Chapter 3:

Juliet and Lassiter pulled in front of the bank before assessing the damage. Smoke was rising over the building but it seemed to be coming from behind. Lassiter stopped one of the firemen running by. "What are we looking at?" he demanded.

"The bomb went off in the back alley," the fireman explained. "There's a partial building collapse from the bank and from the adjacent building which is an empty office building. The back alley is a mess, we're currently stabilizing the area before we head in to find anyone.

"Do you know how many people are back there?"

"We are unsure of that at the moment, sir," the fireman shook his head. "We will notify you when it's safe to go in. We have an EMT team standing to the side ready to aid anyone who was caught in the blast." Lassiter nodded and let them carry on.

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Daniel Rogers, a rookie fireman, picked through the rubble of the blast. His nervousness was hard to keep at bay today. It was his first bomb call. He didn't like it one bit. While his team finished up securing the sides of the alley, they gave him the go ahead to start searching the rubble. He rolled over a slab of smoldering drywall before continuing down the alley. Careful to look under the debris before stepping, he made his way down. He heard a coughing sound. Quickly bending down, he lifted up a particularly heavy slab of concrete before tossing it to the side.

He immediately recognized the bomber. The police had shown them a picture of who to look for. He was to be brought in safely.

Daniel's hands clenched. He didn't want to save a person who would commit such violent crimes. He knelt down beside him anyway and started running his assessment. The bomber gasped, his breathing hitched. Most likely some pretty extensive internal damage. There were some burns along his forearms indicating his shielded himself from the blast.

"Hey," he spoke, catching Daniel off guard. He wasn't sure how to respond.

"Sir, I need you to tell me what happened," he instructed tersely.

"Trying to shake a serial killer," the bomber coughed. "Or a gang leader… His henchmen were trying to stop me."

"From detonating the bomb? Do you know where they were when the bomb went off?" he asked, looking around.

"Running," the man winced. "I should be dead."

"Yeah you should," Daniel said before realizing what he said. The bomber seemed to notice this and laughed a little.

"No, I need to be dead," he emphasized. "My friends will die if I'm not." Suddenly the fireman's interest peaked.

"Excuse me?"

"Doing just enough to keep my friends alive," he explained. "If I'm dead, he won't go after them anymore."

"The gang leader?" The bomber grunted in response. "Sir, what's your name?"

"Shawn Spencer."

That name sounded familiar in his head. "Alright, Mr. Spencer, we're going to get you out of here, okay?"

"I need to be dead," he repeated before his eyes slowly closed. Daniel stood, turning to call his team over when movement caught his eye. He noticed a man, clearly roughed up from the blast. His clothes were dirty and there was blood trailing down the side of his face. He hid away from the scene on the other side of the alleyway, pulling a phone to his ear. Daniel thought for a moment.

"Hey!" he shouted, catching the other's attentions. "I've got a body over here!"

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Henry ran up to the bank, slipping past the police officers. His search became frantic when he heard over when of the police radios: Body found. White male, late 20's early 30's. He rounded the side of one of the ambulances to see a body being loaded up. He stopped one of the paramedics.

"What happened?" he demanded.

"Sir, I don't think…" the paramedic started.

"I work with the police!" Henry interrupted, showing his badge. The paramedic stopped.

"We've recovered only one person from the blast," he explained. "He was demanding death before he lost consciousness. He was saying he had to save his friends. We think he's the bomber." Henry looked into the ambulance to see it was, indeed, his son laying on the bed.

"I need to come with you," he insisted. "I need to hear everything he said."

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Juliet was inside the bank watching the tapes. Shawn had waltzed in, dropped the bag and announced there was a bomb. When everyone ran he bolted for the back door. Two men followed him to the back. They managed to recover the footage in the back alleyway up until the blast. There was major fight until Shawn managed to push the button.

"This doesn't make any sense," she sighed. Carlton was silent.

"I - I don't get it either," he admitted. She looked at him.

"What are your thoughts?" she asked.

"See I would say he was commiting a bank robbery, but he didn't even bring a bag for the cash. The bag he had really did have a bomb in it. Then, when everyone was gone, he ran straight for the backdoor and didn't give the cash a glance. I would say it was a terrorist bombing except for the fact that he announced the bomb and waited till everyone was gone and even ran to the back exit to set it off. I just don't get it."

"It seems like he didn't want to do it," Jules thought aloud.

"And at the same time, he did," Carlton added.

Jules phone rang. "O'hara," she greeted. She was silent for a moment. "Okay, thank you. We'll be right over." She hung up. "They just took Shawn to the hospital. He said come quickly."

They ran out the door.

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When they got there, Gus, Henry, and the Chief were already there.

"How is he?" Jules asked.

"What happened?" Carlton demanded. The chief raised her hand to prevent any more questions.

"I don't know how he is," Henry answered. "Hell I don't know anything." He shook his head. "I just want to know what turned my son into a bomber. You saw the tapes right? Shawn didn't do this."

Jules and Lassiter looked at each other.

"He did," Carlton answered. Gus looked wide-eyed. Henry shook his head again.

"The paramedics were saying he was begging for death," his voice cracked a little. "There's just no way."

"Family of Shawn Spencer?" a doctor called. Everyone's heads turned. The doctor approached them.

"I'm his father," Henry turned to him. "These are his closest friends." The doctor nodded.

"Um, you might want to sit down," he encouraged, looking at everyone. Juliet gasped.

"How bad is it?"

"Mr. Spencer," the doctor sighed. "Your son didn't make it. I'm so sorry for your loss."

A/N: When my writing came back, it came back with a vengance. Sorry about your broken feelings. Lol.