The moment Laura cocked her gun, Lassiter moved to stand between her and the two consultants.

"Laura, you really don't want to do this," Shawn told her, trying to see around Lassiter.

"No, Shawn, I really think I do," Laura snapped back.

"Miss Peters, put down the gun and this will all end well," Lassiter instructed, his voice low and steady, just like he had learned in his negotiations class in the academy.

"Detective Lassiter," Laura said, the disdain evident in her voice, "I suggest you move. It appears that Shawn is not the man I thought he was."

"He's not the man you wished he was," Lassiter corrected her in the same low voice. "But Spencer is rarely what others wish he was."

"Oh just shut up!" Laura yelled, her hands shaking. "Stop trying to talk me down! I have a gun and I'm going to shoot it."

Lassiter knew he had one chance to fire and he took it; the problem was Laura took that same chance.

Pain ripped through Lassiter's shoulder as the bullet hit him and involuntarily he cried out. He didn't know where he had hit the girl, but her painful yelp confirmed that he had.

"Lassie, Lassie are you okay?" Shawn asked, his eyes wide, trying to talk to the detective over Gus' girly scream.

"Son of a-" Lassiter grumbled and then his legs gave out on him and the room disappeared.

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The moment Juliet heard gunfire, she entered the cabin, gun drawn. Buzz was right behind her. They cleared the small first floor and headed down the stairs to the basement.

"SBPD!" Juliet announced, taking the stairs as quickly as possible.

"Juliet!" Gus yelled, looking up from where he was dialing his cell phone.

"Gus, are you guys okay?" Juliet stopped short at the bottom of the stairs, causing Buzz to nearly run into her.

"No, we're not okay!" Gus protested, the worry showing in his face as he waited for the phone to connect to the tower.

"Oh, Carlton," Juliet tried to shove aside the worst case scenarios that were flashing through her mind as she saw Shawn leaning over her partner.

"Laura, freeze." Buzz had his gun still trained on Laura who was now sitting on the bed, her gun next to her.

When Buzz said her name, Laura seemed to snap out of her daze. Her leg was bleeding where Lassiter's bullet had grazed her, but it had barely cut through the fabric of her jeans. She looked around at the commotion.

"Cuff her, Buzz." Juliet's voice was harsh.

Shawn stood up. "No, no, I got it." He motioned for Buzz to continue applying pressure to Lassiter's shoulder.

He pulled one of the sets of handcuffs from his back pocket and approached Laura.

"We would have been great, Shawn," she told him with a smile as she watched the scene around her, seemingly oblivious to the cuffs in his hand.

"Let's agree to disagree," he said, grabbing first the gun from beside her and then reaching for her wrist.

The physical contact woke Laura up completely.

"Hold still," Shawn grunted as she fought against him.

"No! I can't go, not like this!" she protested, kicking at him with her legs.

Juliet rushed over to assist Shawn, but couldn't get close with all the flailing limbs.

"Stop it!" Shawn yelled at Laura as she managed to punch him in the jaw, knocking him backwards.

Finally Shawn got a grip on Laura's arms and Juliet slapped the cuffs on her.

"Buzz, take her up to the car. She can sit tight there until the EMTs arrive." Juliet hadn't been able to check on her partner, and his unconscious state was worrying her.

"Roger," Buzz said quietly, leading the girl upstairs in front of him.

"The ambulance is five minutes out," Gus told them, watching Laura carefully as she passed, as if expecting her to try and attack him as well.

Juliet nodded as she took over keeping pressure on the gun shot. "I don't think it hit anything vital," she said, mostly to herself. "He'll be fine."

Shawn took a seat on the bed, rubbing his sore jaw. "I'm sorry," he said out loud. "I don't know if Lassie can hear me or not, but I'm sorry."

Gus and Juliet both looked over to him.

"I got us all in this mess. I promise the next time I find someone who wants to stalk me, I won't email, IM, call, text or contact them in any way."

"You'd better not or so help me, Shawn I will find a different job," Gus told him. "And who says there's going to be another one?" he added worriedly.

There were more flashing lights outside the window and then the sound of several people coming down the stairs.

"Officer down!" Juliet called to them. "Single gunshot wound to the shoulder, but he might have a concussion from yesterday."

"We'll take care of him, ma'am," one of the EMTs assured her, gently moving her over to the side so they could transport Lassiter to the hospital.

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It was almost four hours later before Shawn and Gus had given their statements and were told they could leave the station.

"You know, buddy," Shawn said as they headed up the stairs from the interrogation rooms. "I think I'm done with the whole fan base thing. I mean, who needs to be idolized by a bunch of girls to feel good about themselves?"

"You know that's right." Gus gave him a fist bump.

As they reached the top of the stairs, they passed three girls heading for the front door. The moment the trio saw the two consultants, they started whispering and giggling.

"Huh, that's weird." Shawn cocked his head to the side as he watched them.

"They probably know a perfectly round head when they see one." Gus ran a hand along the top of his head.

Juliet came up next to them and followed their line of sight. "Them? No, those are Shawn's fangirls from earlier. We needed to get written statements from them as well."

"It's just a little creepy," Shawn sighed.

"Speaking of creepy, what will happen to Laura?" Gus asked.

"Well, she won't be charged with murder. Lassiter is stabilized in the hospital; the bullet only hit muscle, so he'll be back to work in a couple of weeks. But she did assault a police officer and abduct him from his home. She held him against his will for more than 24 hours and she violated at least two of her restraining orders by being in Goleta."

"So we're looking at twenty to life with no chance of parole?" Shawn asked hopefully.

"Close; she'll be put through therapy for her problems and when she's done with that, the judge will reevaluate her case. The DA wants to make sure she won't get off on an insanity plea."

"Just so long as she doesn't love Shawn Spencer as much when she gets out, I think we'll all be better off." Shawn told them. "Speaking of, I have something I need to go do. Rain check on the smoothies?" He looked at Gus and then headed for the door.

"I'd better go, too. I don't think Shawn realizes that I drove," Gus clarified for Juliet. He hurried after his friend and almost ran into Shawn as the psychic doubled back.

"Jules, there's one other thing. I know that Lassie is in the hospital and he's probably really mad at me, but can you let him know that I didn't mean for him to get kidnapped and beaten up?"

"I think he knows that, Shawn," she smiled.

"Well, maybe, but you know our Lassie; he is one to hold a grudge."

"The man actually has a physical crap list," Gus pointed out.

"I'll make sure he knows how much you care," Juliet promised.

Shawn made a face. "I don't think you should use the word 'care'. In fact, let's just forget this conversation ever happened."

"So you don't want me to apologize to Lassiter?" Juliet looked confused.

"No," Shawn was trying to think up a way to apologize to Lassiter without sharing feelings. "Apologize, but don't use the word care."

Juliet shook her head. "I'll think of something,"

"Thank you, Jules, you're the best!" Shawn stuck his hand out for a fistbump.

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Two weeks later, Lassiter was back at work, his arm in a sling, but he had worked in those conditions before. Miraculously, Spencer hadn't been called on any cases and Lassiter was enjoying his psychic-free week.

"Lassifrass, Juliet, I have something to show you!" The grating, happy voice of Shawn Spencer echoed through the bull pen.

Lassiter's grip on his coffee mug tightened and he turned to see the psychic striding towards him. "What is it, Spencer?" he ground out.

"Look, I'm not here to solve a case; I'm here to show you guys something on the internet. Lassie's got his own fan site now!"

"Shawn!" Juliet's voice was worried.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," Shawn assured them, noticing that most of the color had drained from Lassiter's face.

"We came to show you the end of ShawnSpencer .net," Gus told them.

"I divined Laura's password and left one last parting journal entry on the front page." Shawn pulled up the site on Juliet's computer.

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Dear Spencerites,

I used to think that I would be flattered to have people refer to themselves after my name, but after the events of the last week I've decided that you should not call yourselves Spencerites, but people, just people.

The road to celebrity status is fraught with peril and I learned that firsthand when one fan, many of you know her as Laura, took things too far and hurt a colleague of mine.

I'm urging you to put down your twisted pencils that write stories such as "Shawn and the Red Balloon Romance" - that one was just wrong. Please, go out and enjoy life with someone that is real.

Before you do, I would like to note that I find it hilarious that Laura always wrote about us together in bed, but the one chance she got, she punched me in the face and got herself arrested.

But to more serious place. This is the end of SS .net. Never again will it be updated and never again will these stories be read. I will be deleting the archive and leaving only this post as a warning to others who might try to stalk me.

- Shawn

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"That was ..." Juliet tried to find the right words.

"Disturbing," Lassiter grumbled.

"Lassie, I understand that wounds heal all time, but just take this as an olive branch and we'll get back to our normal selves in no time." Shawn rested a hand on the detective's good shoulder.

No one even bothered to correct Shawn's wording on the old saying. Lassiter stepped to the side and out of the psychic's reach.

"I'm just glad Laura got herself arrested," Gus muttered, staring at the banner across the top of the web site. "No one who makes a banner like that should be allowed among the public."

"Agreed," the other three chorused as they looked at the picture of Shawn's hands and ankles sprawled across the top of the computer screen.

"Though, it does show that I really could be a model," Shawn pointed out.

Lassiter rolled his eyes and headed back to his desk.

Juliet gave them a small smile. "I'm just glad you're okay," she said before hurrying off to file her reports.

"Why didn't you tell them you made me write that post?" Gus asked after the detectives were out of earshot.

"Because, it sounded like me," Shawn protested. "My witty and charming manner, combined with the irony of the bed thing."

"You know you didn't actually divine her password. It doesn't take a genius to figure out it was your name and birthday."

"I know, I know that all too well buddy. The fifteen minutes it took me to realize that were embarrassing."

"You still owe me," Gus muttered heading for the door. "For the smoothies and for dragging me into all of this."

"Technically Laura dragged us into all of this, especially Lassie. She physically dragged him around ..." Shawn trailed off as he glanced at Lassiter's desk.

"Shawn, are you coming or not?"

"Just a second, buddy." Shawn held out a hand. "Lassie!" he called, lifting his other hand to his temple.

Lassiter looked up from his desk and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Spencer?"

"The girl with the sweet purple shoes is your culprit. She was probably stealing the money to pay back her college loan."

Lassiter frowned and then looked down at his file and back up at the psychic.

"It's true, you'd better believe me. I have all the answers." Shawn grinned and hurried to catch up with Gus.

Lassiter glared at Spencer's retreating back and then looked back to his case report. He muttered a few curses under his breath and then reached for his phone. "McNab, have a couple of uniforms pick up the secretary from the burglary case I'm working. I need to ask her a few questions."