Told you it would get longer.


An hour later I was lying in bed, just looking up at the celling. Juliet was in the kitchen cleaning up the dining room. She had made wonderful Pineapple Pancakes, with warm syrup not cold. Juliet as she had said had taken the rest of the day off, she didn't want me to be alone and I was glad for her company.

"Hey Shawn," Juliet walked into the room and got into bed next to me. I moved onto my side so I was facing her, she smiled and cupped my cheek. "Shawn you can tell me anything, you know that right?" she said and I nodded

"I know that Jules," I assured her, I took her hand and kissed it; she blushed but tried to hide it by digging her face into the pillow. It all felt so natural. I'd been in her apartment many times, and it had become a second home to me.

"You are just so adorable." It was my turn to smile, she smacked my chest playfully. She looked at me and stopped smiling. I wondered why it had dropped so fast. "Shawn, what's wrong with you?" her voice was serious.

"Nothing, what makes you think that?" I tried avoiding the subject. But she was just so damn stubborn.

"Shawn I'm your girlfriend, I know when you're lying and I know when something is bothering you." she reached for my hand and grasped it.

"Juliet I'm positive that I'm fine, just tired." she nodded but looked as if she didn't believe me. I was about to speak again when she stopped me. "Shush go to sleep Shawn… Close your eyes, look your half way there." it was like magic, my eyes closed and I fell asleep.

Santa Barbra, March 14 1991

It was late at night, I was running down an alley; I jumped over a metal trash can. I could feel him following me, I was the prey and he was the predator.

"Hey watch it kid!" A homeless man yelled as I almost ran into him, I ran into a dead end. A big chain-link fence was in front of my path; I turned and looked behind me. "You can't run Shawn! And you definitely can't hide!" Frank Sullivan, my science teacher shouted. I looked around; my best chance was to climb it. So I did well… I tried to. I was half way up when a hand grabbed my foot and pulled me down. I started to scream but a hand went around my mouth. The homeless man I had run into was staring at me.

White hair covered by a red cap

White beard

Tan sweater

Black right front tooth

"Come on kid, he's coming!" the man grabbed my arm and we ran into a building, he opened a crate. "Get in!" he hissed. I didn't know if I could trust him, but he was better than Sullivan. I did as ordered, before he closed the lid, he looked at me. "What's your name kid?" he asked.

"Shawn Spencer," I gulped.

"Shawn Spencer… your dad a cop?" I nodded. "Nice to meet you Shawn Spencer, I'm Theodore Patterson."

"Thank you sir." I said quickly.

"No need, just stay quiet." I nodded, a loud bang echoed around the room as he shut the crates lid.

"You! Homeless man. Where's the kid?" Sullivan barked at Theodore.

"Kid? Why would a kid be around here?" Theodore asked innocently pretending not to know what he was talking about.

"Stop playing dumb, where is he?" Sullivan snapped.

"Short? Brown hair? Green eyes?" I couldn't see but I assumed Sullivan nodded. "Fine he went that way, a few seconds ago. The kid practically ran into me. Kids these days, have no manners." Theodore sighed and I heard footsteps take off. The crate lid was opened and Theodore was gazing down at me. "Here," Theodore offered me his hand; I took it and got out the crate. We walked out of the building, he walked by my side. He didn't leave me the entire way to my house. He was alert, and kept looking around for Sullivan. Before I knew it we were standing in front of my house.

"How did you know I lived here?" he shrugged.

"Watch yourself Shawn Spencer," He clapped my shoulder and started walking away.

"Will I see you again?" I asked he turned.

"Maybe, maybe not it all depends." Then I watched as he stuffed his hands into his pocket. "What are you waiting for? Get inside!" Theodore yelled. I frowned because he never turned around. I waited until he was out of sight before running up the yard and into my house.

"Where you been?" dad asked not looking up from the paper.

"Around,"

"Yeah? Well go take a shower, you smell like fish." I smelled my jacket, sure enough I smelt like fish.

Santa Barbra, October 23 2005

I woke up to the bright sun shining through the window; Juliet was asleep next to me, I looked at the clock 9:00 AM. Wow, I hadn't even thought about Theodore Patterson in years, I never did see him again now that I thought about it.

"Hey you're awake," Juliet said sitting up and stretching.

"How long have I been out?" I yawned.

"You passed out around one yesterday. You got… it looks like twenty hours of sleep." she told me, I nodded. "Did you sleep well?" she asked.

"Yeah I did Jules… Did you?"

"Just fine. Yeah I did," she smiled and lay back down next to me. Her head curling in the side of my neck. For some reason, I always slept better when Juliet was nearby. Another magical response I had to the blonde. We were interrupted when her phone blasted. She reluctantly got up and answered her phone. "O'Hara," she answered

"O'Hara we need you to bring Spencer down to the station." Came Carlton's voice. Juliet had put her phone on speaker. "Carlton?"

"Who else? Did you just wake up?"

"What? No I've been up for hours," Juliet said yawning.

"No I've been calling you for hours and you just answered so you just woke up." He put together.

"Fine you got me Carlton." Juliet gave in.

"Unless you and Spencer were…" he started. "Stop there Carlton," she interrupted him, not letting him go any further.

"Just get down here!" he hung up and Juliet closed her phone.

"Who was that?" I asked sitting up.

"It was Carlton, weren't you listening?"

"No."

"We have to go to the station come on," she put on her shoes and walked out of the room, I followed her. "Wait, no Shawn, change your clothes," she said "Please?" she added. I rolled my eyes and went and changed.