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A/N: Last Chappie yeah! Thank you everyone who has stuck with me through the whole story. Cheers to Olivia94 for helping the story to be easier to read for all of you punctuation fanatics out there lol! I happy to see a story I started 3 years ago, but gave up on and never posted—actually get finished! I'm excited. As always Please R/R, it's like pineapple to me.

Chapter 11: Who Knew a Bed Pan could be a Lethal Weapon

Shawn felt the explosion of air more than heard it as the gun discharged. He could feel his hair ruffle, which was followed by the weightless feeling of falling.

Henry watched in awestruck surprise as Adrian Tompkins's eyes rolled back in his head and the man pitched forward just as the gun discharged in his hand. He moved to catch his son's rapidly descending body. He ignored the painful protest in his shoulder, and pulled his child close, hugging him as tightly as he dared while lowering himself to the floor. When he looked up he saw that nurse Lydia stood, towering over the fallen murderer, with a stainless steel bedpan clutched tightly within her neatly manicured fingers. Tears were still wet on her cheeks and her chest heaved from the intense adrenaline rush she felt. She looked in shock at the man at her feet and tossed the pan to the ground with a clatter so that she could bring her trembling hands up to cover face once again in a strangled sob.

Two of the security guards secured the murderer as the other went to help the obviously distraught woman.

Shawn opened his eyes soon after feeling his body touch gently to the floor. He looked at the scene in front of him with the same amount of amazement as his father was. He couldn't help but flash a grateful smile at the woman who had just clocked Tompkins with a bedpan.

"Dude" He croaked. "That. Was. Awesome."

He sighed wearily before leaning his head against his father's chest.

"Yeah kid. That was awesome." Henry agreed, letting his fingers brush affectionately through his son's disheveled locks. He rested his chin on his son's crown and, for just a moment, let himself breathe.

PSYCHPSYCHPSYCHPSYCHPSYCH

Shawn was already back in bed, his father hovering protectively over him, when Lassiter and Juliet arrived. They had spent the last two hours gathering statements and hauling Adrian Tompkins to jail; all that was left was to get a report from Shawn himself, and then they would be ready to file the paperwork. They had yet to see the young man due to the doctor's need to repair a few pulled stitches at the time of their first arrival—the hospital had also given him a full examination just in case.

"Shawn, are you all right?" Juliet inquired as she moved over to his side.

"Just a few extra bruises to add to my collection, but honestly you totally should have been here." He grinned. "Nurse Lydia kicked Mr. T's butt."

Ignoring the A-team crack, Lassiter frowned "She used a bed pan."

"I know!" the younger man raved, "It was awesome! He went down like a sack of potatoes. He didn't stand a chance."

Lassiter looked skeptical despite Shawn's insistence. Henry, however, couldn't help but smile affectionately as Shawn began to rant about another Lethal Weapon sequel. When he saw Lassiter roll his eyes he mouthed the word 'Drugs' to the detective. It was as if a light of understanding dawned on the man.

Lassiter sighed and moved towards Henry. Juliet may have been hovering over the bed, hanging on to every insane comment flying out of the kid's mouth, but that didn't mean he had to. Normal Shawn was bad enough; he didn't need or want to experience the 'high as a kite' version anytime this century.

"Did you book him?" Henry asked.

"He's locked up tight with a bunch of pissed off cop's watching his cell."

"Good. I hope he rots for what he did-he's lucky I didn't kill him myself when I had the opportunity."

Lassiter smiled. "You would have had to get in line. Besides, with what we got on him, the least he gets is life in prison—I heard they're going for the death penalty."

Henry nodded and looked back at his son. "Did you find out who leaked to the press that you had evidence?"

Lassiter's expression turned irritated as he sighed "One of the nurses whose gossip grapevine made it to a colleague's sister who works at channel 4."

"Figures." The elder Spencer muttered angrily.

"The Chief has already been on the phone chewing up and spitting out the TV exec's asses."

"Good. The morons nearly got my son killed—they're lucky they're not dealing with me."

One look at the quiet fury in the older man's eyes and Lassiter couldn't help but agree. Karen Vick was a force to be reckoned with, but Henry Spencer was as scary as hell.

'At least it's over.' Lassiter thought. The case was closed, grieving families given closure, and stupid psychics were still breathing.

"Hey, Lassie, what do you think of Lethal Bedpan as a spoof sequel—it could be like Scary Movie. Mel Gibson would totally love it, don't you think?"

Groaning, Lassiter turned and began to walk away. "Call me when he's not high and can give a proper statement."

Henry held back a snort, but the corners of his mouth were still quirked up while he watched the lanky detective walk away.

PSYCHPSYCHPSYCHPSYCHPSYCH

When the door clicked closed behind him, Lassiter let out a shaky breath - things would return to normal now.

He let himself glance back through the window just as Shawn began gesticulating wildly with his hands. Juliet was laughing happily next to the man and Henry, despite his efforts, barked out a laugh also. A small, contented smile flitted over the detective's mouth. 'Yes, normal is good, it's real good.' Slowly he turned and began to stroll down the hallway. He hummed a happy tune as he went that morphed slowly into song and his smile broadened.

He either didn't notice or ignored the odd looks he received from the lady at the front desk and the dark young man who had been flirting with her.

Gus watched the detective walk by and shook his head; Shawn wouldn't believe this even if he told him. That's when the pharmaceutical rep lifted his phone and pushed record. This was just too good.