A/N: Okay, okay, I know I've been AWOL for a while, but i have an explanation: School Has Been HELL! In fact, I wrote this chapter, and tomorrow I have a History test I still have to study for, so cut me 0.00001% slack. And this chapter is kinda short, but it's got the whump, yeah!

Ch 10: A Shocking Case.

It only took an explosion to rouse Juliet O'Hara from her disturbed slumber. Moaning in pain from the ache in her joints after a struggle against Lindsey Leiken, she pried open her eyes and found Shawn lying on his side, secured to a chair, in front of her. She blinked, taking in his surprised expression.

'Jules! You're up!' he greeted. And then a foot came in her field of view, kicking Shawn in the gut. He winced in pain and grunted, 'Gently, please. There's a reason why I use baby shampoo for my hair.'

'Hey!' Juliet finally came to her senses and shouted, directing her fury on Allison. A partially bloody cut stretched down her cheek and she glared at Juliet briefly, before flipping Shawn's chair on its back with a bang, and dragging him across the room, away from Juliet. Finally, the junior detective realised what was happening. This must be the "torturing her boyfriend" part. Juliet struggled against the cool metal chain which tied her arms to the wall behind her.

'Don't you dare lay a finger on him!' Juliet warned. But it was an empty threat.

And Allison knew that.

So did Shawn. And then Juliet saw the cut across Shawn's jaw and the split lip. Something was off, but she couldn't make it out. Shawn seemed more subdued than he had been earlier.

And there was something in his eyes, an emotion Juliet simply couldn't place . . .

And then she saw the lean, menacing figure in the doorway, which couldn't have been Leiken by any means, step out of the shadows.

She could finally place the emotion in Shawn's eyes.

Terror.

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'Mr. Spencer, I can't say it's very nice to meet you again,' Charles Wignall said in his soft, calm voice. Juliet could see the skin around Shawn's eyes tighten, and the crows feet wrinkles by his eyes deepened as he plastered a smirk on his face, 'Can't say you are . . . seeing how I got your diplomatic immunity revoked and all.'

'That, and you ruined my life,' Wignall took a step closer to where Shawn sat. 'My acquaintances rejected me, my job was taken, my wife divorced me . . .'

'That's a bummer, man,' Shawn swallowed. 'Now, even though I'm not divorced, not even married, for that matter, but I do have some sound advice for you . . . don't try and get her back, see, because—'

'Yeah, see,' Wignall interrupted. 'That's not entirely possible.'

'It's not?' Shawn froze. Recovering quickly, he chuckled, 'Heh! Well, you'd probably hate telling good ol' me why that is, right?'

'I guess you could just say,' Wignall approached Shawn, and drew out something from behind his back. Juliet's breath caught as she realized what it was, and another glint of the metal confirmed her fears.

Meanwhile Wignall continued calmly, 'That I took care of her incessant pity party and gossiping.'

'What, you kill her too?' Shawn jabbed, eyes flitting nervously to the now exposed blade in Wignall's hand.

'More or less,' Wignall locked his eyes on Shawn. 'And I blame you . . . I loved her, and you made me kill her.'

'Okay, Charley-Boy, calm down,' Shawn said slowly, eyes widening as Wignall's eyes hardened. 'I'm sure you loved your wife . . . so much that you wanted to end the pain you caused her. And you did it.'

'Shawn,' Juliet dared to whisper. It wasn't the best idea to play with the mind of the guy who had a knife the side of Juliet's forearms.

'Is that what you call it?' Wignall lowered the knife a bit, and Shawn relaxed slightly, encouraging in a soft voice, 'Of course.'

'Well, I call it murder. In cold blood,' growling, the Brit forced Shawn's head up, placing the knife against his neck.

'Don't hurt him!' Juliet commanded. Wignall turned his gaze to her, and the expression in his eyes made Juliet's heart stop. He looked psychotic, and she decided to drop the hard-ass cop mode. 'Please.'

'Jules,' Shawn croaked, and Wignall pressed the blade into his skin harder, eliciting a grunt of pain from Shawn as a drop of bright red blood started trailing down his pale throat.

'Don't do it, Wignall!' Juliet pleaded.

'Why not?' the man growled. 'He ruined me! I have all the right to kill him. Don't you agree, detective?' his expression turned desperate.

'No, Wignall, I don't. Frankly, you're asking me if I think you killing the guy I love is right!' Juliet snapped. The desperation disappeared, and the cold look came back in his eyes.

'Well, that's your bad,' he said simply, motioning in Juliet's direction. For a moment, she didn't get it. And then she realized she had completely forgotten about Allison. However, the psycho made sure to make her presence felt in a dramatic way as she came close to Juliet.

Juliet screamed out in pain, the sudden, sharp pain drowning out Shawn's desperate cries of her name. As soon as the taser left her skin, she groaned in pain, and finally registered Shawn's pleading, which was coupled with gasps of pain and a choking voice.

Opening her eyes, she could see the blade had made a good gash on Shawn's throat, and that Wignall was giving her an odd, fascinated look that made her feel nauseous.

'Jules, are you okay?' Shawn asked in a worried voice. Trying hard to get back her breath and get up from where she now lay on the floor, Juliet nodded slowly, before whispering in a hoarse voice, 'I'm okay.'

'That's just too bad,' Allison chided, before putting the taser back against the exposed area on the side of her neck. Juliet cried out in pain, and she shut her eyes tight, screaming for all she was worth, struggling to get away from the constant supply of electricity. But the pain didn't stop, not until she could do nothing but whimper, softly whispering Shawn's name, asking him to make it stop.

It was a while before she could open her eyes and register Shawn's worried face barely inches from her. The electricity had set her body to vibration mode, and she shook in Shawn's shielding arms. Finally, she could feel her shirt and his skin against her own body and she held on tightly to him, for once, not caring about the facts, and how Shawn was right beside her.

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Shawn shouted himself hoarse as Allison laughed maniacally, and Wignall snickered along with her, enjoying seeing Juliet writhe in pain.

Panic rose in his chest as he watched Juliet's desperate and pain screaming, and then sw her body slacken after a brief struggle, finally giving out after her head hit the ground. Her screaming was reduced to pained whimpering, and he could hear every pain laced word escaping her lips as she pleaded for the feeling to stop.

'Shawn,' she whimpered, a tear escaping her eyes. Shawn paused his continuous screaming of profanities and threats, and Juliet continued, 'Help. Make it stop.'

Her voice cracked at the last word and Shawn replied, 'I promise, I will, sweetheart! Hold on, Jules! Just hold on, and I swear its going to be okay!'

'Hm, I dunno 'bout that, Shawnie,' Allison smirked.

'Let her go, Alli, we don't want her to die just yet,' Wignall said. Allison increase the voltage briefly, and Juliet's body convulsed, before pulling away the taser from her neck. Wignall went ahead and sliced off the ropes binding Shawn's hand to the table and his feet to the legs of the chair.

Shawn shot up from his seat, knocking the chair over in the process, and he couldn't have cared lass.

He dropped to his knees and gathered Juliet in his arms, holding her close as she shivered. Gradually, he felt her grasp on him tighten, and she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt. Shawn held his girlfriend close, his frantic mind deciding never to let her go as he felt her silent tears dampen his shoulder.

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Mushy, maybe. But do review!