked with Juliet's.
"I think she was probably just tired, plus the shock which caused her to faint. I also think she'll be just fine." Moore smiled.
"Then can we just rent a room? So I can sleep?" she begged Shawn.
"Once you're checked out Jules, I just want to be safe." Shawn swept the hair away from Juliet's face.
"They may keep her overnight, just to be sure." Moore informed them. Shawn nodded and kept stroking her hair.
PsychPsychPsych
I'm Starting With The Man In
The Mirror
I'm Asking Him To Change
His Ways
And No Message Could Have
Been Any Clearer
Shawn turned off the radio in the room and checked to make sure Juliet was still asleep. Moore had been right; they wanted to keep Juliet overnight just to make sure she was okay. Gus had just left, along with Lassiter and Vick, they all were going to go over Psych case files and any cases Juliet had been in on.
Shawn sat down in the metal chair, and took Juliet's warm hand in his own. She sighed softly on the bed, turning in Shawn's direction. She had a tube in her hand and a pulse reader on her finger. He resisted the urge to climb into bed with her; he knew it would help them both sleep better. But it was probably frowned upon by the hospital. Since when have you cared what others thought? A voice said.
Shawn looked around; no one was in the room. He frowned and continued to keep a watchful eye on Juliet. Can you hear me? That voice… it sounded familiar, but he just couldn't place it. Soon, his eyelids felt heavy, and they drifted close. Plunging him into a dream.
Santa Barbara: August 11, 1982
"Mommy?" Shawn looked up at Maddie. Maddie put her book down and eyed her five year old son.
"Yes?"
"Can I go outside?" he asked hopefully.
"No, sweetie." Maddie began to read her book again. Shawn crossed the room and stood in between his mom's legs. "Why not?" he tapped her arm. Maddie sighed and put the book down; she picked him up and carried him up the stairs. "You're sick Goose,"
"So?" Maddie sat him down on his bed. She checked his temperature; sure enough he was running a fever. Shawn's brown hair was sticking to his head with sweat, and his face was flushed pink. "You can get even sicker, or you can get other people sick. Arms up." Shawn obeyed and raised his arms up. Maddie changed his shirt and helped him get comfortable in bed.
"Jonah can play," Shawn yawned.
"Jonah isn't sick," Maddie opened the window.
"At least not yet." Maddie turned as Jonah walked into the room. "How you doin twerp?" Shawn frowned.
"Jonah…." Maddie warned, hands on her hips.
"What? I like him, he knows that." Jonah walked over and sat on the bed by Shawn's feet.
"No you don't." Shawn pulled the covers above his head. Jonah rolled his eyes and turned to his mom. "Anyways, can I go to Danny's house?"
"Yes." Maddie said happy to get him out of the house.
"Yess!" Jonah cheered.
"Not fair!" Shawn protested.
"Shut up!" Jonah told him getting off of the bed.
"Jonah!" Maddie snapped and Jonah ran out of the room. Shawn uncovered his face and looked longingly outside. "You can play when you're better." Maddie stroked his cheek.
"Promise?"
"I promise."
Santa Barbara: December 24, 2012
Shawn jumped up and looked around quickly. He heard noises coming from outside. He looked out the door as a man was wheeled by on a stretcher. Shawn dragged his eyes back to Juliet who was peacefully sleeping, her hand clutching his. Shawn focused on her face and tried to slow down his breathing. Jonah… god he'd forgotten all about him. Thanks baby bro, I love you to. The voice. It was back. This time Shawn recognized it as Jonah's.
"No, no, no, noo." Shawn moaned gripping his head with both hands. His moans and sudden releasing of Juliet's hand woke her up.
"Shawn?" she looked at him sleepily.
"No, no, no." he said over and over again.
"Shawn? What's wrong?" Juliet sat up.
"Not him, it can't be."
"Can't be who?" When Juliet touched his head Shawn jumped out of the chair, his eyes wild and his breathing quick. "Shawn?"
"I-I-I- Its nothing Jules," Shawn closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. When he was calmer, he walked back over to Juliet and kissed her forehead. "I'll check in with you in a bit," he said pulling away.
"Shawn…" Juliet protested grabbing his shirt.
"I just have to go talk to my parents, that's all. I'll be back." He gave a final kiss to her lips and to her hand before he walked out of the room. Why was this happing now? After all of these years… no. Jonah was dead. Jonah is dead. There's no way that voice is his and the dream was just a flashback. Jonah was gone, and that was that.
PsychPsychPsych
The man stumbled down the road. His eyes wild with fear, and his hair at odd angles. He grabbed onto a mailbox and steadied himself. He couldn't believe how much things had changed. It was amazing. To see the moon again, the cold air. The man moved from the box and made it a few feet before falling onto the ground. His head landed on a newspaper. He lifted his head and shook the paper off. The Heading caught his eye: Psychic Shawn Spencer Solves Another Case For SBPD
Shawn Spencer? SBPD? That's where he had to go. He had to find Shawn, and make it the SBPD. He needed help.
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