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Shawn woke up in so much pain that he nearly passed out again. Every inch of his body ached from being thrown around the bus. His head felt as though someone had stuck a knife into his skull.

As the grogginess from just waking up wore off, Shawn had a chance to survey his surroundings. He was tied to a chair in a dimly light room—his position an unsettling reminder of his run-in with 'Garth Longmore.'

The room was bare—there was nothing other than him and the chair—and was about fifteen-by-fifteen feet. The floors were crafted out of wood that was starting to rot. The walls were a dull, dark grey, and a single door stood in the wall Shawn was facing.

The bareness of the room was making Shawn want to scream. There was nothing he could draw anything from. Nothing. He had no idea where he was, who had him there, or why.

Just as Shawn was coming to this realization the door burst open. One of the twins walked in smiling. It wasn't the kind of smile that lifted Shawn's spirits, though.

"Lookee here! The psychic is awake!" The man said, laughing. Shawn got a feeling that this wasn't the nice twin. He searched his memory for the name. Todd. He decided.

"What do you want from me?" Shawn wondered, too tired to think of anything clever to say.

"Me?" Todd jerked his thumb towards himself. "I don't want anything from you. It's the boss that wants you. Let's just say that he has some things planned for you. Some payback." Todd smiled evilly.

Shawn flinched at his words; his mind coming up with dozens of horrific possibilities.

"You've probably got another hour or so until he comes. His shift doesn't end until six." Todd shrugged.

Then the pieces began to fall into place.

Walker and Turner. Those were the names they mentioned in the car. Walker… There's a detective named Walker at the station. What is it? Matt? Maurice?... Michael. That's it. Michael Walker. One of the shifts at the station runs from eight to six… Shawn's mind was racing. A cop is behind all this?

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Juliet was filled with apprehension as she picked her way through the trees to get to the crash site. She knew that Buzz said that Shawn wasn't there, but Juliet still couldn't get the picture of Shawn's broken body lying on the floor of the van out of her head.

As she grew closer she could hear Lassiter's voice echoing through the trees.

"The driver was shot straight through the head, causing the vehicle to lose control and enter the forest. The vehicle hit this tree over here—you can see the marks—and flipped, rolling completely upside-down." He was spitting out his theories as a flustered looking officer attempted to write everything down.

When the vehicle finally came in to Juliet's view, her heart stopped. The crash was devastating. How could anyone survive that? She wondered to herself. Just as she was thinking that, a team of paramedics wheeled a gurney past her. Juliet caught a glimpse of the person on it. Carl. She realized sadly. Carl was a new officer. A rookie. Juliet wasn't exactly friends with him, but he seemed like a good guy.

"Spencer hasn't been found yet." She overheard her partner saying. "The lock on the gate separating the front and the back, as well as the chain tethering Spencer to his seat have both been shot, allowing him to exit the vehicle. It looks as though Spencer somehow got a hold of a gun, shot the driver, and then freed himself, dumping the gun outside the van. We need to—"

"Are you kidding me?" Juliet said angrily across the small clearing. Lassiter spun around to look at his partner, a guilty look on his face.

"O'Hara. When did you get here?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

Juliet didn't bite. "You seriously think Shawn did this? Are you crazy?"

Carlton looked taken aback at his partner's tone, but kept up a professional front.

"Do you have any better ideas?" He challenged.

"Well… no. Not at the moment. But you and I both know that Shawn didn't do this. As if him murdering a young girl wasn't ridiculous enough, you're saying he killed a police officer? I don't buy it. Shawn could never kill a cop." Juliet said with certainty.

Lassiter seemed to realize that they were making a scene, because he grabbed Juliet by the arm and pulled her aside to a less crowded area.

"Look, O'Hara, I'm just doing my job. You should consider either doing the same or just going home, because—" Juliet cut him off.

"You really don't get it, do you?" Juliet said harshly. "This whole time you, and I, unfortunately, have been so caught up in following protocol that we haven't taken a second to think on a different level. Yes, I know that there is a conflict of interest, but shouldn't we take advantage of the fact that we know the suspect personally? We know him, and we know what he's capable of. I'm done trying to convince myself that Shawn did this, because I know he didn't. You should consider either doing the same or just going home because the both of us have screwed up this case enough."

Lassiter stood, frozen in shock at his partner's outburst, for a full ten seconds before slowly nodding.

Juliet took this as an agreement and pushed on. "So let's go figure out who is really behind this, and where the hell Shawn is."

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Sorry if Juliet is a bit OOC in this chapter. Just imagine her acting like she did in "The Greatest Adventure in the History of Basic Cable". I'm a fan of the tough Jules, so most of my stories involve her putting the guys in their place at some point.

Sorry this is short, but I'm tired and want to go to bed. Hopefully the next will be longer. There'll be tons of Shawn whump, too.

Please review, guys! Y'all were awesome last time! I'm doing the same thing this time. Whichever site gets more reviews gets the chapter sooner. Psychfic, are you going to let them win again? Fanfic, are you going to let the psychficers steal your title?

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