Here's chapter three. Some of you will probably be dissapointed as to who's behind Juliet, but others will be happy about it.

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Juliet screamed, not because of whom she saw when she turned around, but because of what he was holding. "Shawn! What are you doing?"

"Jules," Shawn said quietly. In one hand he held a flashlight, in the other a handgun, which he was pointing it at Juliet's stomach. The flashlight illuminated the room enough that Juliet could see Shawn's creepy, expressionless face.

"Shawn!" Juliet squeaked, getting really scared.

"Jules," he repeated. "Look what I found in the sci-fi section," he said, nodding at the gun.

"Shawn!" Juliet sighed, slapping Shawn on the arm.

"Ow!"

"You nearly scared me to death!" Juliet said, looking at the ground.

"Come on Jules, do you really think I would shoot you?" Shawn asked with a laugh. "I've never shot anything before! Except targets… and one time there was this guy playing the bagpipes…"

"You shot a man for playing the bagpipes?" Juliet asked.

"I shot the bagpipes," Shawn explained with a mischievous grin. Juliet smiled back. Of course Shawn wouldn't shoot her. The darkness and the storm must have been getting to her. She realized that Shawn had his blanked draped around his shoulders, which made her realize how cold she had gotten.

"So where'd you find it?" Juliet asked. Shawn motioned down to the other end of the second floor.

"Over there, in the sci-fi section."

"So that's two weapons found on two different floors of the library," Juliet mused. "I don't get it." She shivered. Shawn, noticing how cold she was, took the blanket off of his shoulders and gave it to her. "Shawn, you don't have to…"

"I know," Shawn said. "I want to. You look cold, and I'm okay, so…"

"Thanks," Juliet said, wrapping it around her shoulders. "Sure you're not cold?"

"Nope," said Shawn, shifting back and forth and trying to keep his teeth from chattering.

"Wait…" said Juliet. "Why would you be shooting at targets?"

"What?" asked Shawn.

"You said you've shot at targets before. Why?"

"Oh, that's what I thought you said," said Shawn. Juliet waited for an answer, but none came.

"And?" she asked.

"And what?" Shawn repeated.

"Aren't you going to answer me?"

"Yes."

"… Anytime soon?"

"Uh… probably."

"Now!"

"Okay…" Shawn cleared his throat. "I just practiced at the station a few times. No big deal."

"That's a lie, Shawn. Everyone who uses the shooting range at the station has to sign a sheet. I've never seen your name on there."

"Oh…," Shawn said, thinking of a new excuse. He decided it would be best to tell the truth (at least partially). "Well my dad was a cop, so he taught me how to shoot."

"Oh," Juliet said, "Why didn't you just say so?"

"It's fun to lie."

"Okay…" Juliet pulled the blanket around herself more tightly. "So… did your dad teach you any other police stuff?"

"No. Nothing."

"Nothing at all?"

"No!"

Juliet was taken aback by Shawn's yell. "Shawn…"

"It's nothing important, Jules. Come one, let's go find somewhere to sleep!" Shawn exclaimed, back to his normal self.

"You mean some place for you to sleep. I'm not sleeping anywhere near you!"

"Aw, Jules, it's so cold in here! We need to share body heat –"

"No!" she barked, but she was smiling. "We should sleep on the ground floor; you're not supposed to stay on the top floor in a storm like this."

Shawn nodded and led the way down the stairs. "Tomorrow when we're les tired we can try to figure out where that gun came from. I need to recharge my psychic batteries."

Juliet laughed, but she wasn't really smiling. Shawn was being really defensive. He was definitely hiding something.


Did you guys like it. I know the last chapter ended in a cliffie, but this one didn't! So...

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