a/n- Thanks for all the reviews :D There's only about two/three more chapters left in the story, just so you know. Speaking of things you should know, this chapter is a little… dark. Annnd it's told in third person. There's just so much going on. I want it all to be told (: and excuse me if I'm wrong about medical things in this chapter and the others. I haven't been able to get off of crime shows and on to medical ones yet. Lol(;

Chapter Eleven

"I really hope you're right, Mr. Spencer," Chief Vick said. Shawn looked up at the top of the clock tower and replied after seeing the small movement of a shadow.

"I am." A scream followed a second after. They didn't need any more convincing that Shawn was right. The four of them ran through the front doors with about a dozen SWAT members behind them. Chief pressed the elevator button. Carlton and Gus knew from the last time that the elevator was useless and followed Shawn up the steps.

Shawn wanted to look up to see how much longer he'd be climbing, but he knew that would only bring despair to him. He felt like he was going to slow, but in reality he was going full speed. By climbing at least two steps in each stride, he was three or four levels higher than that Carlton and Gus. Eventually Chief became irritated with the slow elevator and the group of people started up the stairs as well.

When Shawn reached the top, he became disoriented from all the different doors and all the loud noises from the clock in front of him. He looked to his right to see that a door was slightly opened. Without thinking he ran through it. Luckily he chose the right door. He had played this moment out at least three billion times on the way to the tower, but it didn't go as he could ever imagine it.

He felt like he was in a dream again. Everything was going so slow. He felt numb; as if he wasn't real. "Don't you touch her," he yelled out but didn't hear the words. Allison and Jack both turned around and pulled out guns. Three shots were fired and two bodies fell to the ground. Shawn dropped his gun and ran over to Juliet. He was thankful she wasn't over the balcony or up high. "Jules! It's okay. I have you," he said as he brought her back down. She hadn't even realised that her feet had left the ground. He was just in time.

She collapsed into Shawn and he gently led her to the ground. He took the bundle of cloth out of her mouth and took a quick inventory of the visible damage. Her forehead had a gash out of it, her neck was severely bruised and in parts bleeding. There was a small paper cut like scratch going down her neck, but from the rate that it was bleeding it was a lot deeper than what it look.

Shawn looked up when he heard two shots. Lassie had shot the two killers as they tried to escape. A small, weary voice drew his attention back to Juliet.

"Shawn…"

"Shh. Sweetheart, it's all right. I got you. Everything's going to be fine." Shawn caressed her cheek. Shawn heard Carlton call for the paramedics. "Everything's going to be okay." At this point he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince.

"Shawn. I'm… I'm so…" A cough sent a bolt of pain through her whole body. Shawn stared as he watched blood splatter onto the front of him and run down the side of her face. She started to slip into a painless bliss.

"Jules, sweetheart," Shawn said gently patting her face. "You have to stay with me." It didn't work. "Hey. HEY! I need help over here," he shouted just as the paramedics got there. He knew that they needed room, but he did not want to leave Juliet's side. Lassiter pulled him up by the back of his shirt and they backed up a couple of feet.

"Nice work, Spencer," Lassiter said not taking his eyes off of his partner. Shawn heard something in Lassie's voice. Something he never heard before.

"Lassie? Are you… crying?" The man quickly regained his composure.

"No I'm not, you idiot."

"Excuse me, sir," one of the paramedics said to Shawn. "Are you her husband?" They had her set on the stretcher all ready? Shawn was so disoriented.

"Yes. Uh, I mean. I'm her ex…I mean her boyfriend," he spat out.

"Uhm, okay. Anyways, you are welcome to come with us." Shawn nodded and followed them.

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Impatience hung inside ambulance. Shawn sat out of the way, but his eyes never left Juliet. Shawn knew that this image of the usually happy and energetic detective that loved more than life itself would be engraved into his mind for the rest of his life. She looked so helpless laying there with wires connected everywhere. He let a tear slip out of his eyes.

"Sir, are you okay," one of the four paramedics asked.

"Yah… yah, I'm fine."

"No, I'm talking about your arm. You're bleeding really bad. It looks like you were shot," she exclaimed.

"It's just a flesh wound," he said. He couldn't have been shot! He didn't feel anything besides annoyance. The woman was going to start doing something to his arm but they arrived at the hospital. Relief flooded the fake psychic. He tried to follow Juliet and a group of doctors down the hallway, but was stopped by an older man in a white doctor's coat.

"Sir, can you come with me." Shawn pointed towards Jules and went to speak, but the frustrating man interrupted him. "I understand that you've been shot. Detective O'Hara has a group of our best doctors working on her, but you need to be checked now too. Shawn knew it was worthless to argue. He took one last look at his disappearing Juliet and followed the doctor down the opposite hallway.

Gosh, that hurt to do that to Jules, don't hate me. Lol Thanks for reading :D

~Angie