A/N-Here's the next chapter! I hope you enjoy! It is another bridge chapter of sorts. Less so than the last. I hope you like it! Please review!
Disclaimer- Shockingly enough, Psych still isn't mine.
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Shawn and Juliet felt the van lurch to a stop beneath them. Juliet squeezed Shawn's arm in support, seeing as his hands were still tied behind his back. They heard loud voices outside the car for a few moments before the door at the back was thrown open. The bright sunlight blinded Shawn and Juliet.
"Oh look. We've got a handful here." One of the thugs said, indicating Juliet, whose blindfold and gag were gone and whose hands were in front of her. All three men present were the ones who had attacked them earlier. They were all wearing black ski masks, hiding their identities.
"Oh don't worry. I'm sure that he'll be able to break them down."
Shawn and Juliet exchanged a nervous glance. So they would be interrogated. Or worse—tortured.
One of the men hopped into the back of the van, pulling Juliet into a standing position by her wrists. He walked her to the edge of the car and let her hop to the ground where another man grabbed her bound wrists tightly, preventing her from running away. The man in the truck went back for Shawn. Unable to grab his wrists, he grabbed the scruff of Shawn's shirt. Instead of walking him to the edge and letting him hop out as he did Juliet, the thug pushed Shawn savagely out of the car, sending him crashing down into the dirt in front of his comrades' feet.
"Shawn!" Juliet dropped to her knees next to her friend.
"Don't worry Jules, I'm fine." Shawn spluttered.
One man grabbed Juliet underneath the arm and forced her to stand up. The two remaining men pulled up Shawn who, still dizzy from his head injury, was unable to stand on his own. The men led Juliet and half dragged-half carried Shawn towards their destination. Shawn took the opportunity to notice his surroundings. They had pulled into what looked like a giant garage/mini hangar. Shawn assumed that it was a storage area of some sort. There were a few other cars around as well as several hundred unmarked, brown boxes. They were being led towards a plain wood door leading out of the massive room. Once they went through the door, they entered an eerie looking hallway. The walls, floors and ceiling were all the same make. Concrete. Where are we? Shawn thought. It looked like they were in some sort of bunker.
Shawn and Juliet were led to the door on the right at the end of the hallway. On their way, they passed several different rooms, all seemingly unoccupied. The door was opened and the two were forced into the room. Shawn, unable to catch himself, was once again sent crashing into the floor.
"You two just sit tight. He will be with you soon."
"Who? Who will be with us soon? Why did you bring us here? What do you want with us?" Juliet asked, hate accenting every word she spoke.
The man just chuckled. "Come now detective. You don't really expect me to answer that, do you?"
Shawn and Juliet exchanged a look. How did they know that she was a detective?
"You will find out in due time." With that the man closed the door, engulfing them in darkness once more.
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About ten minutes later, the door to Shawn and Juliet's makeshift cell was opened once more. An important looking man walked in, followed by two of his thugs.
"Shawn Spencer. Detective O'Hara. I'm so glad you could join us" His voice boomed around the small room. "I expect your journey was comfortable?" He asked sarcastically.
It was Shawn who answered "Wonderful. Excellent. I do have one complaint. Well two actually. The cabin lighting was just dreadful and I only got one bag of mini pretzels."
That earned him a kick in the stomach.
Shawn coughed "Wow Robert Madison. You sure know how to treat your guests. Are you by chance Greek?" Shawn asked sarcastically. The 'Robert Madison' was really a shot in the dark, but hey. It made sense.
The man in front of him faltered for half a second. This didn't go unnoticed by Shawn.
"Yes, you guessed it. But, Mr. Spencer, right now I would advise you to keep your mouth shut. After all, Detective O'Hara is the one I really want. You are just collateral damage."
Shawn looked up at Juliet and saw a flicker of fear in her eyes. It was gone as soon as it came.
"You see" Madison continued, "I have a little problem. A certain partner of mine decided to steal from me. Well, I can tell you that that was a mistake. He was dead before he could leave Santa Barbara. However, he hid my money. I want it back. And I believe that Detective O'Hara here knows where it is."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Juliet replied honestly.
"Well if you come with me, I'm going to see if we can… jog your memory." Madison said maliciously.
Shawn once again saw fear in Juliet's eyes. This time it didn't go away. He couldn't stand it. He wouldn't let anything happen to Juliet. He told her that everything would be okay. He wasn't about to let her down.
The two men behind Robert Madison came forward and grabbed Juliet. She screamed and kicked, but she couldn't get away from their tight grips.
"No!" Shawn shouted, "Stop! Stop it Madison!"
Juliet stopped screaming and turned to look at Shawn. They made eye contact. Knowing what he planned on doing she shook her head at him. Don't do it. Don't do it Shawn!
Shawn ignored her "I'm a psychic. I can help you find your money. Take me. Just... don't hurt her."
Madison smiled. His men dropped Juliet where they stood and moved to pick up Shawn. This was exactly what he wanted.
"Fine. Have it your way."
Shawn gave Juliet a reassuring nod before he was led out of the cell. The door was closed behind him, darkness taking over once more. And Juliet was left behind. She was left alone.
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Awww poor Juliet! Shawn is such a sweetheart! Self sacrifice. That's Shawn Spencer for ya. I hope you enjoyed! Please REVIEW! Thanks to everyone who has so far! And thanks to unpocoloco13 for the wonderful suggestions! :D I apologize for any mistakes, I was too lazy to proof read!
