Once again, thank you, Jen, Nayha, and Psycho4Life!
Also, Happy late Halloween! :D
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Previously
The cars crashed with a bang.
Suddenly, Juliet was thrown forward as her car skidded over to a house, knocking into the mailbox.
With a loud bang, the airbag exploded, knocking Juliet back.
Her last thought was of Shawn.
Then everything disappeared.
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Shawn blearily blinked, and the basement swam into view. Taking inventory, he found that each breath sent sharp pains up his body, the cuts on his back were definitely reopened, and his head hurt worse than when he had to listen to Gus' boring pharmaceutical salesman speech.
That said a lot.
Speaking of Gus, Shawn turned and saw that his best friend was passed out in a pool of his own blood. "Gus," Shawn tried to say, but his voice didn't seem to work.
Shawn scrabbled at the wall, trying to stand up. Unfortunately, there were no handholds, so Shawn decided to crawl across the room.
He wasn't sure where Dr. Pines had gone, but Shawn was going to escape.
Shawn heaved his body forward, ignoring the pounding in his head, and began slowly crawling towards the door. He imagined that Lassie was just beyond the door. Just get to Lassie. Lassie will arrest Dr. Pines if you get to him.
When Shawn reached the bottom of the steps after what seemed like ages, he stopped. He couldn't breathe well; each breath was a painful gasp. Also, were those voices coming from the other side of the door?
Shawn squeezed his eyes shut. He could do this. Shawn slowly hauled his body up each step. One. Two. Three. Four.
Just as Shawn reached up to open the door, the door banged open, causing a horrifying crunch when it slammed into his face.
Shawn imagined Lassie was there, holding him and begging him to stay awake.
Shawn fell asleep.
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Lassiter stared in anguish at Spencer's still form in his arms. "McNab!" he shouted. "Call 911!"
As McNab hastily pulled out his phone, Lassiter could not stop the guilt that formed in his chest.
In the car, Lassiter and McNab had stared in shock at the blood covering McNab's hands. "That has to be Spencer's!" Lassiter had exclaimed, throwing open the car door.
When they had gotten to the front door, Lassiter and McNab saw a car speeding out from the garage. Inside was .
Cursing, Lassiter had radioed for backup, and entered the house with McNab close behind.
The rooms were all empty, but Lassiter had had a feeling about the basement…
And after kicking the door open, this is what he had found.
"The ambulances are on their way," McNab reported, jerking Lassiter out of the memory.
Lassiter looked down at Spencer and felt for a pulse. Luckily, the fake psychic was still alive. Otherwise, Lassiter would have been the one to kill him.
A sharp ringing cut through the air.
Lassiter's phone.
O'Hara was calling.
With a bad feeling, Lassiter slowly pressed talk.
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Juliet deliriously pressed the phone closer to her head when her partner picked up. "What is it, O'Hara?" he asked, sounding tired.
Juliet smiled. "I wanted to hear your voice."
She shifted a little in her car seat, smearing blood over the seatbelt.
"Why? What happened?" Now Lassiter sounded downright scared.
"I'm fine," Juliet insisted, drawing out her words. "I was coming for you!" She giggled.
"O'Hara. Where are you?" Lassiter asked her, sounding scarily serious.
"Right around the corner!" Juliet exclaimed, unbuckling her seat belt.
Lassiter didn't respond, and Juliet looked at her phone.
The words on her phone were strangely blurry and too bright, so Juliet guessed Lassiter had hung up.
I'll just take a nap, she decided, and the phone fell from her grip.
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Lassiter sped over to his car and climbed in, ignoring McNab's questions. Something was seriously wrong with O'Hara, and if she really was around the corner, Lassiter would help her.
The car turned the corner and Lassiter gasped in shock. There had been a collision—one car was looking beat-up on someone's lawn, and the other was flipped over.
Lassiter jerked his car to a stop and ran out, heading over to the car on the lawn. O'Hara's car.
As Lassiter ran over, he called 911 and reported the crash.
"What a mess this night has been. Spencer and Guster are half dead, O'Hara's in a car crash, and Pines escaped." Lassiter mumbled as he opened the car door.
O'Hara was in there, unconscious.
She mostly looked okay, but her shoulder and forehead were bleeding, and she probably had a head injury, judging by the way she was talking on the phone earlier.
Lassiter came to his senses as he realized there was another car involved in the crash.
That person was probably dead.
Was O'Hara driving recklessly? Did she mindlessly kill some civilian?
Lassiter walked over to the other car, feeling some sort of recognition as he looked at it. Lassiter had seen that car recently.
Shoving open the upside-down car door, Lassiter gasped when he saw who was inside.
Dr. Pines.
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The next few hours were a blur.
Lassiter helped O'Hara get into an ambulance, drove over and helped Guster and Spencer get into an ambulance, and confirmed that Dr. Pines did not need an ambulance. He was dead.
Then there was the business of calling people. He called Henry Spencer first of all; the man would be livid if he was not informed. Next, Lassiter had to call Winnie and Bill Guster to tell them about their son. That call had been a hard one.
The next call Lassiter made was purely business. He updated Chief Vick on what had happened, telling about not only the night's events, but what had happened leading up to them.
After that ordeal, Lassiter drove over to the hospital and sat in the waiting room.
If it had been anyone else, he would have left to give a statement, but this was O'Hara. This was Spencer. This was Guster.
And this was not okay.
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