Shawn finally drifted close to sleep again, when his phone rang to wake him from his almost-dream.

"'lo?"

"Shawn, it's Juliet. We need you."

"'Jules, I'm sick," came the scratchy voice. Shawn heard birds in the background. "Where are you?"

"We're driving through the mountains. We really need you, so hopefully we don't lose the call."

"Listen, Spencer," Lassiter demanded, as he drove toward the "Yang scape an need help find again."

Yang escaped? That explains a lot. "Lassie, put Jules back on. She's nicer and makes more sense."

"Shawn, just get down here!"

"Sorry, Jules, but I can't! You'll have to come get me."

"Spencer-"

"Carlton," Juliet interrupted, "I got it."

Henry woke Shawn up what seemed mere seconds later. "Detective O'Hara's here."

Shawn put a pillow over his face and mumbled, "Go away, evil one. I will defeat you!"

Henry lifted Shawn off the couch and set him on his feet.

"Wow, Dad. I can see you still got that cop strength," Shawn uttered as he was set on the floor.

Juliet came into the living room to help.

After Juliet got Shawn to her car, and got buckled in, they finally headed to the station.

Shawn, of course, fell asleep again.

"I'll rescue you! Prince Shawn of Pineappleland is here!"

Juliet chuckled quietly as Shawn continued to talk in his sleep.

"I warned you Sir Man-Boobs and Sir Florist would turn on you, Princess!"

Juliet started laughing a little louder.

"Just throw me a pineapple; they give me strength! Thank you, Princess!"

Juliet laughed full on as Shawn started eating his shirt.

"Princess, I have climbed the dragon that forms the stairs. His name is pineapple, and I have tamed him with my awesomeness!"

Juliet began to laugh even harder... then he said something she didn't know why surprised her.

"I saved you, Princess! Now we'll go save Sir Guster from the evil one. Henrio will be stopped!"

She knew his relationship with his father was strained to say the least, but the 'evil one'?

"Princess Jules, we'll always have..."

Princess Jules? I'm the princess? Juliet didn't get to hear what happened next because they pulled up to the station.

"Shawn, wakey time," she said softly, gently shaking his shoulder.

When nothing happened, she tried again a little louder.

Nothing.

She shook him again, but that only caused his head to fall to her shoulder.

She sighed, unsure of what to do next.

Shawn continued to mumble his dream of Pineappleland.

Juliet shifted his head back onto the headrest, then got out and walked to the passenger side of the car.

She opened the door and grabbed him around the waist, planning to pull him out.

"Jules, if you wanted a hug you could have just asked."

She let out a sigh of relief, realizing the flaws of pulling a sleeping man out of a car. How did I expect to make him walk? she asked herself.

He got out of the car, sneezing and leaning against the open doorway the second he got out.

"C'mon."

She helped him up the steps of the station, her arm around his waist.

Does he remember the dream? "Have any good dreams lately?"

Shawn's expression turned from content to fearful. "I guess. Why do you ask?" Did I talk in my sleep again? I sure hope not with Jules around!

"No reason, just making small talk."

"Oh, okay."

"So did your mom read you many fairytales when you were younger?"

"Just the usual suspects." Why is she asking me about fairytales?

She nodded as they walked through the station doors.

When they reached the chief's office, Lassiter was already there and sitting down.

"What, no projector this time?" Shawn asked as they walked in. The three officers gave him a look of complete confusion.

"Why would we need a projector, Mr. Spencer?"

"You had one last time."

"Last time? What last time? Spencer, you sure you just have a fever and a runny nose or whatever you're complaining about?"

"I'm not crazy! Last time Yang was active-"

"Yang? Shawn, Yang is in jail."

"Then why'd you call me and say she escaped?"

"I never said that," Lassiter claimed, "I said Rilyang escaped from the crime scene and we need you to help us find where he went this time!"

Shawn looked confused, "Then who...?" Realization dawned on him. "I have to make a phone call."

"But what about the case?" Lassiter asked as Shawn turned to walk out the door.

"He's somewhere in the vicinity of Shoreline Park. He used to hang out there as a kid. He's not armed, don't worry. Oh, but he does have a pet raccoon, so be careful."

Shawn stumbled out the door, leaning on the wall for support.

"What do we do with him?" asked Juliet.

"Take him with you and leave him in the car," suggested Chief Vick.

"Oh, no. No way. One, he already drooled all over the seat earlier, and two, he never listens to me anyway."

"Detective, that was-"

"Don't worry, Chief, I got it covered," Juliet interrupted.

"Fine, Detective O'Hara can take him." She waved her finger between them, "But stay together. He has been wrong in the past."

"You got it, Chief."

"Good. You're dismissed."

Juliet headed over to the entrance, looking for Shawn. She heard him before she saw him, half asleep on a bench near the front.

"Just never do that again, Gussy. You gave me a real scare. Tell Helen she's ready for the voice mocking competition or whatever it's called. Oh, and tell her to stop watching the news so much. It's bad for her health," Shawn finished mumbling all this out, then hung up and closed his eyes.

"Shawn, we're leaving. You're riding with me."

"Okay Jules," Shawn said, standing up and immediately falling back again.

Juliet helped him up and back to her car again.

Juliet finished up the final sentence of her report on the latest scene, glancing at the clock. 11 pm. Definitely time to go. She looked to her left at Shawn, fast asleep in Detective Hartley's chair which was moved to the side of her desk when everyone else left.

She placed the report in her outbox, then shook Shawn. " Nothing happened but something mumbled about Gus dressed up as a giant grape. "At least he stopped living in pineappleland," she said out loud.

"Shawn, time to go home."

He had gotten sicker over the rest of the day, so she decided to keep him at the station with her.

He mumbled something incoherently as she shook him again.

She sighed, debating just leaving him here for the night. No, he really shouldn't be left alone.

She shook him again. "Shawn, I'm taking you to my house. I want to be sure you don't get any sicker."

Shawn mumbled something again as she helped him up. "Carry me," he replied, clearly still asleep.

"Shawn, you're heavy; I can't carry you!"

He groaned and opened his eyes. "Hi."

"Hi. Let's head out."

She helped him get to the door and to her car, then helped him into her house and onto her couch.

"I'll go get you some blankets," she told him as she turned toward the stairs.

She got a few extra blankets and an extra pillow from the linen closet, then brought them downstairs and helped him get settled in. "Goodnight, Shawn!" She turned and walked toward the stairs.

"Wait," Shawn commanded.

"What is it, Shawn?"

"First, thanks."

"You're welcome." She turned to leave again.

"Wait! Second, I think you owe me something."

"Owe you? I'm watching over you; what could I possibly owe you?"

"A kiss."

"Wha- Shawn-"

"After all," he continued, "I did save you."

She laughed. "We'll discuss it when you're not so sick." She then turned and went up the stairs.

She was already gone by the time he responded. "So does that mean I have a chance? Jules? Jules!"