Sirens blared off in the distance. Dean was supported by the gang as they made their way to the Impala as fast as possible. "Gus, you're on wheel." Dean ordered, getting loaded into the back seat with Shawn and Juliet.

"Shawn, hey come on!" Juliet urged, squeezing his hand. "That's bleeding a lot more than it should be. Stay awake, okay?"

"I'm fine Jules, really." Shawn tried to calm her, pressing his jacket into the wound and gritting his teeth. "You've seen me naked, you know I've had some rough days."

"Spencer, keep that crap to yourself, damn it!" Lassiter barked from the front seat with a big scowl.

"Dean, how you doing, buddy?" Shawn asked, leaning over Juliet.

Dean was in the process of making a tunicate out of his shirt sleeve and a small wrench. "I'll be peaches in a second."

"Then I'll be the cream." Shawn paused and turned his head to the side. "Is it too late for me to take that back?"

"Yup." Gus answered with no room for argument.

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

The Impala roared into the long driveway to the largest ranch house, the engine turning off as the occupants spilled out to see to their own wounded.

"The house, the house looks a lot smaller than... normal." Shawn became dizzy and fought not to fall over. "Shit, h... how much... blood did I" Shawn's head fell, his chin resting on his chest.

"We have to get him inside, fast!" Carlton shouted, bringing Dean to rest on a rocking chair on the deck.

He, Gus and Juliet picked Shawn up from where he had nearly hit the ground.

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

Shawn woke up to a time unknown to him, the curtains drawn tight so not to blind him whenever he came back to life.

"Shawn, thank God you're awake!" Gus said in relief, happy to see his friend was still with them. "We were worried sick. You hadn't fully recovered from your last accident, add up getting shot... we weren't sure if you could fight it."

"Come on son! Of coarse I can fight it." Shawn was still weak, but his strength was slowly returning to him. "I've got too much stuff to do before I think about dying."

"You know that's right." Gus nodded in agreement.

"So what's up, how's Dean?" Shawn asked, changing the subject off of himself.

"Dean's doing fine. He's still getting used to a wheel chair though." Gus chuckled, picturing the pissed off, struggling Dean in his head.

"Lassie and Jules? How's Anna now that Lassie's back?" Shawn popped a brow, still finding it humorous that he and Dean were the only two that knew until the day they left for the bank job that went wrong.

"Everything's fine, Shawn. We're worried about you. Lassie less than everyone else, but he's just being Lassie." Gus explained. "I'll go let everyone know you're up."

Gus lifted himself from the chair but stopped to watch as Shawn slowly rose too, gritting his teeth. "It's okay buddy, I should get up and moving anyway." Shawn stood up and found himself in an awkward situation. "Gus, why am I in a t-shirt and no pants?" he asked, staring down at his boxers.

"Uh, I forgot about that. Juliet undressed you to make you comfortable after we got you stabilized." Gus explained.

"That's hot." Shawn said with a weak smile, rocking back and forth on his heels. "If you'd excuse me Gus, I'd like to put pants on."

"I hear that." Gus said supportively, leaving the room.

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

"Gus, is Shawn okay? You look like you've just seen a... Shawn." Juliet said just above a whisper, her focus being called to the top of the stairs.

"Hey there, Jules." Shawn smiled, slowly descending the stairs. "Why didn't anyone wake me for dinner? I smell honey glazed ham with pineapple rings."

"Shawn, you should be in bed." Juliet almost scolded him.

"I got shot in the shoulder, not my legs. I can walk, especially if there's Skittles at the end of that rainbow." Shawn plopped down into a chair slowly, holding his good arm out for Juliet.

"That's probably not a good idea, Shawn. I could hurt you." Juliet shook her head, refusing his offer at intimacy.

"Just be careful and sit on this side." Shawn patted his leg opposite of his bad arm. "I need my woman damn it!" Juliet blushed fiercely and the others laughed, Carlton only smiled however. We know how he is.

"We do have to talk though, guys." Dean said seriously.

"Come on Dean, we need to take a breather." Annabelle stressed, nuzzling into Lassiter's shoulder.

"Talking about it won't hurt, he's right." Shawn agreed.

"Just because what's his face is dead, doesn't mean we're clear just yet." Gus had to say.

"We cut the head off this pineapple, now we just have to cut away the rinds before we can get that sweet, sweet fruit." Juliet stared at him like he was nuts. Then she remembered he was.

"What's our next move?" Juliet asked, giving in.

"Going in strong didn't work the first time. We need to change it up a little this time." Gus said, pointing Dean and Shawn.

"Thanks for that, by the way." Lassiter saluted with his Guinness bottle.

"Dude, where's mine!" Shawn whined.

"With the pain killers I have you on? You must be out of your damn mind!" Gus shouted, causing Shawn to pout like a hurt puppy.

"Since when did you become a doctor, pharmacist guy?" Shawn looked at Gus like he was the drunk one.

"Someone has to see to this crew's medical needs, Shawn." Gus snapped, not backing down.

"Guys!" Juliet rolled her eyes and sighed exasperatedly.

"Gus is right, we do need a stealthier plan. What do we think, people?" Dean asked the group, leaning back in his chair.

"Disguises?" Shawn asked hopefully.

"When have disguises ever worked for us, Shawn?"

"Damn it Gus, I've been shot up enough, haven't I?!" Shawn yelled, pointing to his shoulder but referring to Gus killing all of his hopes. He could be such a mood bomber sometimes.

"Annabelle, can you hack Hartfield's email?" Carlton asked, looking up at the girl on his lap. Let that situation sink in a bit. This is Lassiter. With a girl. On his lap.

"It should take some work, but yeah. Why?" Anna asked looking down at him.

"I want to know where he's going and when. We'll get this bastard in the open. I want to find him and we'll take him in. No body get hurt." Lassiter suggested, looking at the others for acceptance.

"I like it, Lassie. Quick, clean, no blood." Shawn said, a spark in his eye. "I think we can swing this easily. What do we do with him after we get him? You and Jules are the cops." he pointed out.

"We take him to a place of our choosing. It'll be forced, but we'll squeeze an on camera confession of all of it." Lassiter explained, getting more and more excited.

"I like it." Dean nodded and smirked, ready to wrap this up.

"So here's how we do this..."

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

Short, yes I know. But it's just a set up for the final chapter...