Once again, I am soooo sorry that I didn't update last week! But luckily, it's Spring Break so I should be able to post at least one more chapter before week's end. Thanks for the reviews! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer—The wonderful brilliance that is Psych does not, in fact, belong to me.

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Chief Vick had completely dismissed Carlton's worries over Juliet. Dismissed them!

Lassiter ran his fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair. This is going to be a long day.

"McNab!" Lassiter yelled across the Santa Barbra Police Department. When there was no response he yelled again "McNAB!!!!"

An officer patiently told Lassiter that Buzz wasn't in today. Great. That's just great. Now I have to get my own coffee. Muttering under his breath, Carlton made his way to the coffee maker at the back of the department. Of course it's broken. Why wouldn't it be broken? That's just my luck. Police officers don't get any respect these days. The can't even make sure that the damn coffee maker is working. Carlton continued to babble mindlessly as he made his way to his car. With my luck, the gas station won't have any coffee.

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Shawn and Juliet sat in silence. Juliet rested her head Shawn's shoulder and held his hand lightly. Shawn's presence was like an opiate. Juliet could almost forget about the horrifying situation that they were in.

She could have stayed there forever—Robert Madison, however, had other plans.

The double-doors of the van were thrown open wide. The two captives shrunk in the face of the harsh sunlight that so greatly contrasted the darkness of the van. Robert Madison's face appeared smiling wickedly.

"We're here." He stated simply and gestured for the pair to get out of the van. 'Here' was a relative term. The mismatched group of two prisoners, two thugs (one stayed back to drive the van as a get-away vehicle) and a criminal mastermind were about a block away from the gas station that Shawn claimed held Madison's money. Undoubtedly Madison didn't want the van close enough that it's suspicious exterior would draw suspicion to them.

Juliet almost smiled when she realized that they had approached their destination from the direction that didn't take them past the police department. If Madison had seen the massive building he surely would have caught on to their plan.

To Shawn and Juliet's surprise, Madison took out a short knife and cut the bonds keeping their hands together. Seeing the shock on their faces, Robert said, "Don't get excited. I just don't want you attracting any unwanted attention. You two will be walking away from each other, separated by my men. If either of you tries anything funny, if you try to talk or make contact of any kind, if you even look at each other, I will shoot the other."

Juliet had to hand it to him; Robert Madison was a master at hitting where it hurt.

"Have I made myself perfectly clear?"

The pseudo-psychic and detective nodded solemnly. "Okay then. Let's go."

The group began making their way to the gas station. The anticipation was building up to an unbearable point. Juliet had no idea what Shawn was going to do or how he could remain so calm. Or at least remain looking so calm.

Unbeknownst to Juliet, Shawn was thinking the exact same thing. What am I going to do? He had limited options and they were running out of time. The cogs and gears were whirring in his head at the speed of light.

Shawn had no doubt that he could get himself out of this. He was always a sweet talker and he had pretty good eyes. He'd see an escape a mile away. But with Juliet… that made it trickier. He would have no way of communicating a plan with her, and if he tried to escape, Madison would hurt her. Really, his main hope now was that a worker at the gas station would have a panic button. The police response should be almost instantaneous. I mean, they are only a block or so away.

Shawn sighed inwardly. As they were walking forwards, Shawn did something he never did unless the situation was dire. He prayed.

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About fifteen yards away from their destination, Robert Madison confronted Shawn again.

"Okay, Spencer. This is how this is going to work. Once we get inside, my pal Gabriel here is going to take the detective towards the back of the store. If he hears anything from me that would even suggest that you are doing something wrong—well, I guess you can tell your little girlfriend goodbye. Actually, Gabe, why don't you take the lady inside right now?"

Gabriel took Juliet by the upper arm and steered her to the entrance. Juliet turned around and gave Shawn a reassuring nod before she was ushered inside.

"Now Mr. Spencer, you will tell me where in there my money is." Madison's intense stare bore a hole into Shawn's head.

"You're not going to like it." Shawn said in a singsong voice.

Madison's jaw hardened and his fist clenched. He didn't dare hit Shawn outside of his lair where the public could see him.

"Quit playing games, Spencer and tell me where it is!"

"It's in the walls."

Robert looked at him with disbelief. "It's… what?"

"The walls. I guess your 'partner' hid the money while this place was undergoing renovation or something. It is literally in the walls. I'll have to go in there and extend my psychic feelers to be more specific."

Shawn could tell that Madison didn't like it, but nevertheless he agreed. Nodding curtly, he beckoned for Shawn to lead the way.

Shawn just had to stall a while longer so he could figure out what to do.

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The gas station off of FDR and 42nd was an unimpressive place. Four antiquated gas pumps sat on the concrete ground. The building inside sold cigarettes, snacks, coffee—pretty much anything you would need for a long drive. The paint on the side of the building was starting to peel off. It wasn't like the gas station stood in a bad area, just a cheap one.

Long story short, it was exactly the kind of place that Carlton Lassiter didn't want to go. But he knew that if he wanted to get through this day he would need to set up a caffeine IV. This was the closest place to get that.

Still grumbling under his breath, Lassiter walked through the door.

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Okie doke. So. Good news, I've finally figured out what is going to happen! Some of you might think that you know, and if you do, you are a lot smarter than me. I'm pretty much making this up as I go along. Seriously. Like, all of last chapter wasn't even supposed to happen. But it did. Oh well.

Continue to review good sirs and madams. :D