Okay guys, FINALLY we have chapter 10! I know it took forever, but it's long! YAY! Please R&R. Thanks! :D

So, as I've been writing this, I've had to go back about every thirty seconds to check what's happened so far. This story is admittedly semi-complex and confusing. Don't be shy! If you have questions, ask!

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It was around two in the afternoon when Shawn finally pulled up to 1425 Bunker Hill Lane. Immediately he knew that the van was a fake.

The building in front of him could not possibly be a working cleaning company. That is, unless it had become customary for cleaners to work out of filthy, abandoned office spaces.

A piece of paper nailed to the door caught Shawn's attention. He glanced at it and saw the words "EVICTION NOTICE" in large letters across the top. It was dated February 21, 2010.

It's no wonder this place didn't last. Shawn thought to himself. It's the middle of the day and hardly anyone's even around. Have these people never heard of location? It was true. Shawn had surveyed the area and seen only a small group of kids and two men. The kids were playing jump rope and hopscotch outside of what Shawn could only assume was their apartment building. The men—more like teens actually: they couldn't have been over 21—were playing a rousing game of wall ball using a beaten tennis ball across the street. Nothing for him to worry about.

Out of the corner of his eye, Shawn saw large, peeling letters on the window next to the door. They identified the building as Pete's Cleaning Company.

I've got to give it to these guys. They're smart. Really smart. Shawn thought as the brilliance of these people's plan hit him. They chose a cover business that was shut down, but would still be in the yellow pages in case someone checked up on them.

Shawn tried the door and was surprised to find it unlocked. Checking to see that no one was watching him, he walked into the building.

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"You're cheating!" Lucas shouted at his twin brother before pushing him roughly.

"Cheating? How can you cheat at this game you idiot?" Todd yelled, pushing back.

"You took a step! I called 'spot' and you took a step! You can't do that!" Lucas accused, once again pushing his brother.

"No I didn't!" Todd defended, pushing back.

"Yuh huh!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yuh huh!"

"Nuh uh!"

Lucas didn't reply, but tackled Todd to the ground. The two brothers rolled around the ground, Todd in a headlock.

The sound of a motorcycle coming down the road caused both boys to forget their fight. They leapt off their spots on the ground.

"Didn't Walker say that the psychic drove a motorcycle?" Todd asked.

"Yeah! That must be him! I told you he'd come here." Lucas said smugly.

"Uh, no. I told you." Todd shot back.

"Nuh uh!"

"Yuh huh!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Shh! He's turning the corner!" Todd told his brother.

The twins resumed their game of wall ball, all the while arguing under their breath.

"It's him! It's him!" Lucas whispered as he saw their target take off his helmet.

"I'll call Walker!" Todd said excitedly.

"No you idiot! We can't give him reason to think that we're watching him. Just keep playing. We'll call once he goes inside." Lucas ordered.

"And how do you know he'll go inside?" Todd questioned.

"I'm a genius. That's how. Plus, I'm going to be the one to tell Walker that we found the psychic." Lucas said.

"Nuh uh!"

"Yuh huh!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yuh huh!"

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Juliet sat at her desk in misery. She'd called Henry. She'd called Gus. She'd called Madeline. Who else could she call? She was starting to realize that she didn't know Shawn all that well. They'd been to his house, Gus's house, Henry's house (telling Henry and Gus about what was going on was not a fun experience) and the psych office. They were still no closer to finding the psychic. The odd thing was that she didn't know if she was happy or upset about that…

Juliet was ripped out of her thoughts by her partner. "We've found him." He said as he passed her desk on the way out the door.

"Uh, what?"

Lassiter stopped and spun around to face her. "Spencer. We've found him." He said simply. Juliet was surprised to see that his expression was grim and… was that regretful?

"How? When?" She asked Lassiter.

"Just got a call in a few minutes ago. Some guys saw Spencer going into a deserted office space down in the ghetto part of town."

"Let me guess, the tip was anonymous." Juliet stated suspiciously.

Lassiter just shot O'Hara an annoyed look. "Maybe." He said.

Juliet raised an eyebrow. "What? Come on O'Hara! You can't keep doing this. Okay, I'll admit it's a little strange to have only anonymous tips. But right now we've got Spencer backed into a corner. We've got to act now!" With that he stomped off towards his car.

Juliet couldn't shake the feeling that Lassiter was still trying to convince himself. With a sigh she followed her partner. This feels so wrong…

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Shawn searched every inch of the building. There was nothing. Not a single thing that could help him. He went through and triple and quadruple checked the small office space. Nothing.

"Damn it!" He yelled to the roof and kicked over a desk.

Then he heard the sirens.

Shawn ran to the dirty window of the building. "What the…"

The police were outside setting up a blockade. There were dozens of them with more arriving by the minute.

What do I do? What do I do? WHAT DO I DO?

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"Is it really necessary for there to be this many officers here?" Juliet questioned her partner as they hopped out of the car.

"Don't ask me," Lassiter scowled, "Walker put this together." He spat out the other detective's name like a curse.

"This doesn't feel right." Juliet said for the millionth time.

"O'Hara—"

"No, Carlton! Listen to me!" She interrupted. "You keep saying that the evidence is all pointing towards Shawn, and maybe it is. But just take a second and forget the evidence. You know Shawn didn't do this. I know you do! Why are you pushing this so hard? For once in your life can you just screw protocol and pay attention to what you know is right?" Her voice was edging on screaming.

Lassiter stood looking like a fish out of water: his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. He was saved by, strangely enough, Michael Walker.

"Lassiter! O'Hara! Come on, we're going in!" He called over the heads of several black and whites.

Lassiter mumbled something under his breath but complied. Juliet sighed heavily and followed.

"Okay everyone," Walker was talking to all of the officers ready to apprehend Shawn, "Approach slowly; we don't want him to get jumpy and do something stupid."

Juliet rolled her eyes but followed along with the other officers.

"On three," Michael Walker said as they approached the glass door, "One… two… THREE!" He stepped to the side as one of the black and whites kicked open the door.

The next few seconds were chaotic and confused as the large group of people searched the area.

Juliet moved slowly and searched with a half-hearted effort.

And then she saw a hand.

Of course. Of course I'll be the one to find him. And sure enough, when she turned to see the other side of the desk, he was there. His hair was ruffled and his clothes were filthy. He looked like he'd hardly slept.

"I've got him!" She called regretfully.

Shawn simply stood up and looked at her. His gaze was intense. Oh God. He can see my soul. Wordlessly, he turned around and held his wrists behind his back. Juliet locked her handcuffs around his wrists, trying to hold back her tears.

She made her voice as un-feeling as possible, "Shawn Spencer, you are under arrest for the murder of Kathleen Fox."

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Sorry that a chunk of this chap was something you've seen before! It had to be done.

Good news! The whump is RIGHT around the corner. It'll probably start at the end of the next chap, but I make no promises.

More good news! SCHOOL'S OUT! Which means I can focus on writing without putting my entire future in jeopardy! Which also means that I'll be writing as long as I stay motivated. GUESS WHAT? You can help! Reviews keep me SUPER motivated. I haven't gotten too many reviews so far, but I'm sure that can change. Right?