AN: Hey Psychos! It's time for another psych over! Sorry for not saying it, but the first chapter was from Truer Lies. This one is gonna be the first scene of Shawn gets the Yips. The scene from the cop bar shooting. Again, thanks to my partner in writing this series, pineapplegirl123. We're almost as good a team as Shawn and Gus, or Lassie and Jules! So, my fellow psychos, enjoy!

The SBPD team sat around a large table at the bar. They were all dressed in their SBPD softball outfits and they were eating a nice lunch, and celebrating Buzz McNab's birthday. Shawn grinned as the waitress sat a steaming plate of pizza chili cheese fries or the Shawn Spencer, as Shawn referred to them as, in front of him. He loved the dish, and always ordered them at least 6 times a week, so he felt strongly that they should be named after him. But Shawn could deal with the manager some other day, now it was time for the cake! A waiter came over carrying a large birthday cake with a few lit candles in it. The group collectively cheered and clapped as the cake neared. At the same time, a shady looking man entered the room bar. He was dressed in all black and had his hood up, as well as wearing dark sunglasses. His hand was tucked into his side pocket, he was gripping a gun. None of the police officers noticed the threat, since their attention was on the cake, and the birthday boy.

"Ha-" Gus began to sing, and everyone slowly joined in. The group burst into song and they sang "Happy Birthday", to Buzz. Everyone, even Lassiter seemed to be enjoying themselves…..at least then they were…

The last note of the song still hung in the air, when the creepy man at the entrance pulled his gun out of his pocket and pointed it towards the cop table. Shawn turned and caught a glimpse of the black pistol, and traced the aim to Lassiter.

"LASSIE! GUN!" Shawn pulled on Carlton's arm and showed him the hoodlum. The chaos in the room erupted. People screamed and the thug realized that he had been discovered. Lassiter reached down his thigh, and pulled a hand gun from a leg holster. He stood and faced the hood and three shots were fired. The thug shot two consecutive shots and Lassiter shot one straight at the man's head.

Shawn watched as the two bullets spun through the air, heading directly towards the head detective. Shawn took less than a second to stand quickly and dive in front of Lassiter and tackle him, just as the bullets came to them. The thug had taken his bullet just as Lassiter had shot it, straight in his head. He was dead before he hit the ground. Shawn and Lassiter both grunted in pain as they fell to the ground in a heap. Blood splattered on to the nearby chairs and floor. The two remained in a motionless pile on the ground.

The entire room was silent.

Juliet broke the silence as she dove to her partner's side. She rolled the large man off of his position on Shawn, and gasped as she saw a large spill of blood on his shirt front. "Carlton!" She gasped as she felt into his neck for a pulse. There was a strong steady pulse there. But, he seemed to be unconscious.

"O'Hara? What are you…" Lassiter woke and sat up, pushing away the other officers around him.

"You were shot….the blood…" Juliet started, puzzled by his apparent healthy state.

"no…all I did was hit my head on that stupid chair when that idiot pushed me over! I have no idea why there is blood on my shirt! It's not mine!" Lassiter gestured at there being no wound on his chest.

"well then who's….Oh my gosh! Shawn!" Juliet climbed over Lassiter and back to where the forgotten Shawn was still laying. A huge pool of blood was oozing out of the center of his uniform, and he was still unmoving.

"Shawn!?" Gus held back his urge to vomit, and knelt beside his fallen friend. Gus pressed his fingers into Shawn neck, hoping that he was not dead, as he appeared to be. There was a faint pulse, weak and spotty, but there. "Barely…" He looked up tearfully at Juliet and Lassiter.

"Somebody call an ambulance!" Juliet called in panic. Lassiter took hold of Shawn, and pulled him into his lap, trying to keep him elevated. He reached for his ever present suit jacket impulsively, to stop the bleeding, but it wasn't there. All of the officers were wearing their skimpy softball t-shirts and pants.

"I need some towels or something!" Carlton yelled at the crowd. A waiter ran to the back of the bar to a small rack of clean table rags. He tossed them to Lassiter. Lassiter tore open Shawn's shirt to examine the wound. "Oh…..this is not good…it's too near the heart….He might not make it if we can't get him to a hospital asap…" He rolled the small bundle of fabric into a tight ball, and pressed it tightly into Shawn's chest.

The sudden burst of pain aroused the much loved psychic detective in a terrified yelp.

"Shawn? Just stay still ok? You're going to be fine…It's going to be alright." Juliet held back her tears and grasped Shawn's weak hand. She had always cared for the coworker in a very close way, and she couldn't imagine her work life without him to hang around.

"Lassie? You ok? I couldn't let him shoot you…" Shawn gasped and let a cough, filled with blood rack his body. Shawn shook in feverish tremors and sweat poured from all over.

"Spencer, just stay put like O'Hara said! It's going to be fine! I just.." Lassiter tried to be comforting but was finding it difficult to hold it together.

"You're lying…" Shawn gave a small chuckle. "I can tell I'm not going to make it….Did you get him, Lassie?"

"Yeah…Spencer…I just…I want to say…thank you….I mean, you took a bullet for me! I can't say I would've done the same…."

"two, Lassie." Shawn groaned.

"Two? But…" Lassiter glanced around, puzzled, seeing only the one wound.

"remember he shot twice." Shawn weakly motioned towards his lower chest.

Lassiter glanced down to see a blood soaked portion of his own lap, and gingerly turned Shawn's body to see his back. Sure enough, there was another gaping hole on the lower side of his back.

"Oh my g….I need more towels NOW!" Lassiter roared as the blood dripped from the second wound.

"No, Lassie, don't freak out…It doesn't matter how many towels you soak with my blood…I'm not gonna make it…I can tell. Where's Gus?"

Gus patted Shawn shoulder awkwardly as he was openly crying. "I'm here…Shawn…Stop talking like that! You're going to..be..fine…"

"wow…that was the worst attempt at lying I think I've ever heard from you! It's okay buddy…You'll be fine without me….hey, guys…just tell my dad, that I died on the SBPD team okay? I mean we're a team right?" Shawn gave a weak smile and poked the logo on Lassiter's shirt. Wow…so this is the end….I thought we'd do this for years, buddy…you know get old and become grumpy old retired cops like my dad, annoy Lassie forever, get a whole bunch of puppies for the office, and die at 150, and we'd die laughing! But…I guess saving Lassie was a good thing too…so…" Shawn mumbled on and on. "Hey wait…Is Buzz's cake still good? 'cause I am really hungry…."

Buzz smiled down at Shawn, and gladly cut a big piece of his birthday cake for his friend. "Sure, Shawn. I'd be glad to let you have some of my cake!"

"Hey, you know me…gotta end on some kind of junk food!" Shawn laughed and smiled again as he stuck his fork into the chocolate cake, heavy with icing. He shoved the food in his mouth and grinned.

"where is that ambulance!?" Lassiter mumbled and cursed softly. Shawn was beginning to look very pale and it was obvious that he was dying.

"Oh come on Lassie….You know as well as I do that the hospital is like thirty miles away, and they are not going to get here in time. Let's just sit back and eat some cake." Shawn smiled with lips covered in green icing.

They sat for a few minutes, watching Shawn slowly nibble at the cake in front of him. He got steadily worse and the blood leaked quickly from his back and chest. He had become very pale, to the point of looking near white, and he continued to cough up blood. He finally grew to weak to eat any more cake, and he pushed it off of his lap. He began to quiver and have a seizure-like episode. Lassiter tightly grasped the dying detective and made sure that he didn't hurt himself more as he jerked around.

"Buzz, I hope you don't feel bad about it, but I'm just to tired to eat any more…I can't really do anything now…." Shawn slurred.
Buzz held back the tears that threatened to flow from his eyes. "No, Shawn. It's alright. You shouldn't eat to much anyway…"

"Hey…Happy Birthday man…." Shawn's eye lids were gaining weight, and his usual bright glow was dim. "Lassie, don't feel bad ok? I did what my instincts told me to do, and you couldn't have stopped me. It's not your fault. Now tell me that you're not going to blame yourself, ok? Do it!"

"Yes, Shawn. It was your half-cop's instincts and it's not my fault." Lassiter responded in with an assuring nod.
"Jules? Hey, don't cry! Don't miss me too much ok? Will you look after Gus for me? 'cause between you and me…I don't think he's gonna do very well…so just take care of him, and make sure he's ok…And I know there's been some tensions between us…so just know that I respect you as a cop, and my friend. And…well I love you…not in a creepy way…but in that you are a really good friend and I trust you…ok?"

"I care about you too, Shawn. And I think you're one of the best detectives that I've ever known. You're a really great guy and I'm really glad that I got to work with you…." Juliet cried.

"Gus? Buddy? Hey, stop crying and listen to me! I need you to tell Abigail that I'm really sorry about what happened, and that she's completely free. I don't mind who she goes with. Now, I need you to be strong for me buddy. I want you to keep up Psych, I don't know if the Chief will let you work any more cases with them, without me, but try to work on something, keep our legacy going! And if you can't, well don't just sell the place, ok? I really loved that place….and oh yeah…I just bought some $80 socks with your Nordstrom's card…so you should get the bill for that…well…I love you Gus…and thanks for being my friend…we're the best team ever!" Shawn was having difficulty forming the words, but he spit them out and gave a small smile. He formed his hand into a fist and with difficulty, he slowly raised it and was gifted with a final fist bump from his best friend.

"No, thank you. You're the best friend any guy could hope to have. You made my life a whole lot more fun and even though they were sometimes dangerous, you gave me a life filled with adventure and excitement. So I owe you…I love you, Shawn." Gus stuttered out, mid sob.

"Thanks…..I love you guys…." Shawn breathing slowed, and he murmured out his last words. His eyes fell closed, and he sank into darkness, still with a smile on his face.

Lassiter checked his pulse to be sure, but shook his head.

"You're a hero, Shawn Spencer. Thank you for saving my life." Carlton gently lifted Shawn from his lap, and rested him back on the floor. Then, the sirens became clear, and the emergency vehicles arrived, but they were too late. There was not a dry eye in the entire place. All of the cops cried for their fallen comrade, even Lassiter let a few tears fall for the man he had always hated, but still secretly admired. Gus and Juliet sobbed openly, and held each other in a tight hug. Juliet let go of Shawn's hand, which she had been holding on to ever since he had been shot. It fell softly to the ground.

The ambulance and police cars arrived, and the medics ran in, pulling along a portable gurney. The manager stopped them at the door. Chief Vick and several officers ran in and pushed to the back of the bar, where the SBPD table was.

"Oh my….no!" Karen stopped short when she saw the blood and crying officers. She knelt down next to Shawn and again felt for the inexistent pulse. "No…"

"The man was targeting our table, he shot twice at me, but Spencer dove in front of me. He took two bullets for me!" Lassiter still stared unbelieving at his blood soaked hands and the body in front of him. The ambulance crew were bringing a body bag and gurney back to them.

"Come on officers…let's get back to the station and sort this out…" Karen gently placed a hand on Juliet and Gus's quivering shoulders and led the group out of the bar. Everyone else was already cleared out, and the emergency workers glumly worked their way to the wreckage to Shawn's body. Even though most of them hadn't actually known Shawn, most of the law enforcement and emergency workers in the city at least knew of the amazing Psychic Detective. He had a reputation for being a brilliant and fun loving guy, who had earned the respect of every man and woman on the entire force of the Santa Barbara Police Department. Even a few officers of the ambulance crew shed a few tears to see the much loved man lying dead in a pool of blood, broken and lifeless. It was too much for anyone to fathom.

Later at the SPBD headquarters….

Gus, Carlton, and Juliet stood in a small circle with the Chief outside of her office. They all were still numb and shocked at the loss. Then, a loud booming voice rang out over all commotion in the station.

"Gus!? Thank goodness, you're here!" Henry ran to the group. He saw the blood on their outfits and gave a shocked look. "Oh my gosh! The blood! Are you guys ok? I heard about the shooting on the news, they said that there was somebody who was shot in the exchange! I've been worried sick! Wait…..where's Shawn?"

They all hung their heads and held back the ever present tears. "Henry…" Karen began.

"No…he's the cop that was shot! Where is he? Hospital? How bad was it? They said they couldn't release any information…why did no one call me!?" Henry yelled at the group.

"Henry," Lassiter grabbed his arm. "There was a perp who entered the bar, full dark shady outfit and shades. No one noticed him, since we were all celebrating McNab's birthday…He was standing at the front of the bar, and pulled his gun, pointed straight at me, and our table. Shawn alerted me, and I pulled my own weapon. Shots were exchanged. He shot twice, both straight towards me. I shot back once. I hit him in the head. Shawn saw the bullets coming straight for me. He dived in front of me, and pushed me out of the way…He took both bullets for me. One in the chest, near his heart, the other in the lower back. He held on for about ten minutes, but he never had a chance. There was too much blood, and Woody says that the first was too close to the heart for him to have survived. We were very far from the nearest hospital, and we knew that they weren't going to make it in time. He laughed and insisted on having a piece of birthday cake before he….well….He said to tell you that he 'died on the team of the SBPD, after all, we were a team then'…he pointed out that we were still in our sports outfits. He joked around and spoke for a while..then he told me to not blame myself and his last words were.. 'I love you guys'. Henry, your son is a hero…he saved my life!" Lassiter allowed another tear to penetrate his gaze.

"No….Shawn….you always had to be the brave guy…I think I need to sit down…" Dobson grabbed a nearby chair and helped the grieving father sit down. "He's dead…I can't believe he's actually dead…not Shawn…died eating cake…wow…"

"Shawn was right Henry. He died a cop. He did what a real officer would've done. He was the best detective I've ever known, and I plan to treat him as such." Karen assured Henry. "I'm ordering for their to be a full dress funeral, just as there would be for a police officer fallen on duty. You're son was a true police officer, whether we treated him as such in real life or not. I am truly sorry for your loss, Henry, and Shawn will be deeply missed. The SBPD is in mourning, over the loss of our most loved friend and coworker."

One week later…

Sure enough, the Chief kept her word and a full funeral was given by the city, to Shawn Spencer. The large chapel was lined with all of the officers of the SBPD, in full uniform, each with a black stripe over their badge. Gus summoned his three friends from his college acapella group and they sang during the memorial service. Many clients from past cases spoke about their experiences working with Shawn, as well as their gratitude for the things he had accomplished. Chief Vick gave a speech, dedicating a special monument to be placed in front of the station, to Shawn, and honoring his work for the police. Several officers spoke, sharing their pride and admiration to the young detective. Buzz gave a teary remembrance of how Shawn had saved his life, and given him the Little-Boy-Cat, that was really a girl. Juliet spoke of how much she had enjoyed working with him, and the sorrow that filled every peace officers heart that day. Gus gave a very sad speech, telling of how Shawn had been the best friend possible, and how much he had loved Shawn. Henry spoke a few words about how his son had eventually followed in his foot steps, and become the best detective the city had ever know. Finally, Carlton Lassiter stood up and gave a heartfelt remembrance to the fallen friend. He spoke of how much he had secretly admired him, and how grateful he was that Shawn had sacrificed himself for him.

Finally, the casket, draped in an American flag, was carried out be a flank of uniformed officers. It was carried out to the nearby burial ground. The casket was placed above Shawn's grave and a line of nearby officers armed with rifles, performed a traditional twenty one gun salute. The flag was taken and folded. It was placed in Henry's arms, by a sympathetic officer. Inside the casket, Shawn was dressed in a typical plaid shirt and his favorite pair of jeans. With him was a neatly folded US flag, and a flag from the state of California. A small pineapple was placed in between the flags. The casket was gently lowered into the ground, as an other officer played taps over the grave. All of the officers present gave a firm salute to the half mast flag that hung over Shawn's grave. The hole was covered and the gravestone was revealed. It was a tall slick black monument that had a pineapple engraved in the top of it. It read, "Shawn Henry Spencer Beloved Friend, Son, Coworker, and Psychic Detective" There was even a small notice on the bottom that read, "Co-owner, Creator, and Manager of Psych". The procession was led slowly away from the somber grave, and the family bade a teary goodbye to their treasured son, friend, best friend, and coworker. The SBPD family, and the City of Santa Barbara was in mourning for a wonderful fallen friend. Shawn Spencer would be missed by many.

The End.

AN: Hey…sorry it was a sad one…but they can't all end the same way! And just to note, I did my research on the funeral thing. And I put it every thing that I found to be a traditional practice of funerals for fallen peace officers. This was a sad one, but I was just carried away in my work...oh well…Thanks for reading, and again, if you haven't already, check pineapplegirl123's story too! We're writing this together! Thanks! More coming soon!