Hello! Sorry it took me a bit long to update... :/

Anyways, thanks for the awesome reviews, they make me so happy!

I honestly have no idea how long this story is going to be, but it doesn't feel like it's going to stop anytime soon... It kind of has a mind of it's own in that regard.

I hope you enjoy it!

*So there isn't any of the Lassie/Chief/Gus stuff in this one, it didn't fit well and I didn't feel like writing it... but we will come back to that in the next chapter...

They sat there against the wall, Juliet shaking with sobs and Shawn trying his best to calm her. Unsure of what he could touch without hurting her, he just let her lean against him, occasionally wiping tears off of her cheeks.

"Shh it's okay." He said. Once her crying ebbed a little he thought it would be safe to try to get her to talk a little bit. He needed to know what happened to her in that room.

"Jules? You okay?" He put his arm around her tentatively, trying not to aggravate one of her various injuries. "What a stupid question, of course she's not okay you moron."

She looked up at him. Her face was smeared with blood from the cuts and her mascara was running. Seeing her like this and knowing he couldn't do much about it tugged at his heart.

"I know it's going to be hard to talk about, but I have to know what he did to you in that room." He took her hand gently behind their backs and she rested her head against his shoulder.

"He- he took me into this room and said he wanted to-" She took a deep breath. "to see how much he could mess with your head. He tried to kiss me." Shawn's hands balled into fists and he felt Juliet tense up beside him. She looked down, "I pushed him away and it made him angry. He got out a razor and cut my cheek." She was whispering by now. "He cut my arms and pushed my head into the wall. He stepped on my foot and pushed me over, and then he brought me back here." When she finished she took a shaky breath and looked up at him. He wiped a tear from her cheek.

"I'm so sorry that you had to go through that." He rubbed his hand across his forehead. Hearing all of that had made him nauseous. "It's my fault… It's my fault that you're here. I should have been down there in that basement with you. You shouldn't have been alone." He whispered, staring at the ground.

Seeing the look on his face, the conflict, the anger, the regret, changed something in her. He felt all of that for her, for something he had absolutely no control over. He was the one who shouldn't be hhere, he had chosen to get into this. Shawn did all of that for her. Another tear slipped down her cheek, but it wasn't a tear of pain or fear, it was a tear of gratitude and love.

She tilted her head up, looking into his eyes, and she could tell he didn't expect it. She pressed her lips softly to his, and he responded, slowly moving his lips in a tender kiss. Too soon, it seemed, he pulled back to look at her, trying to figure out what made her decide to finally cross that fragile line they had formed.

"Jules...—"

"Oh my God, Shawn I'm sorry. I didn't mean to… Abigail… She spluttered.

"I broke up with Abigail." He replied.

"Oh," She whispered, taking a moment to process what he just said. "Well in that case…" She kissed him again. This kiss was different from the first, it was filled with all of the emotion that they had kept bottled up for so long. Juliet whimpered when she had tried to turn into his embrace more, aggravating her various injuries.

Shawn withdrew a little. "Sorry, are you okay?" The past couple of minutes had almost made him forget the hell she had gone through.

"Yeah, turning just wasn't a very smart idea." The happy feeling that filled her stomach had been at the forefront of her mind, but her injuries had protested, reminding her of what had happened, and causing a shiver to ripple through her.

He kissed her forehead and put an arm around her again as he settled back into his previous position. The sound of her chains when she turned back reminded him of the bobby pin.

"Oh! I almost forgot. A hairpin that fell out of your hair was perfect. I unlocked my chains. I had to make it look like they were still there though so he wouldn't notice, that's why I was still sitting like that. Here, let me do yours. Can you turn a little?"

"Yeah," She winced at the pain in her shoulder as she turned.

He looked at her and she could see his expression filled with concern. "Sorry." He dug the pin into the key hole and after wiggling it for a while got them undone.

She wrung her wrists and put her hand on her head.

"Careful, I think your concussion probably got worse. Let me take a look at your ankle." He went to crouch in front of her ankle. She was wearing a skirt, so it was already visible. And swollen.

"It's fine." She protested, sighing and looking at it doubtfully, despite what she had said.

He grabbed her hand with one of his, and used the other to press his fingers gingerly over the swollen area growing larger by the minute to see what he could discern.

She couldn't help but let out a hiss of pain, tightening her grip on his hand.

"I know, sorry."Jules it's broken." He said quietly. "It feels dislocated too." Anger bubbled in his stomach.

"I'm fine." She insisted, but she knew he was right. The pain alone told her that.

"This is probably the furthest from fine I've ever seen you." Worry filled his serious eyes.

"Yeah, well there's not much we can do about that right now." She replied quietly. He exhaled harshly, defeated.

She sighed. "We have to find a way out of here. It's going to be harder now that I can't walk," she added apologetically.

"Don't worry, we'll find a way." He said, and went back to sit next to her. She leaned her head against his shoulder, ignoring the pain that it caused.

"Try to get some sleep." He added.

After a few minutes, he noticed her breathing even out, and continued to think about the case, trying to see something that wasn't there.

He shifted a little. Sitting in the same position on a cement floor against a cement wall for any amount of time was definitely not his idea of comfortable.

Juliet stirred a little, and mumbled, "Love you."

For a second, Shawn thought that she had woken up, but she was still sound asleep against his shoulder. His heart swelled at the gravity of what she had said, even though she wasn't aware she had said it.

"Love you too Jules." He kissed her forehead and let his eyes fall shut, figuring his lack of sleep definitely outweighed the creepiness of letting his guard down.

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