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Psych premiers February 27th!


"Well, looky here. Shawn came to save Juliet. Isn't that sweet?" the woman's voice echoed around the room.

"What do you want?" Shawn grasped onto Juliet.

"What does it look like Shawny? I want you to be with me. Not with her," the woman hissed 'her'.

"Yeah well, not gonna happen." Shawn shot back. The woman walked foreword and leaned in front of Shawn and Juliet. Shawn finally got a good look at the woman; she had short blonde hair, and sea-green eyes. If she hadn't been so psycho, Shawn might have actually found her attractive.

"We'll see about that love." Juliet clutched onto Shawn's arm. The woman cocked her head and watched the reaction. "Young love. Beautiful isn't it?" the woman stood up and turned around. "But also deadly, especially with your jobs."

"Can I have a name or something to call you? Cuz until then you're 'Psycho-Bitch' and that's what I'll call you." The woman chuckled. "You're funny. But I know you use humor as a mask, to cover up pain and sorrow." The woman walked over to a table. She ticked her tongue and rummaged around through a bin.

"Shawn," Juliet whimpered.

"Shh, it's okay Jules, you'll be fine." Shawn kissed her forehead lightly.

"Don't make promises you can't keep," the woman's voice floated over to them. "You hurt her and I kill you. Got it?" Shawn growled protectively.

"Oh no need to be so… un-civil. It's quite simple actually," The woman stroked the blade of a large knife with her finger.

"What do you mean?" Shawn gulped.

"I'll let her go, for a price of course. Everything comes with a price, even love." She turned and looked at Shawn. Both Juliet and Shawn seemed to realize what the woman wanted in return for Juliet's escape.

"No, no, no Shawn. No," Juliet started.

"Jules," he shook his head.

"I'm not letting you stay here, no. I won't let you do it," she said fiercely. Shawn stood up, knowing Juliet wouldn't be able to with her leg, he slowly moved over to the woman.

"If I stay, you'll let her go? Unharmed?" he questioned.

"More or less," the woman had an evil smile on her face, knowing she was close to winning.

"No." Shawn pointed a finger at the woman.

"Shawn please," Juliet begged.

"She goes away unharmed… well as unharmed as she can be at the time. She gets dropped off in front of the station. And you're going to leave her alone, deal?" he changed his finger to a handshake.

"Mhm, and how do I know she won't go and tattle?"

"What is there to tattle on? We don't know your name, or where we are." Shawn reminded her.

"You found us… how?"

"I was in the Psych office, and it just hit me." Shawn dropped a clue, hoping Juliet had got it.

"No one knows you're here?" the woman checked.

"Nope, no one but us three." Another clue.

"Fine, I'll let your precious Juliet go, on the account that you stay here." Shawn nodded and they shook hands.

"Shawn! Please!" Juliet shouted.

"Take her now, to the car, and to the station."

"Fine." The woman shrugged. Shawn turned around and lifted Juliet bridal style, making sure not to injure her leg. Juliet's arms were wrapped around Shawn's neck, rather tightly.

"Why would you do that?" she mumbled her head falling onto his shoulder.

"Because, I had a chance to get you out. I wasn't going to let anything happen to you." They walked down a hallway; the floor was made of cinder blocks as was the wall and ceiling,

"I don't care; I don't want you down here with her."

"I don't want you here either, and I got you out. That's what matters to me," the woman stopped and looked at Juliet.

"You need to wear a cloth over your eyes. I don't need you knowing the location of this place," Juliet didn't struggle as Shawn put a blind cloth over her eyes. "Put her down here," the woman pointed to a car in the garage. Shawn walked over to the open door and set Juliet softly into the plush, leather seat. He made sure her leg was in a comfortable position and she was seat buckled in.

"You'll be fine, I promise." He kissed her forehead, and she leaned into him. She gripped his shirt in her hands and refused to let go of him. "Just let go Jules, you'll be safe and fine soon." He assured.

"What about you?"

"I'll be fine." Shawn let out a comforting smile before remembering Juliet couldn't see at the moment. He dropped the smile and let his fingers brush against the top of her hand before shutting the door.

"You'll be staying here," Psycho-Bitch said getting into the driver's seat.

"Wait!" Shawn put a hand out.

"What?" she snapped.

"I want evidence. Proof that you dropped her off at the station. A picture of her with someone from the department. This way I'll know you honored the agreement." Shawn told her. She sighed but nodded, "I'll get your picture, I'll be back soon." The car's door was shut. Shawn stepped back as the Black SUV turned and drove out of the garage, into the blinding sunlight. As soon as the SUV passed a certain distance the garage door closed and Shawn watched as the metal door cut him off from sun… and from Juliet

Shawn POV
I knew making that deal had been scratchy at best. But I had to get Jules outta here, now I did. I ran over to the metal door and banged on it. It was solid; it didn't vibrate or move an inch. The garage was about as big as two of my living room's. Enough to fit the huge SUV, and another one if the Psycho-Bitch wanted to.

I ran up a staircase and opened the metal door with ease. It led into a clean kitchen, pots and pans were on the stove. Dishes were set neatly on the table, with a fruit bowl in the middle. A pineapple smack-dab in the internal. The table was wooden, mahogany as it looked. I slowly walked into the living room and my mouth opened in surprise.

The Bitch had a plasma screen TV, with a whole bunch of 80's movies in the cabinet bellow. The couch was a deep brown, and looked mighty comfy. I was very tempted to sit on it. I touched it, and it felt like fluffy silk. Snap out of Spencer! I shook my head and tried to open one of the velvet red curtains. They were… glued shut?

"Damn," I mumbled. I moved over to the windows that had bars on the outside of the glass. I was completely locked in the house, in this room anyways. I turned and jogged down towards the bedrooms. The first door I saw was white; it opened up to the bathroom. I shut the door and turned across the hall to a light blue door. This door opened to a …. Nursery.

What the-?" I was speechless. There was a white crib in the middle of the room, with a mobile above it. The walls were light blue, with a blue changing station in the corner. Diapers, wipes and clothes were stacked around the station. I was about to shut the door when a cry caught my attention. It was coming from the crib.

Juliet POV

The car ride lasted about twenty minutes, I know because I counted. Soon we stopped and I felt the car shake as the woman got out of the car. My door was opened and I was helped out of the car. "This is as far as I go," she said not removing the blind fold.

"Please, don't hurt him." I said. I heard her chuckle before I felt her breath on my neck.

"I won't hurt him, at least not any kind of pain he won't enjoy." Then she was gone. I heard wheels turning, and pebbles flying up. I could tell I was sitting on stairs, they felt like concrete stairs.

"O'Hara?" I recognized Carlton's voice.

"Lassiter?" my blind fold was taken off and I winced as the sun hit my eyes. His face was wrinkled with worry, and he looked as if he hadn't slept in days. "Juliet?" Gus, Shawn's dad and Chief Vick joined us outside.

"Are you okay?"

"My leg," Carlton already had his phone out. "I'm going to call Shawn." Henry said taking his phone out. Before I could object Henry had dialed Shawn's number and I felt a vibrating in my pocket. I reached into said pocket and pulled out Shawn's phone. The woman must have slipped it in there when she bent close to me.

"Henry." Chief grabbed Shawn's phone from my hands. "How did you get this?" he asked looking at me. I told him how Shawn had shown up in the basement, and made the deal with the woman. I explained the car ride to the station, then what the woman had said before leaving.

"I don't see any tire tracks," Carlton said looking around. I sighed and hoped that Shawn was alright.

Shawn POV

I walked over and peered into the crib. A baby, maybe a year old was crying. His face was red and his fists were swinging all around.

"He's adorable isn't he?" a voice spoke when I tried to pick him up. I held the kid in my arms and turned around. Psycho-Bitch was staring at me; she didn't even acknowledge the kid.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"Not sure," she shrugged. "He was dropped off at my doorstep," I looked into her eyes and found that she was telling the truth. "And you just kept him?" the boys cries started to die down when I rocked him a bit.

"What would you have done?" she smiled evilly.

"Well… If I was crazy, and a psychopath I would have taken him to, I don't know… a church? The Cops? I can take him there for ya, if you like." I offered.

"I don't think so, now put him down." She seemed more hostile now that Jules was gone… Jules. I already missed her so much. I gently put the boy back into the crib before I turned and was hit in the head. The world then slipped into blacky, blackness.


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