Chapter 7: You Only Truly Hurt the Ones You Love

Disclaimer: I still don't own Psych!

Karen Vick stormed past Gus. Gus watched her go past and quickly turned toward the door. "And where do you think you're going?" Lassiter said, grabbing the younger man by the collar. "O'Hara, would you bring Mr. Guster to the Chief's office for me?"

Juliet smiled, walking up to the pair, "With pleasure, Detective." Gus frowned when Juliet took him by the arm in the direction of the office.

"Juliet, you have to understand. Wait. Why are you here? Where's Shawn?" Gus started to rant, but stopped when they arrived at the office door and he saw Shawn sitting on the couch. Gus pulled his arm out of Juliet's grasp. "You took him out of the hospital?" Gus asked her accusingly, but he didn't wait for an answer. He headed straight through the open door toward his best friend, who was still sitting on the sofa. Juliet waited outside the office door.

"Are you out of your freaking mind?" Gus yelled at him, pacing in front of Shawn.

"Gus," Shawn said, but Gus just kept on talking.

"You should be in the hospital. Why are you here? Your dad's going to flip out. Shawn, what were you thinking?"

"Are you done?" Shawn asked quietly, looking up at Gus, who had stopped. Gus nodded. "What was I thinking? What were you thinking? Being an accessory to theft, inside a police station, that's a felony, Gus. How could you let him talk you into it?" Shawn yelled back at him.

"Oh right. Gus can't think for himself. He just goes along with anything anyone named Spencer tells him to. For your information, I'm here because I don't want anything else to happen to you," Gus said loudly. After he said it, he was slightly embarrassed and turned away.

Shawn sat in shock and processed what Gus had just said. "Oh, wow. Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not at the hospital because I don't want you to go to jail," he told Gus, "because of me." The two friends looked at each other.

"So, are we cool?" Shawn asked Gus.

"Yeah, for now. But I'm taking your butt home, after we talk to the Chief."

"Deal." They fist bumped. Juliet entered the office.

"Heads up guys, here they come," she said as Vick, Lassiter, and Henry approached the office.

"This is not going to be fun," Shawn muttered.

The scene in the evidence room a few minutes before….

Henry quickly scanned the boxes that lined the shelves of the room. He found the M's and pulled out the Martin box. He rooted through the box and pulled out the video tape. "Gotcha," he cried.

"I could say the same thing to you right now, Henry," the Chief said catching him off guard. Henry spun around and almost dropped the tape.

"Karen, I have a good explanation for being here," he told her.

"Yes, I know."

"You know?" he said, eyebrows arching in surprise. "How do you know?"

"Your son is sitting in my office," she said. His expression of surprise turned to one of anger.

"My son is where?" he asked. He moved past her and was blocked by Lassiter in the doorway.

"I'll take the tape, Henry," Lassiter said. Henry brought the tape up and reluctantly handed it to Lassiter.

"Let's go talk in my office," the Chief said quietly. "We'll figure this thing out."

The three arrived in the office to find Gus sitting next to Shawn, Shawn with his head resting back on the couch, and Juliet standing next the door. When Henry, Lassiter, and Karen entered, Shawn lifted up his head. Henry looked furious. Both Shawn and Gus swallowed nervously.

"Nice job of distraction, Gus," Henry fumed.

"Well, I," Gus started nervously as Henry paced in front of them. Shawn stood up and faced his father.

"Don't you start on him! You shouldn't have involved him at all," Shawn said, keeping one hand on the arm of the sofa to keep from falling over.

"And you! I knew I should have handcuffed you to that damn hospital bed," Henry turned on Shawn. "Do you know how much danger you are in and how much worse you just made it?"

"Don't you blame this on me. You're the one who made this agreement. Then you drag Gus into it. Nice work, Dad." Shawn gripped the arm a little harder. He was starting to feel a little light headed. Yelling probably wasn't good for a concussion.

"Oh, so now I'm a prick for wanting to save my son's life. Well, excuse me for caring," Henry yelled right in Shawn's face. Henry noticed little beads of sweat starting to form on Shawn's forehead. Shawn started to teeter, like he was about to fall over.

"Okay, that's enough. Henry, sit down, you too, Mr. Spencer," Karen scolded the two Spencers. Shawn seemed to be in a daze and kept standing. Gus grabbed Shawn's other elbow, just as Shawn's knees were weakening.

"Hey, sit down, Shawn," Gus said to his friend, trying to get Shawn to sit down. Then to Henry, Gus said, "Yeah, stop yelling at him. He's worried about you, too." Shawn lost his battle to stay upright and collapsed against the couch.

"Damn. Shawn? I think he blacked out," Gus said.

"O'Hara, go get a cool washcloth or something," the Chief said. "Henry, Gus, lay him down flat on the sofa with his feet raised." Gus and Henry complied quickly and Lassiter just watched from his side of the room and shook his head. Karen walked over to the end of the couch as Gus tried to rouse Shawn. Juliet entered with a cool, damp cloth and placed it on Shawn's forehead. Gus knelt down next to Shawn.

"Why is he out of the hospital? He shouldn't be here," Henry whispered, standing at the end of the couch where Shawn's head was.

"Maybe we should call an ambulance and take him back," Juliet suggested.

"No, I'm good. Just a little light-headed," Shawn said without opening his eyes. Everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief. Shawn started to try to sit up, but Gus stopped him.

"Just stay there for a minute," Gus told him, sternly.

"How are we going to stop this guy?" Shawn asked making eye contact with his father.

"I don't know, Shawn. This is one cruel character. I'm not sure how to approach it," Henry said honestly.

"Can I make a suggestion?" Lassiter finally piped up. Everyone looked at him.

"Please go ahead, Detective," Karen said.

"Henry should meet Martin as planned with the tape, or a facsimile of it. We put a wire on Henry and try to get Martin to admit to something," Lassiter said.

"That's your plan?" Gus asked, "The whole thing? Are you taking lessons from Shawn? Ow!" Gus yelled after getting slapped by Shawn on the back of the head.

"Do you have any better ideas?" Lassiter asked Gus. "We can arrest him on suspicion of murder, but there's nothing to hold him on." Gus looked at Shawn.

"And that will just make him mad," Henry added.

"Didn't you see him kill the gang members? It's all you talked about after they brought you back to your dad's," Gus asked Shawn.

"It's all fuzzy," Shawn admitted. Gus and Henry were surprised at Shawn's admission, after he was adamant about Martin killing earlier.

"Traumatic experiences and head injuries can interfere with memory," Karen told them. "Okay, I think we should go with Lassiter's plan. Tomorrow, Carlton, you and O'Hara will stay at the Psych Office with Shawn and Gus, as a precaution. It's in a public area, less points of access than your house, Henry. Henry, we'll meet you at the office as well at about 9pm. We'll get you set-up with a wire and you can leave from there."

"Are you sure a wire is a good idea?" Henry asked.

"Martin likes to brag. I'm banking on him admitting something to you," Lassiter told him.

"My dad's life is a pretty big bet there, Lassie," Shawn added and glared at Lassiter. Lassiter was about to comment.

"Shawn, its fine," Henry said putting his hand on Shawn's shoulder reassuringly.

"Tonight, I'll have an unmarked car at your house, Henry. Just in case. Mr. Spencer, I'll suggest you stay at your father's."

"Okay, but I don't think I'd have much say in the matter," Shawn said, glancing at his father. Henry nodded in agreement.