This is the events of the last one, from Gus's POV.

Warning - Very sad, whump, and character death.

25) Trouble Lurking (B)

Gus had known it from the moment they entered the stupid warehouse. He hadn't even wanted to come, but Shawn had insisted they needed to visit the place so that he could go through the boxes being delivered and confirm his hunch that there really were drugs hidden in the seams of the coats. It had been Shawn's idea, because, as he put it, "Who keeps winter coats in Santa Barbara, dude? There's got to be more to this, and it explains everything!"

Well yes, it did explain everything about their case – finally giving them a suspect and a motive, but Gus was understandably nervous about dying the exact same way for the exact same reason: after all, the drug dealers hadn't shown any mercy before when they caught people snooping around. And those were just kids, a couple of teenagers trying to party in an (they thought) unused warehouse. Gus and Shawn were adults, and they'd obviously be snooping, which didn't bode well for them.

But Shawn had explained everything: he'd known exactly what he was looking for and where, he'd dismantled the cameras, he'd parked the car far away, and he had set his watch – well actually Gus' watch, which he'd won in a game of Desk Chair Racing earlier that day – to beep five minutes before the guard came by on his rounds so they would have plenty of time to leave. For once, Shawn had actually thought everything out, and Gus set aside his misgivings because this bust would be their biggest yet – about ten times bigger than even the trop-shop case and it's accompanying drug bust – which meant they would be paid very well.

But the moment they'd stepped inside the warehouse, Gus knew something bad was going to happen. He didn't know what, he didn't know when – but he knew something very bad was lurking in wait for them. At first Gus thought he was just very scared, but then he realized it was more than that. He'd never gotten that prickling feeling on the back of his neck before, and he couldn't say he'd been missing out.

He had just been about to yell that maybe they should go, when Shawn yelled, "Got it!" He had shown Gus how the drug packets were sewn into the faux-fur hoods and fleece coat linings, before disappearing behind some crates to put the coats back so they could go.

Gus had almost relaxed, waiting for Shawn to finish re-hiding their evidence. So of course, that was when it happened. There was the click of a gun's safety being turned off, and he spun to see a burly man standing there pointing a gun at him.

"Well, what have we here?"

-xxx-

The next few minutes passed very quickly for Gus. One moment, he was standing at gun-point – the next, Shawn was the target, and he was babbling about getting lost and looking for help, motioning towards the door with his eyes, and it was obvious he wanted Gus to run for it.

Gus wouldn't have left Shawn had he even been able to move, but unfortunately before he could do anything, there was a loud noise and suddenly a white-hot fire was spreading throughout his body…

And he couldn't move anymore, couldn't do anything, even though he was pretty sure he heard at least two more gunshots, which probably meant Shawn was dead, but then again so was he (or almost, anyway), and Gus knew he was dying, and something about that seemed a little funny, but it might just be that fact that he could no longer breathe and everything was getting very dark, and he realized all of a sudden that he wasn't going to wake up ever again.

Damn, he thought, I knew something bad was going to happen.