Ahhhh! Really sorry for the long update wait. I'm a horrible person, I know. But just read this, please. I wrote it all at once because I felt really bad for not updating in like a month. But this story is nearing to a close, in case you didn't notice. So here's some non-psycho material(in other words, some Shawn, Gus and Juliet).

Chapter 10

After getting over the initial shock of the new knowledge, Juliet promptly had the paper sent for handwriting analysis. Of course, they couldn't be expected to get anywhere, after all no one wrote in capital letters, but it was worth a shot. It gave Juliet something to do besides agonize over her partner's fate.

Then there was Shawn. Oh, he really couldn't have asked her out in a more impromptu moment. She was distressed and distracted enough, the last thing she wanted to do was jump up and down like a school girl because he had finally done what she had been waiting for all these years of knowing him. Sure, Shawn might be obnoxious, childish and Lassiter might hate him (though Lassiter hated a lot of people), but he was funny too, and nice and had clearly been crushing on her for a while now. And it was actually kinda cute how he got all embarrassed from that little slip up in the security booth. So she would give him a chance. But not until after this fiasco was done and over with. Juliet shook her head, she needed to get her priorities straight, and right now they were find Detective Lassiter first, think about Shawn later.

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Meanwhile, back in the Blueberry as they drove back to SPBD, Shawn was having similar thoughts about Juliet, only he was being more vocal.

"So, you think she'll agree?" he asked his friend, who sighed.

"I'm sure she will Shawn, just don't agonize over it. Be your usual, woman-charming self and it'll be fine. That's the number one thing I've learned about women, be yourself around them, or the self that they know you for. That and never let them meet your psychic best friend. Now stop thinking about her, you need to focus on the case. Lassiter could be hurt, or worse."

Shawn felt immediately guilty. For once, he didn't have a witty response to that. Gus was right, he needed to be focused on finding the detective. As much as the detective hated him, he got the feeling that Lassie was relying on him. Not that the detective would ever admit that, but still, Shawn had this gut feeling.

They pulled up in front of the station as Shawn sat, deep in thought over anything that could possibly help them.

As they entered the station, Juliet approached them.

"I sent the ledger to handwriting analysis and well as for fingerprints, but we doubt that will turn up anything, as the killer was wearing gloves. You haven't thought of anything new? Haven't had a psychic vision?"

Shawn looked at her earnestly. He had been racking his brain for information for the past ten minutes on the drive to the station and hadn't come up with anything. "I'm sorry, Jules, I've tried and tried, but I just can't get a psychic signal latched on. I-" his voice trailed off as he saw something out of the corner of his eye. A flyer, stapled to the wall: Tall Hills Construction it said.

Tall Hills construction. His mind flashed back to the security booth. The man had been wearing construction boots, with mud on them. And etched faintly, barely noticeable on the blurry camera, were a few letters he could barely make out. Tal His. So a few letters had been missing, but he had assumed that it was just a shoe company or something like that. He grinned, then cried out as he faked yet another psychic vision.

He stumbled towards the flyer, ripped it off the wall with both hands and then proceeded to wave it around in front of Juliet's face, all the while making his limbs to sporadic movements. After a few seconds of this dangling, Juliet finally grabbed the flyer and Shawn sagged in relief onto a nearby chair.

"Tall Hill Construction." she read out loud.

"I feel that our killer worked there, recently," he said. The mud on the boots had been fresh, like he had just been working. "Look up all the employees at the place that work at sights near or within Santa Barbara. And search for anyone of them who has a medical degree or at anytime went to college for medicine. Somewhere it just rained, around that time. He would have been working there."

Juliet was already barking orders to one of the nearby police officers, who immediately typed in what she asked for. The Chief came out of the office. "What's all this commotion? A break in the case?" She was exhausted. Just a few minutes ago she had finished her rant at the hospital security. The damn people had hung up on her! But they lost her head detective, they weren't getting off easy.

Juliet looked immensely relieved when she answered the chief. "Shawn had a major break through. We might be able to get the kidnapper's home address."

"Great job, Spencer," said Vick, turning to the psychic detective. "I really do hope this psychic stuff of your's pays off, because if it doesn't and Detective Lassiter winds up dead because of it, you are going to have to face me."

Shawn nodded, confidently. He knew she wouldn't hesitate to do everything in her power to make him pay for lying, but he also knew that in this case, he was right. At least he hoped he was, because despite the Irish detective's gruffness towards Shawn, he was beginning to rather like the man.

"We found it!" a voice exclaimed. The group of four, Vick, Juliet, Shawn and Gus, turned in excitement to see McNab shouting triumphantly.

"Nick Jones, former doctor in Los Angeles before his mother passed away from terminal cancer. Oncologist. He hasn't been working as a doctor, but has applied to several job interviews at different hospitals in the Santa Barbara area. All of them were where our victim's were at. Explains how he knew the hospital. Probably got a tour and everything. He applied for a job with Tall Hill Construction after an accident involving some of their equipment got him injured. He didn't sue them, so I guess they couldn't have said no. Hold on, here's his boss's number."

Juliet dialed the number. "Hello?"

Bob Essie here.

"This is Detective Juliet O'Hara from the SBPD. I was wondering if Nick Jones came in today."

He didn't! What's this about? Did he do something wrong?

"Thank you, Mr. Essie, very much, Your help was appreciated."

After she hung up the phone, Juliet nodded. "I think it's him. No Nick at work today, and he fits everything we saw so far from the tapes and profile. Let's go get him."

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"Nick Jones? Open up! This is SBPD!" Juliet yelled as she pounded on the door. It was twenty minutes later that she found herself at the man's house with a fully armed police team ready to come in with her. Shawn and Gus were following at the very back so they wouldn't be in as much danger.

When Nick failed to answer the door, Juliet tried one more time. "Nick Jones? We're coming in!" With a single motion, she indicated it was time to crash down the door. Two officers kicked down the door as one and the police began pouring into the house. The first thing that Juliet noticed was the stairs leading down to a steel door. Where Nick must be. That would explain why he didn't answer, he probably didn't hear them. And Lassiter might be down there.

She motioned for 3 officers to follow her. The door being steel, she wasn't expecting to be able to kick it open, so she simply pulled it open after whispering for the three officers to step back. The bright light poured into the room, and she saw a figure in a surgeon's mask pull out a gun at her.

"Freeze!" she yelled, but he pulled the trigger instead. As she went down, Juliet saw him being taken down by an onslaught of bullets, courtesy of the other officers.

Like I said before, I am SOOO sorry. I just, well, sort of forgot about this story. That, and I was on vacation. But don't kill me, please, otherwise you'll never hear the rest of the story. Anyway, I extend my humblest and most sincere apologies to those who were in any way offended or hurt by the prolonged update time of this story. I will try to post the next chapter within a week or two! Nothing like last time! So, please, read and review. Tell me what you think.