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Lassiter walked up to the door of 1900 Carson Street with seven cops backing him up. He'd been able to crack the man, Doug, and get more information. It sounded like there would be around six men there for the big deal there. Thus, he assumed that eight of them total would be more than enough.

Lassiter quietly opened the door and motioned for the rest of the cops to follow him. They quietly stepped into the room, which was more or less empty. It had a large open space in the middle and walls that went around it. It was pretty much set up like a factory room. He circled around with three of the cops to cover the other entrance.

Lassiter looked at his watch, it read 9:30. He peered around the corner and saw a group of men talking; there were six of them. Perfect. He rounded the corner while saying, "FREEZE! SBPD and LTPD!" The men's faces jerked up and a barrage of bullets hit around Lassiter. He quickly went back around the corner.

'Dammit! There are people shooting down from above.' Lassiter glanced over at the other group of cops and saw that already two of them were down. He quickly calculated that there were probably around ten men against them. Considering that the cops had already taken down two of the men in the middle, they were only outnumbered by two.

It was quickly going downhill however. The last cop in the other group went down and one of the cops with Lassiter was shot in the shoulder and was on the ground. There were still four of the thugs left.

Lassiter and the final remaining cop were on either side of a metal wall protecting either end as best they could. 'This doesn't look good. Not good at all.'

Shawn could hear the gunfire from outside but that didn't deter him. He stealthily opened the door and crept into the building. He peered around the corner and saw that Lassiter and another cop were pinned down in the corner of the room.

Shawn pulled out the pistol he had snagged earlier off the slope and quietly cocked it. He glanced around the corner again and thought to himself, 'C'mon Shawn, just like the shooting range. Even Henry couldn't beat you there. Let's do this.' Shawn took aim and fired, BANG, one of the men stumbled and his hand flew up to his shoulder.

The remaining three men turned in surprise and Shawn quickly fired again, BANG, hitting the second man in the arm. They began to fire at Shawn, and Lassiter took advantage of the opening and fired, BANG, hitting the third man in the leg. Shawn fired again, BANG, hitting the final man and knocking him down.

Lassiter and the other cop stepped out from cover as Shawn walked towards the center of the room. "Nice shooting Spencer," Lassiter said with approval.

"Yeah, thanks. I've decided to change my motto to, 'Never Fear, Spencer's Here!' or 'Shawn Spencer the Sharpshooting, Psychic Sleuth'. What do you think?"

Lassiter looked over at Shawn with a mix of amusement and disbelief. Shawn replied by saying, "Anyways, we still need to find Jules and Derek."

Lassiter nodded his assent. They quickly gathered the guns off the ground and left them with the unharmed cop so he could keep an eye on the injured men while waiting for backup to arrive.

Shawn and Lassiter walked up to the second floor and split off to search for the hostages. Lassiter opened the door on the far right and found Derek, "Spencer, Derek's over here. I'll bring him down."

Shawn reached the final door on the left side and found Juliet. Juliet looked up and when she saw Shawn she quickly ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Shawn, thank God, I couldn't hear more than the gunshots in these rooms. I was worried that-"

"Shh, shh, it's okay." Shawn reassured her, wrapping his arms around her.. "They didn't do anything to you, right?"

"No, they were planning on it after the big deal. What happened down there?"

"Well, when I got here Lassiter and one cop were all that remained of the original force. I still had the gun I had gotten earlier today and was able to take down two of them. This gave them the opening they needed to take out the other two."

"Wait, were you supposed to be here?"

"Umm…not exactly."

"Not exactly?" Lassiter cut in.

"Hey! I helped didn't I?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Lassiter admitted grudgingly. "Spencer, I need to talk to you quickly."

"Yeah, sure."

"Listen, I can't say I approve of what you did today, considering you went against a policeman's orders, but," Lassiter looked around as if making sure no one could hear him, "I would have done the same thing in your position." Shawn was speechless, this was one of the few compliments, albeit backhanded, that Lassiter had ever given him.

"Thank you?" Shawn replied. Lassiter nodded his approval and walked back towards Juliet, who quickly began to thank him.

An Hour Later-At the Hotel

Shawn and Juliet lay on the bed with the television on. They were at the climax of Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. All of a sudden Juliet muted it.

"Shawn, I need to ask you something."

"Go ahead."

"What happened at the cabin?"

"What do you mean?" Shawn replied with mock confusion.

"I mean, what is going on between us. What do you feel?"

This was where Shawn always had trouble, feelings. "I…I like you Jules. You're an amazing person. You're funny, you're gorgeous, and you're a better skier than I am," Juliet began to blush, "But I can't be with you. I'm sorry. I'm with Abigail, and I won't, no, I can't do this to her."

Juliet looked at him sadly, "G'night Shawn."

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~Phoenix