I made this a lot longer, but I feel I'm either rushing it, or running out of ideas. (I think maybe both). So, sorry if it sounds really complicated and just goes on and on. It's going to take a while for me to update this because I have to think up some things. lol

"I need to get a glimpse of the whole building." Shawn said, totally serious.
"You can't."
"Why not?" his face now confused.
"Because! Look at yourself! Have you not noticed?!" She raised her voice, obviously still frustrated by his previous acts of the night. Or yesterday? What time was it?
He looked down and saw that he was trapped, chained to the wall, with little space to walk around. He looked around some more and saw that Juliet was, too, chained to the wall. Oh no.
"Did you get a look at the kidnapper?"
"No, he was wearing a mask, why?"
He reached into his back pocket and bingo! He found it; his phone. "The kidnapper was too stupid not to check for phones?" he looked though his contacts and clicked 'Lassieface'. "Lassie, listen, Jules and I are trapped somewhere. I need you to trace this call."
"Spencer, stay calm, don't panic."
"I'm not!"
Juliet shot him a glare to be quiet.
"I've almost got it, just keep talking."
"Sure, that won't be a problem." Shawn said sarcastically, he was suddenly annoyed by the older detective.
"Got it. We've got back up on the way. We'll get you both out of there."
"Thanks, Lass." he said and hung up; slipping the phone back in his pocket.
"Why are we wanted here? I haven't solved a case in... " he started to count on his fingers. "I don't know, what time is?"
"You don't have a watch?"
"No, sorry. It was ruined with some wine. I meant to buy another. And it wasn't your wine that ruined it. It was some wine I had a couple weeks ago." he came up with an excuse. It was her wine that ruined it.
"Oh, okay."
"I'm sorry, Jules. For everything."
"Please, stop. I can't, not right now. Please, can we talk about something else?" the hurt from earlier resurfacing on her face.
Not pressing the issue, he agreed. "Alright. What's your favorite Beegee?"
"Really? That's what you want to talk about?"
"It's the first thing that came to my mind. So? What is it?"
"Barry." she relented.
"Barry? Wow. Okay, moving on. Favorite Beetle?"
"Are you going to keep asking me questions about who my favorie member of a band is?"
"Yes? Come on Jules, this is the best I can do to pass the time."
"I think I should ask you a question. When were you planning on telling me? Did you think that you could go forever, lying to me my entire life?" she was near tears again. She had told herself she wouldn't talk about it, but she had to know.
"Jules." he mumbled. "I'm sorry, okay? It was a mistake. I should have told them the truth from the start. I thought about telling you many times."
"Why didn't you do it?"
"Because I was afraid." There it was. Out in the open, now. And he wasn't lying, he WAS afraid to tell her. "Because I knew I'd lose you."
"Well you did." She had to pretend now. She had to pretend that she doesn't care about him anymore. But she does, she's never had feelings for anyone like this before. Maybe that's why it hurts so much.
"Spencer! O'Hara!" Lassiter's voice, along with some other officers.
"That was really fast. And easy? This kidnapper guy must be a beginner." Shawn joked, trying to get out of the serious conversation he was in, and Lassie was here just in time to save him from admiting something else.
"We're in here!" Juliet called.
Lassiter kicked the door in and rushed to them and unlocked their chains. "I knocked the man out and stole the keys. That idiot was asleep until I came in." he explained.
"This was too easy." Shawn said, repeating his previous statement. "I'm sensing there's more to this." he looked at Juliet and saw another look of hurt splayed across her face. "Why would he kidnap us, then let the cops catch him? Besides, who was here with Jules when I was knocked out? Oh! The restaurant-"
"We know we were there this morning. Can we go please? I'd like to get some sleep."

I just cut you off, didn't I?