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Here's chapter 10!

~cosette141

"Shawn!"

Shawn flinched, the detonator held tight in his hand, the sound of his own name sending a chill down his spine. Henry had never used that tone before. It was devoid of any anger, any frustration, any irritation.

It was pure fear.

Capone's gun was aimed squarely at Shawn's chest, but his eyes were fixed on the detonator. Capone's mouth had dropped open slightly in shock. He hesitated, stunned, then demanded, "How the hell did you know about that?"

Shawn's eyes flicked to the device, then back to Capone, mind working quickly to find a response. "Uh—you and I were both there when Hunt told you I was psychic, right?"

Capone's eyes narrowed further in anger. "Give it to me."

Shawn looked from the device to Capone, and stubbornly said, "No."

"Shawn!"

Shawn snuck a look back at Henry, who was standing in the doorway to the room, chest heaving, face drained of color. He seemed at a loss for words.

Something shifted in the corner of Shawn's vision and he whipped back around. Capone lifted one of the tables he overturned and shoved it roughly out of his way. It hit the wall with a crash. Eyes narrowed dangerously, Capone took a step toward Shawn.

Shawn stumbled instinctively away, his back hitting the wall. He raised the device in front of him, warily eyeing Capone's gun. "Stop—stop right there," he demanded, slightly out of breath. Capone stopped where he was, eyes catching Shawn's grip on the device.

"What was your plan, really?" asked Capone, slipping the gun into the waistband of his jeans, casually crossing his arms. The movement pulled his suit jacket slightly back, revealing deep red across the white dress shirt, stained with Shawn's blood from their walk down the hallway. Shawn felt his stomach twist with discomfort and Capone's eyes burned into his. "You stroll in here with my detonator, and what?"

"You walk outside with us," said Shawn slowly, nodding toward the door. He winced as his leg throbbed painfully, shifting his weight and leaned further into the wall. He blinked away his lightheadedness, swallowing hard. "And surrender."

A sick smile crossed Capone's face, and he said, "Did you think that was going to work?"

Shawn lifted an eyebrow, gesturing with the detonator, as if it was obvious. "Do I really have to spell it out for you?" said Shawn slowly, voice hardening. "You come with us or boom goes the dynamite."

"It's c4."

"I've—"

"Shawn!"

Shawn sighed exasperatedly, not taking his eyes off Capone. "What?"

"He's a psychopath!" exclaimed Henry, his voice laced with desperate anger. "How many times do I have to tell you that psychos don't negotiate?"

Shawn ignored him and glared at Capone. "Start walking."

Capone's smile grew. "I'm not going anywhere."

Shawn hesitated; he had expected Capone to cave instantly. Isn't that what people did when faced with imminent death? He had the power to blow them all into oblivion. If Capone didn't leave, Shawn would just threaten to pull the trigger and Capone would be forced to comply.

That is, if Capone believed he would actually do it.

Shawn shifted his stance, heart beating gradually faster as Capone burned his gaze into Shawn's eyes, his sick smile making Shawn's skin crawl.

"Okay," said Capone, nodding in mock understanding. "You seem to be a little new at this. Let me show you how it's done." He pulled out his gun again, making Shawn's heart triple in speed. Capone aimed it at Henry's chest.

Shawn's eyes widened, nearly dropping the device in surprise. "What—"

"Now," said Capone, the glare slipping seamlessly back into his features. "You give me the detonator, or I shoot your friend."

"What—no, no, no!" demanded Shawn angrily, knowing exactly what Capone was trying to do. Shawn's grip tightened on the device, his mind racing to keep the negotiations under his control. "You shoot him, I—I pull the trigger!"

"Shawn!" yelled Henry, in the fatherly tone he only ever used when Shawn was in deep trouble. Anger boiled under his skin, his own name sounding like nails on a chalkboard.

"Dad," exclaimed Shawn in irritation. "Just—"

"Dad?" repeated Capone with interest. Shawn glared at him as Capone drawled, "So, I guess I'll rephrase my earlier statement. You give me the detonator, or your father eats a bullet."

This is so not how this was supposed to go, thought Shawn nervously. He winced as his leg throbbed again, making him press even harder into the wall. There wasn't much here to keep him upright. He took a shallow breath and fought to find a new plan. He was smart, he'd been a detective for two years, trained as one for his entire life, surely he could think of something to fix this.

"Fine," said Shawn through clenched teeth. "I'll give you the detonator."

"Shawn!"

Shawn ignored his father, watching satisfaction creep into Capone's eyes and his smile widened. "Smart boy."

"On one condition," snapped Shawn. Capone's eyes narrowed. Shawn cleared his throat and said, "You let my father go."

Capone leaned slowly back, eyeing Shawn, considering. He flicked his eyes toward Henry, then back to Shawn. "That is not how this works."

"Look," said Shawn sharply, done with playing the man's game. "You let him go, you still have me as a hostage. Unless you want us all to go up in flames," he said slowly, nodding to the device. "Let him go."

Held at gunpoint, Shawn knew Henry was biting his tongue on whatever he wanted to say. Shawn watched Capone in silence as the man considered, and finally nodded his head.

"Fine." said Capone slowly. "He can go. Then you give me the device."

Shawn sighed internally in relief, and said, "Dad, go."

"The hell I will!"

Shawn felt his own anger rise and he whipped roughly around and growled, "Dad, just go! I can handle—"

"I don't care what you can handle, Shawn!" exclaimed Henry, face red with fury. "I am not leaving you here!"

Shawn glared at him, feeling his own desperation crawling into his tone. If he could get Henry out of the building, at least then one of them would make it out of this mess. His grip tightened on the device in frustration, and he growled, "Dad, either you leave or we all die!"

"Then we all die, Shawn!"

It was at that moment that Shawn realized he shouldn't have taken his eyes off Capone. Because before he knew it, something strong and hard struck him in the side and Capone tackled him to the ground. Shawn cried out in surprise as his back painfully struck the wall, shooting pain in his shoulder and head. His leg singed sharply as he landed on it, and Shawn cringed.

"Shawn!"

Shawn blinked his eyes open, seeing stars. He shook himself, pressing a hand to his aching head, when he realized something crucial.

His hand was empty.

He barely heard Henry scream his name as a deafening sound filled his ears and the bomb exploded.

a/n: thanks for reading!