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I hope you enjoy this one, this was actually the very first part of the story I wrote... why? because I was bored on the bus when we were in California for the Rose Bowl Parade haha (:

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Gus wasn't exactly sure what had brought him to the station, considering Shawn had given him the address in his message, but he couldn't reach Shawn and he needed answers.

He had started nervously pacing the room before Lassiter had even gotten the door shut.

"Mr. Guster, I'm sure you know this much, but Mr. Spencer went to find O'Hara. He tried calling Detective Lassiter and left this message." She played the message, and Gus started nodding.

"Yeah he left one similar on my phone, it was in my car when…" He trailed off not bothering to finish.

"Well he went to get her alone. When we got there, no one was in the house." She said.

Gus took the pause to interrupt. "Well that's good, isn't it? That means Shawn got her."

The Chief sighed, hating this part of her job. "Not exactly. We haven't heard from either one of them, and there was blood found in the house. It was a match for both of them."

Gus had to sit down, feeling numb. As it sank in, he became more worried by the second for his friend. Well both of them, really.

Juliet stood there, frozen, watching him. He paced back and forth, looking at her and smiling. She had absolutely no idea what to do. I should be able to do something, she thought, but her cop instincts seemed to have just shut off completely… So she stood there.

"You look so nervous," he taunted. She didn't know what to say, not that it mattered much anyways, her lips were glued shut by the same fear that kept her rooted to the spot.

He walked over to where she was standing, and she backed up until her back was pressed against the wall.

"Don't worry; I don't want to hurt you… much. Not yet anyways. Ok, well that's a lie. Basically,… we need to mess with your psychic's head a bit. I'm just dying to see how much we can throw him off his game."

She sucked in a ragged breath. He stroked her cheek with his calloused fingertips, causing her to crane her neck shying away from his touch.

"Now now," he said. He tried to kiss her.

"No!" she yelled, pushing him away from her.

"How dare you!" he yelled. He hit her across the face and she fell back. "Get up!" She put her hand to her cheek and got up to her feet. There wasn't anything she could do.

"I was considering taking pity on you, but that was granted you played nicely." He turned to the table behind him and she looked to the door.

Her heart sunk. There was no way she could make it out before he caught her.

He noticed what she was looking at and his answer made her wonder if she had said that aloud. "Thinking of running, are we?" He held up a small piece of metal.

Her heart sped when she realized what he was holding was actually a razor blade. "Oh God."

He pinned her against the wall squeezing her arms hard enough to leave bruises and held it up to her cheek.

"Please," she whispered.

"Shut up." He spat the words. He slid the razor down her cheek leaving a three inch gash. A gasp escaped her lips and she winced at the taste of blood as tears slid down her face.

"Please!" she pleaded. "Sto ̶ "

She was cut off by him putting his hand on the side of her head, smashing the other side of her forehead into the cement. Tears streamed down her cheeks making the cut burn. She raised a hand to her head dizzy from the pain. When she looked at her fingers they were coated in hot sticky blood. She screamed and grunted as he slid the razor slowly down her arms over and over creating shallow wispy cuts that didn't bleed as much as the one on her cheek but hurt like hell. He brought his elbow down hard on her shoulder and she fell to her knees, scraping them and the palms of her hands on the ground.

"Ple—" she sobbed, but was cut off as he stepped on her foot and shoved her, making her ankle pop and crack, drawing a blood curdling scream. He grabbed her arm to raise her up off the ground. She could feel a bruise forming on her head and her lip was split. She could barely stay upright as he dragged her back to the little confinement room, unable to put any weight on her ankle.

Meanwhile…

Shawn sat there, nauseous, shaking with fury. If he lays a hand on her he'd ̶ he'd ̶ . There was nothing he could do. He was chained up in this tiny freaking room while she was with him. He could be doing anything to her. It was agonizing just sitting here waiting, hoping his imagination was just that, hoping that she was okay.

He started looking around at everything, combing it over with his eyes yet again, willing something to change. He twisted around and looked at where Juliet was chained.

"Yes!"

His heart felt like it just about flew out of his chest. There was a little blonde bobby pin on the ground. He picked it up and jammed it into the key hole of his chains, willing it to work because at this point, it was the last chance he had, and wiggled it around.

*Click

Sweet. He'd have to remember to thank Jules for that one later. He did the same to the other wrist and his ankles and they unlocked as easily as the first.

He then heard feet stomping down the hallway, and what he realized as his heart felt like it skipped a beat, was Juliet crying. He scrambled to get his hands and the cuffs behind his back and sat back in his original position.

Anaconda wrenched the door open and threw her down onto the floor. She let out a scream of pain in response to hitting the hard floor and the fact that it twisted her already mangled ankle, and started to push herself up but slumped back down and laid there sobbing. He walked over and added a kick to her midsection for good measure, making her grunt and whimper, only to continue her desperate crying.

"Juliet! Oh my God! Shawn looked at her and his stomach turned. She was barely able to keep her eyes open and she was covered in blood. Shawn felt anger burn through every vein in his body.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER, YOU BASTARD!"

He seemed to take no notice of Shawn's yelling. He dragged her over to where Shawn sat and chained her back up.

He stormed out of the room, pausing in the doorway to turn to them and add, "That was fun." He grinned devilishly and walked away, slamming the door behind him.

Oh no! Ok so next chapter will contain some incredibly sweet shules (: I mean like really cute, I was saying awww in my head the entire time I was writing it...

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