A/N: Next chapter... Sorry it took so long (even though it was way quicker than the last update). I had more readers for this than I thought originally, so... Yeah, I'm gonna try and be more diligent in postings for this story. :D

Warnings for some language.

"No. No, Shawn, this has gone far enough. I'm taking you home. Now. I don't know why we didn't do anything sooner, but I'm taking you home, and I'm calling Gus and your father."

Shawn rolled his eyes, setting his feet in as Juliette attempted to pull him out of the bathroom.

"I'm not going, Juliette. Especially not if your idea of helping me is involving my dad. Henry couldn't see the obvious if it beat him over the head with a baseball bat. Could see a dust speck out of place on the couch, but something right in front of his face? Hell, he didn't even know my mom was leaving until he looked around and wondered where dinner was when he got home from his shift…"

"Shawn, are you high?" Jules asked, a sudden clarity settling over her.

The panicked look in Shawn's eyes confirmed her suspicions, although he denied it vehemently.

"What? Of course not! You know me better than that, Jules. Be high on life, not drugs, and all that," He said quickly, waving his hand dismissively. "I can't believe you'd even ask me that!"

Jules shook her head. "It all makes sense, Shawn. Your pupils are dilated the size of pinpoints, you're talking a million miles an hour, you're suffering from mood swings, the twitching last night, the insomnia… Dammit, Shawn, why?"

Shawn hung his head in defeat, shoulders slumped. "Just take me home, Jules. Please," He said quietly.

Jules hesitated a moment, before nodding. "Alright. But I'm calling Gus, and having him meet us there."

Shawn laughed bitterly. "Oh, God, it's gonna be an intervention, isn't it?" He shook his head sadly, before walking out of the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, Jules had told Chief Vick and Carlton that she was taking the rest of the day, and possibly the next day off, called Gus and told him to meet her and Shawn at Shawn's apartment, and herded Shawn out to her car.

Can't think, I gotta stay focused. Can't let myself drift… Can't let Jules know, already in deep shit… Shawn thought, desperately trying to keep his mind from running off. Following the rabbit hole, what a screwed up story… based of an acid trip of some weirdo drug addict, one of the most popular stories ev-

Focus!

"Shawn… do you wanna tell me what's going on?" Jules asked quietly, intruding in Shawn's thoughts.

"I… I don't know, Jules," Shawn said, shaking his head. "I don't know. Just… Take me home, okay?"

Juliet nodded slowly. "Okay. Gus said he'd meet us there. I just… We gotta get this taken care of, Shawn. Otherwise, we're going to have to tell the Chief. You're a liability to the department right now, and even worse… I could technically arrest you for being hopped up on drugs."

Shawn scoffed, as he curled up in the seat. "I'm not 'hopped up' on drugs. I'm on medications prescribed to me by my doctors."

"Then obviously we're gonna have to talk to your doctor and get your dosage changed."

Shawn shook his head. "You don't get it, Jules; and you're never gonna get it. Without my meds, I can't even get through an hour, much less a day. I need my pills," Shawn said simply, gazing out the window.

"Shawn, you're not yourself. You haven't been for a while now. You need help. This isn't you."

Shawn wasn't sure if it was her words, or her tone that set him off. But whichever it was, it set his teeth on edge, as he snapped, "You don't know the real me. You don't know anything about me, and anything you think you know is a lie that I came up with to hide the tru –"

He cut off abruptly, snapping his jaw shut so quick, he thought he had cracked his teeth. God, he had to get a grip. He was gonna just blab everything if he didn't pay attention. He had to focus.

"To hide what, Shawn? The truth? What truth? What are you hiding from?" At Shawn's refusal to meet her eyes, Jules felt like crying, but she held them back. "What's going on inside that head, Shawn? Relationship problems, money problems, friend problems… work problems? Is that it? Are we pushing you too hard? Vick can give you some time off if you need it, Shawn, if that's the problem. You've cleared more cases this year than most of our detectives combined; you've been working really hard. I'm sure we can –"

"It's not work," Shawn cut her off dully. "Just… Just let it go, alright? I'll take a few days off, and I'll be good as new, alright?"

"No, it's not alright! And a few days off isn't gonna fix your drug problem!" Jules said desperately.

"I don't have a fucking problem!" Shawn yelled. "Stop the fucking car, and let me the fuck out!"

"Shawn –"

"Stop the fucking car, or so help me, I'll jump from here!"

Juliette quickly pulled over to the side of the road, tears streaming down her face freely now, as Shawn practically threw himself out of the car, and slammed the door shut. He didn't look at her as he stormed off down the street, shoulder checking people who were in his way.

"Shawn, please!"