It was early the next morning when Shawn's sleep was disturbed by high-pitched giggling. He blearily opened his eyes and pulled down the fleece blanket covering his face. It took him a while to get his bearings and realise that he was suspended between two rather uncomfortable chairs – one of which was being used as a makeshift foot rest.

Another giggle pierced the air. He turned towards the maker of the noise: a middle-aged nurse. She was handing his father a steaming hot cup of coffee to go with the tray of breakfast laid out in front of him.

"Oh, Henry, you are such a flirt!" she exclaimed.

"I was just stating the truth," Henry replied suavely.

Shawn gagged as she giggled and kissed his dad on the forehead, slipping him a small slip of paper as she left. Henry tucked it between the tray and his plate before taking a sip of his coffee and setting it down as well.

"Enjoying the show?" Henry turned to his son and arched an eyebrow at him.

"Why would you even think that?" Shawn was sure his face was as green as he was feeling right now. "Ew. I'm never going to get that image out of my mind."

"Of course you won't. You have an eidetic memory."

Shawn covered his face with the blanket and groaned, "You know that's not what I meant."

His father just laughed and tucked into his food – which didn't seem to resemble the mush Shawn would have expected a hospital to serve. He would bet a hundred dollars that the nurse from before had something to do with the higher quality meal.

"Detective O'Hara called earlier," his father said as he munched. "She's on her way with breakfast. Apparently, the pair of you are heading over to the station for a briefing with an FBI agent."

Even though the thought of breakfast made him salivate, Shawn knew his father was prying for more information despite the lack of actual questions. He smiled, "Yeah, Lassie stumbled upon something while doing some background investigating. You were asleep when Jules informed me that I was no longer a homicide suspect."

"Congratulations, kid," his Dad said just before he took a bite of his toast.

Shawn didn't know how to respond to that so he decided that it was a good time to focus on getting up. He swung his legs off the chair in front of him and stretched out like a cat. This did nothing to ease his tense muscles but, after spending the night in a chair, what did he expect?

A knock sounded at the door and a familiar blonde head popped through the door. She smiled and entered the room with a couple of paper bags in her arms. "Shawn, you're awake! When I called ten minutes ago you were still asleep."

"He just woke up," Henry smirked. "The kid could never get up earlier than eight. It's a wonder he ever got to school on time."

"Daaad!" Shawn whined.

Juliet bit her lip to stop from laughing at the two of them. She handed Shawn one of the paper bags and sat down in the chair his feet used to be on. Shawn opened the bag to see that Juliet had gotten him a breakfast burrito. He grinned and took a big bite as she ate her bagel.

"I stopped by at the station on the way here," Juliet informed them. "Agent Ewing had just arrived. Carlton's helping him set up the powerpoint for the briefing."

Shawn nearly spat out a mouthful of burrito. He coughed, "T-the same… Agent Ewing who keeps a spare shirt in his pocket?"

Juliet laughed at his reaction, "The very same."

Shawn balled up his now empty paper bag and tossed it perfectly into a small waste-basket in the corner of the room. He then proceeded to cross his arms and sink down into his chair like a child. If that wasn't enough, he felt the need to pout as well.

Just as Juliet was finishing off her bagel, her phone began to ring. She pulled it out of her pocket and turned to Shawn, "It's Carlton. I better take this; it must be important if he can't wait till he sees me next."

"I'll meet you in the car," Shawn stood up and held out his hand for the keys. "There is no way I'm going to that meeting without cleaning up first."

Jules handed him her keys and answered the call, "Um, hey Carlton. Yeah, we are still at the hospital…"

Shawn shuffled out of the room and into the hallway as he fiddled with Juliet's keys. He nodded to some of the staff he recognised from the day before as he made his way to the large hospital foyer. It was busier than the night before.

The bright light that streamed in through the large glass windows and doors was a lot warmer than the artificial light of the hallways that he had just been walking through. Just when he was about to step up to the large doors that led out of the hospital, he heard a yell come from behind him.

"Shawn!"

He stopped and turned to see Juliet behind running towards him. She had an anxious look on her face. Whatever Lassie had just told her, it must have been important if she felt the need to inform him so quickly.

"Get down!"

For some reason, Shawn was having trouble processing exactly what she meant by that. When she tackled him to the ground merely two seconds later he finally understood. In that moment, everything seemed to go in slow motion: the glass of the front doors shattered and people started shrieking as they scrambled away from the windows.

Juliet cried out and Shawn nearly freaked when he saw blood on the sleeve of Juliet's blouse. That was when his instincts finally kicked in, telling him to drag the two of them behind the front desk. So that's exactly what he did.

When the bullets stopped raining down, Shawn shakily dialled Lassiter's number on his iphone. He hugged Juliet closer to him as he waited for the man to answer in his usual gruff tone.