I apologize from the bottom of my heart for the wait. I ran into some writer's block during this, but I think I got it sorted out. I hope some whump will make it up to you(;

Okay, guys. watched X-men for the forst time this weekend. Holy crap. Wolverine is so attractive. i can't even Ugh. He is amazing. And he's older than my parents but I still want to marry him. Ugh. SO amazing. I spent my entire weekend watching all the movies and staring at him the entire time. Can't even.

Disclaimer: I don't own Psych.

The man chuckled softly and gestured for Juliet to go sit in a small, dusty chair. "Please, detective. Have a seat."

Juliet carefully stepped away from Shawn, giving Shawn's hand one last final squeeze, the only indication that she felt any insecurity about the events about to unfold, before letting it fall away. Shawn grasped for it vainly, before sighing and settling back to watch. Juliet, staring at the man carefully, set herself down in the rickety chair and folded her hands in her lap. Her back was ramrod straight, her foot lightly tapping the floor.

"Now," the man started, "yesterday, you went to a crime scene." He paused, as if to wait for an affirmative.

"Yes," Juliet answered after a moment's pause, " I did. I went to four."

"Please recount them to me."

"I'm afraid I probably shouldn't do that."

The man gave a slight, irritated sigh before cocking his gun and pointing it at Shawn's head. "Need I try again?"

Juliet stiffened and obliged the man. "Ah, there was a petty theft, another petty theft, a vandalism, and a suicide."

The man smiled and inclined his head slightly. "Please, describe the suicide."

Juliet gave a small grimace before continuing. "It was a man, who was found in an alleyway. He had shot himself, through the mouth, with a gun that was found in his hand. There were not other fingerprints on the gun, the bullet came from the same gun, and there was no foul play involved, so it was classified as a suicide and the case was closed."

"What did the man look like?"

"About 6 foot, dark hair, brown eyes. A scar on his left cheek about an inch long. Light skin."

The man scooted closer, a sudden intense light coming into his eyes. "The code. Tell me the code."

Juliet raised an eyebrow and carefully leaned away from the man. "Code?"

"The man had a code. Give me the code."

"There wasn't a code, he was a dead man. Why would he have a code?"

El Kidnepper (said with a Spanish accent in Shawn's mind) scowled and pointed the gun at Juliet this time, taking his focus away from Shawn for a few moments. "Miss o'Hara, please. I know you have it, and it is imperative that I obtain that code. Now please. Let's be reasonable, and not act like children."

Shawn took the free minute to allow himself to examine the room. It was a small room, with old, dingy white-wash covering the walls. Shawn sat on the longer side of the room, on the same side as the door, while being about 10 feet away from it. Juliet sat about three feet to his left on the aforementioned dusty chair, and the mysterious man sat opposite her on another chair. There was a pile of about ten boxes containing who-knew-what on the far side of the room. Altogether, it was a dusty jail cell that Shawn didn't know if he would get out of. He felt like Wesley from the Princess Bridge, only his Buttercup was in the room, and so was that gol-durned Prince Humperdinck. He thought (with a slight gulp) that Wesley hadn't gotten out of the room until after he had died.

"I, I'm sorry, there was no code," Juliet stammered, as Shawn refocused on the conversation.

Humperdinck growled and struck his fist against the wall angrily. "There was nothing on the body? No hidden paper? No tattoo? No number on his clothes?"

Juliet shook her head. "I'm sorry, there wasn't any, I-"

The man shut her up with an abrupt gesture of his hand and rubbed his temples, a pained grimace on his face. He stayed in that position for a few tense seconds, before sighing and returning to his previous calm. He sat up, ramrod straight and collected once more, and tried again. "Detective," he stated, "you received a few phone calls yesterday, did you not?"

Juliet licked her lips nervously before answering. "Yes, I did. But none of them were of any importance."

"Please tell me about them."

Juliet glanced at Shawn, as if to ask for support. Shawn gave her a tiny, reassuring smile, though his stomach felt like it had that one time when he was 10, and he had eaten 2 funnel cakes before going on the Tilt-a-Whirl (the results had been nothing short of disastrous).

"Uh, I…the first one was Carlton. He got a break in the case we'd been working on, and he took care of it. Then there was a telemarketer, and then my mother called to ask if I wanted to go over to her house for lunch on Saturday."

"I'm coming!" Shawn interjected excitedly.

Juliet let loose a breathy chuckle before continuing. "Then there was another telemarketer, then a wrong number, then two more telemarketers. And the next one was Shawn this morning."

Shawn tensed his jaw as he studied the man, an idea sparking in his brain. Ity bad idea, probably one of the worst ones he'd had in a very long time, but if there was any chance they were going to get out of this alive, well, this was it. He began to flesh it out at least a tad before putting it into action. His fingers, however, began to tap on the floor for a few seconds, in a disarming way.

The Hulk glared at him. "Do you mind?" he snapped. "I'm trying to get some very valuable information, information that could save your life."

"Yeah, sorry, sorry," Shawn answered hastily, "it's just the ADD acting up, and, well, you know, one Madonna song, a Justin Bieber, and an "IIIIIII WILL ALWays LooooOOOvve YOoooooOOO" later, my fingers can't help but beat out a samba. And it kind of helps the fiery burning in my leg. Do you mind if I…" Shawn trailed off, an eyebrow raised in request to continue his shenanigans.

The man sighed in irritation, but waved his hand in acquiescence. Shawn licked his lower lip, then tapped and scratched aimlessly for a few more moments. Then, he paused for a couple seconds. He chanced a quick glance at Juliet, then began to tap out in morse code "Are you hearing this?"

Juliet's eyes gave a barely widening before going back to normal. Before she could answer, he messaged, "Do something random we don't want him to discover this aiijsgfklbugfijse." He finished up his statement with more random scratchings.

Juliet did as he said, patting her pant leg with her index finger barely noticeably. She sent him gibberish, then answered, "whats wrong".

"Ajkhel I've got an ideasfgir"

"Kilerf it better not be anything stupid what is it"

"hf Ummm"

"Lfdit Shawn jylu"

"Skyr Trust me grhs"

Juliet raised an eyebrow, but didn't respond, prompting Shawn to elaborate.

"Wryeh when you get the signal grab his gun or smash him on the head or something djfle"

"shaelr what signal asgib"

"a asd"

"Wait" she sent to him, but not before he had snatched off his shoe, a fiery pain traveling up his leg, then launched it at his captor's head. It smacked him in the face, catching him off-guard. Juliet's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the odd distraction, but she got over her split second hesitation and dove for his gun, which clattered to the floor as his fingers slackened their grip. The man gathered his wits just in time to glimpse her grabbing his gun, and he slammed his foot down on her outstretched arm. She cried out, and Shawn yelled "No!" as she dropped the gun, bolts of fire shooting up and down her arm. Shawn's stomach dropped in disappointment that their slightly shoddy plan had failed. The man used his foot to scooch the gun away, then grabbed Juliet's wrist and used it to pull her up. His huge fist squeezed tightly, and Juliet whimpered as faint cracks could be heard coming from the bone. Tiny tear drops emerged from her eyes as the man pulled her close to his face, a sneer on his lips, and Shawn shouted a panicked, "Stop it! Let her go!"

The Hulk turned his gaze towards him and shoved Juliet back into the seat, bending down to pick up the gun. Juliet gasped in pain and cradled her wrist to her chest.

Their captor cocked the gun, looked at Juliet with a hard glint in his eyes, and stated, "That, detective, was a very big mistake." And with that, he leveled the gun at Shawn and pulled the trigger.

The shot echoed around the room as Juliet screamed, "No!" Shawn's head smacked back against walls with a sickening 'crack' from the whiplash, and his hands flew shakily to his torso. Juliet stared in shock, tears sparking in her eyes, as he peeled them away to reveal a hole just below the right side of his ribs. It let loose a stream of blood to match the one on his thigh, a disgusting red-purple. His breath came out in shaky gasps as his gaze traveled up to meet hers. His eyes were wide, shocked and pained. However, he gave a strained, "I-I'm ok-k-kay."

"Shawn," she breathed, her uninjured hand covering her mouth. She shut her eyes, unable to bear the sight any longer.

"Now," the kidnapper said, pointing the gun at Juliet's forehead. She opened her eyes to see him staring at her with a cold, steely glare. "Are you going to cause any more trouble?"

She shook her head, biting her lip and aching for Shawn, as he answered, "Good. Now," he sighed, "let's talk about those callers."

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