A/N: Last chapter. I really hope you guys enjoy this, while I start the planning process for the 3 and final installment.

Juliet stared at the chief, waiting for some kind of guidance. That was the only reason that Juliet hadn't busted down the front door, and stormed the damn cabin yet. She hadn't been told to do so, and Juliet knew that she had been skating on thin ice with the chief as of late. When the chief shook her head, Juliet sighed and started to pace.

"We can't just leave them in there! They could be injured-" or worse, she thought but wouldn't allow herself to say the words. She had heard a gun go off. It didn't necessarily mean that one of them had been shot, but the sheer fact that neither Buzz or Lassiter had emerged from the building led her to believe one thing. They were not the one's who had fired.

"I understand that, Detective Spencer, but we have certain protocols in place. Right now, we have to follow those. I want, just as badly as you do, to storm in there and get our men out alive, but these protocols are in place to protect them. That's what you ultimately want, right?"

Juliet nodded her head for a moment, before rustling was heard behind her. She turned around, praying that it was Shawn, so that she could at least know that he was alright, to find Officer Marks' dragging a nearly unconscious Buzz beside him. A glower covered her face when she saw Gus stalking along behind him.

If Officer Marks' had Buzz that could only mean one thing. One thing that she desperately hoped wasn't the truth. "Gus, where's Shawn?"

Gus swallowed thickly, before looking Juliet in the eye. "He's trying to save Julie and Lassiter. I tried to go back in after I handed Buzz off to Officer Marks' but Shawn locked it behind me."

Juliet groaned, her hand going to her head. She was going to kill him, provided that Gerry Blankenship didn't take that privilege away from her. Her hand twitched toward her gun, fingers aching to pull her service weapon and put a much deserved bullet in Blankenship's head.

Spinning around, Juliet glared at the chief. Daring Karen to turn her down again. "Chief-" she started, but was stopped immediately at the echoing sound of a gunshot. Her only thought was Shawn.

Lassiter groaned loudly as his hands grasped the thick muscle of his upper thigh. With his left hand clasped down tightly on the oozing wound, he used his right hand to feel the underneath of his thigh. There was no exit wound which meant that the bullet was lodged somewhere in his thigh. That was definitely a dangerous game as it could easily dislodge itself from it's current location and cause more damage. His biggest fear was his femoral artery. If it hit that, he'd be dead before their backup stormed the cabin and found them.

Sighing, he bit back any fear that was left, and looked over his right shoulder. "Julie. Are you okay?" He felt her head nod against his shoulder. If his hands hadn't been covered in his own blood, and he didn't have a psychopath to find, he would have comforted her. "Spencer!" Lassiter hissed out. When he received no answer, he groaned. Placing his hands against the cold concrete floor, Lassiter shoved himself to his knees. Biting his lip against the pain, He pulled himself into a standing position. Carefully, Lassiter tucked Julie in behind him. "Hold onto my shirt." he called behind him.

When he felt her tiny hands grasp at the loose fabric of his shirt, he started forward. He had no weapon, Gerry Blankenship had made sure of that, so he held his bloodied fists up ready to fight whatever came into view. After a few steps, Lassiter felt his foot hit against something. Looking down, he shook his head. Moaning at the pain that pulled at his gunshot wound, Lassiter knelt beside Shawn. His own pain was pushed aside when Lassiter saw the small amount of blood that had pooled under the younger man's head.

He felt a twinge of guilt. Shawn had warned him, numerous times, and Lassiter hadn't listened. Not well enough to keep himself out of the situation that Shawn had tried to warn him about. In fact, Lassiter felt himself blaming himself for Shawn's current predicament. He had simply been trying to save Lassiter and Julie. All he knew was that another head injury couldn't be good for Shawn. The poor man had only recently woken from a five month coma.

"Spencer." Lassiter hissed. When he received no answer, Lassiter started to shake him. "Shawn!" Nothing, no movement or moaning.

Lassiter felt like he was at a crossroad. Did he get up and hunt down Blankenship without a weapon, and leave Julie and Shawn behind, or did he stay down here with them until help came? The pain and pressure in his leg made itself known by nearly blinding Lassiter with its intensity. Yanking his injured leg out from under his weight, Lassiter slid down to his ass and sat against the concrete again. Apparently the choice was made for him. Waiting it was. Looking to his right, he saw Julie huddled and hugging her knees to her chest. Lassiter felt uncomfortable, even if the little girl was technically his daughter, he didn't know how to be comforting. He sighed loudly, before waving her over. Lifting his arm, he tensed slightly when Julie tucked herself under his arm and curled against his side.

Juliet held her service weapon firmly between her hands. Her finger gingerly laid upon the trigger as Officer Marks kicked in the front door. The gunshot that had echoed through the still, night air had been enough motivation to cause the chief to say screw the protocols and send them all in. Juliet swung in first, they cleared the hallway quickly. Officer Marks and Juliet took the room to the right, while the rest spread out to take the rest of the rooms in the house.

Once the two of them entered the room, Juliet noticed that some of the paneling from the wall had been removed. Edging closer to the where the paneling was missing, she noticed a door. It was something that the three of them had missed on their first inspection of the cabin and it caused Juliet's stomach to twist uncomfortably.

Her hand reached for the knob when she heard a gun cock behind her. Turning slowly, Juliet saw that Gerry Blankenship was holding a gun to Officer Marks' head. A gun that looked suspiciously like her own service weapon, which only made her more angry.

"Put down your weapon." Juliet said, her voice firm and low. The warning was in her tone.

"I'm pretty sure I have the leverage here. I don't believe you want this poor young man's blood on your hands, do you Detective Spencer?"

Juliet growled, her lip pulled back in a half snarl. She was pissed. Her husband was missing, possibly injured and so was her partner. "I said, put it down. Don't make me shoot you."

Gerry chuckled lightly. The sound unnerved Juliet, but she didn't blanch. Her weapon was aimed and her threat still hung heavily in the air. Juliet was fairly confident that she could take Blankenship down without Officer Marks getting injured.

"What if I don't want to put the gun down? What if I just want to keep you busy while that lying scumbag you call a husband bleeds to death?"

Juliet screamed, it was almost a primal sound, as her finger slammed against the trigger. Three shots fired, and Juliet forced herself to breath. Gerry Blankenship lay in a puddle of his own blood, a hole in his head, exactly where Juliet had been aiming. She glanced over to where Officer Marks was laying. "Are you okay?" she called out.

He groaned, but nodded. "Glancing wound, I'll be fine. Go on, find your husband and partner."

Juliet gave a curt nod, before throwing open the door that had been so well hidden. Slamming down the steps quickly, Juliet saw two huddled figures and one laying flat on the ground. As she drew closer, Juliet realized that it was Lassiter and his daughter huddled together, which meant.

Tears pressed tightly against her eyes as she fell to her knees. "Is he-?"

Lassiter moaned. His leg was throbbing in time with his wrists even if they had long since stopped bleeding. "He's alive, just unconscious. I think the bastard got him on the head."

Juliet sighed, her eyes closed. Even if all she wanted to do was hold Shawn and wait for someone to come down the stairs, she knew that she had to inform the chief on what had happened. She also needed to get Shawn and Lassiter medical help. "I'll be right back."

Lassiter nodded softly as he fought to stay conscious.

Juliet rearranged herself on the uncomfortable chair. Her arms folded over her chest, as she eyed the clock again. Almost three and a half hours, that was how long it had been since they had gotten everyone out of the cabin and on the road toward the closest hospital. She had sent Gus home almost immediately after they had arrived at the hospital. She had given him strict instructions to pick her son up from his parents house and to stay with him. Juliet also implied that Gus should stay away from her for a while, at least long enough for her to cool down.

Lassiter had been taken to surgery almost immediately to retrieve the bullet from his leg and to fix any damage it may have caused. His doctor had told her that he should be waking up soon, but she wasn't holding her breath. It was something that she had learned to do from Shawn's prolonged stint in the hospital.

Which brought her thoughts back to Shawn. He was still laying in his hospital room, unconscious. Shawn had also been rushed to surgery, though this wasn't immediate, not like Lassiter's. It wasn't until they took him for a CT scan that they noticed something that they had missed numerous times before. A small aneurysm had formed, something that they said could have been caused by his previous head trauma. After Juliet had yelled at his doctor for missing something so important, he explained that it is rare for head traumas to cause aneurysm's. Though he couldn't explain to her, how exactly it was that they had missed it, but according to the doctor when Shawn was hit on the head with the gun, it caused the aneurysm to burst.

Which brought her back to where she was. His doctor had informed her only a few minutes earlier than Shawn had been out of surgery for almost a half an hour, and that they were simply waiting for him to wake up. That of course forced Juliet to ask a question she really hadn't wanted to ask. However, the doctor was fairly certain that Shawn wouldn't fall back into a coma, he did say that it was possible.

"Juliet?" A moaned gasp came from in front of her.

Juliet lifted her head, and forced a smile. She could yell at him after he was released. "How're you feeling?"

"Like I was shot and drugged." Lassiter grumbled for a moment before his eyes widened. "Where's Julie?"

Juliet smiled softly. "Lucinda's with her. They want to keep her overnight for observation, but from what they can tell she hadn't been physically harmed."

Lassiter let out a relieved sigh. "Thank God." His gaze moved from Juliet's eyes to the blanket that was covering him. He played with the hem of the blanket for a moment, before continuing. "Can I see her?"

Juliet nodded. "Lucinda asked me to let her know when you woke up, so that she could bring Julie in to see you. I know this doesn't make up for you missing the first nine years of her life, but Lucinda knows that she made a mistake in keeping Julie from you."

Lassiter groaned. "Doesn't change the fact that my own daughter doesn't even know who I am. As far as she knows I'm just the man that saved her."

"I have a feeling that will change quickly." Juliet grinned, before standing up.

She walked swiftly down the hall, before stopping in front of a door. From her vantage point, Juliet could tell that Julie was asleep. She wondered if she should come back, until she saw Lucinda sauntering towards her from the elevator.

"Hello, Juliet!" she called. "I was so hungry, and Julie finally fell asleep—Wait is he awake?"

Juliet nodded. "He just woke up. He asked about her."

Lucinda sighed. "I do feel bad. Always have. Julie's asked about her father numerous times, and I never knew what to say. It wasn't that I didn't care about Carlton, he's a great guy, but I was ashamed of how I acted when I worked here. Sleeping with my partner. That is something that's always frowned upon, and it was worse because he was still married." Her head fell into her hands. "Do you ever think he'll forgive me?"

"I think you need to give him time, and I think that you need to give him a reason to want to forgive you. Carlton doesn't open up easily, and for him to do so with you then to have you do this. It hurt him, badly and he won't ever admit to you how much it still hurts. You need to make an effort, and he needs to be able to have a relationship with his daughter."

Lucinda nodded. "I know. Let me go see if she's up for a trip down the hall. I don't want her exerting herself."

Juliet nodded, as she stood outside and waited. After a moment, she watched Lucinda help Julie off the bed and held her hand as they walked out of the room together. "Hi, Julie." Juliet smiled.

"You're the nice lady that found us. I was so afraid the nice man that saved me was going to die." Julie frowned deeply.

"Well, he's going to be just fine. In fact, he's asking to see you. He wants to make sure that you're okay."

Julie smiled softly, as she let her mother lead her down the hall. Lucinda knocked lightly on the door, before entering. Juliet stood against the door jam, not really wanting to intrude on such a private moment, but not in any place to be alone at the moment.

"Julie, sweetheart, this is Detective Carlton Lassiter-"

Julie nodded. "He saved me."

Lucinda looked between Carlton and Julie for a moment, before bending down. "Julie. Detective Lassiter is an old friend of mommy's." she sighed deeply before continuing, "Carlton—he's your father."

Julie looked between Lucinda and Carlton and back again. "He is?"

Lucinda nodded, before lifting Julie up onto the bed. Lassiter's body stiffened slightly, before Julie through her arms around his neck. "You saved me." she whispered against Lassiter's chest.

Juliet felt tears well in her eyes, before someone tapped her on the shoulder. "Ms. Spencer." Juliet turned around. She didn't like the look on the doctor's face. "Is he alright?"

"There's a slight problem."

Juliet swallowed against the newly formed lump in her throat. "Which is?"

"He's awake—but he appears to have partial amnesia."

Juliet's eyebrow raised slightly. "Partial?"

"Yes. Basically because of all the trauma your husband has suffered recently, his brain basically rebooted itself. Upon doing so, it caused him to lose information."

Juliet nodded. "Okay, so what's the last thing that he remembers?"

"He thinks that he's in the hospital because he got stabbed."

Juliet blinked a few times before it dawned on her. The last thing he remembered was his run in with Holden Marshall. She swallowed thickly, before turning back to the doctor. "Is it permanent?"

He sighed. "It's a possibility."

With that final statement, Juliet's life was once again turned upside down. The only thing keeping her from falling down was the fact that he was alive and conscious. She could focus on the rest of it later, right now she was just glad that he was alive.

A/N: I want to thank you guys for following along with this story, with all the bumps along the way. Your reviews kept me going, and they all mean the world to me, so thank you from the bottom of my heart!