Psych: Solid Steel

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or the characters... you know the rest ;)

A/N: Thank you for the reviews! I'm trying to update when I can, I do have other stories I am working on. I am so glad that y'all are enjoying this! Please excuse any spelling or grammatical mistakes, they are purely accidental and all mine.

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"He's going to be fine O'Hara." Lassiter said tensely. Juliet had been shaken up ever since she had spoken to Guster.

Of course, Guster had been freaking out, which didn't help any. Apparently, Spencer had been stabbed by the crazy lady in the back of his car.

Which of course, he felt bad about, but the ambulance was on the way, Spencer would most likely be fine and may even be holed up in the hospital for a few days.

Trying to be sensitive to O'Hara's predicament, he did his best to keep his relief to himself. He didn't want for her to turn her frustrated and probably terrified feelings on himself.

After all, I did just marry the love of my life and I want to enjoy it for a few days without the constant headache that is Shawn Spencer or the deadly glares tossed around by one Juliet O'Hara.

He also didn't want Spencer to come to any serious harm, but, when life gives you lemons...well, you throw them at the most annoying psychic in the room.

"Can you drive any faster?"

Lassiter was shocked out of his musings by Juliet's unexpected question. Well, maybe not totally unexpected.

She knew they had to get the crazy lady to the Precinct before she could go to the hospital to check on Spencer.

Maybe he was just shocked that she didn't think he was driving fast enough already.

Risking a glance in her direction, he noticed that she was once again completely lost in thought.

Turning his attention back to the road, he did his best to maintain a faster speed and still get them to the Precinct in one piece.

Something else about this whole thing was bothering him. Perhaps it was the way O'Hara had just walked away from Shawn before they left.

Or maybe it was the way that she just sat there glaring at the windshield before Gustor called. Perhaps something had happened between her and the local psychic...

How did I miss it though?

They had been smiling and happy yesterday before his wedding. Begrudgingly, Lassiter admitted that he was distracted by everything with Marlowe, but they both had seemed fine.

It was only this morning that he had started to pick up some strange vibes from the two of them.

Maybe O'Hara's finally realized that she can do better than a self-proclaimed psychic.

Shaking his head, Lassiter decided that probably wasn't the case. Spencer had had her totally wrapped around his finger. I still don't know how he managed to do that & not only with O'Hara, but the whole dadgum Police Department!

Deciding he would figure it out later, Lassiter abruptly pulled up beside the Precinct, stopped the car. He was already getting the prisoner out before Juliet could make a move.

As he made his way into the Precinct, prisoner in tow, he called back over his shoulder, "I'll book her, you go check on the status of Spencer."

He didn't need to look back to know that O'Hara had nodded and was now moving in the direction of her car as fast as she could.

Thankful for Lassiter's understanding, Juliet rushed over to her car.

Gus's call had really shaken her, her mind was racing and she knew that the only way to get it to stop would be to see Shawn for herself.

Getting behind the wheel, her thoughts again took off.

Shawn was stabbed! How in the world did I miss that? He was standing right there. Right there.

I spoke with him, he seemed fine. He didn't say anything...why didn't he say anything? Did he not know? How can someone not know they've been stabbed?

...What if he dies on the way to the Hospital... or before help gets to him? What am I going to do? I'm definitely still ticked at him and we ended things, but that in no way means I want him out of my life.

I'm not ready to not see him every morning. I'm not ready to never hear his voice again. I'm not... I'm not ready to lose him.

Tears were streaming down her face, but she paid them no attention. Getting to the Hospital was her only goal.

Swerving through traffic, she sped past cars and didn't touch the brake once as she made her way to the Hospital.

Yes, he lied, repeatedly. He put our jobs in jeopardy. He has put all of our arrests, every single one, under suspicion.

What if all of those criminals get to go free, all because he lied about being Psychic? What then? Every single one of them would come after him.

Is he oblivious to the danger he's put not only himself in, but also Gus?

Shaking her head at her thoughts, she was only to aware that her emotions were all over the place.

She was angry, hurt, frustrated, afraid...make that terrified...worried, concerned, and a number of other emotions all piling up, consuming her mind.

Finally arriving at the Hospital, she once again broke free from her erratic thoughts and parked haphazardly before rushing inside.

Breathlessly reaching the front desk, she managed to get one of the nurse's attention.

"Has a Shawn Spencer been brought in? Stab wound." Juliet added the last part hastily.

Watching anxiously, she impatiently waited as the nurse looked through their database.

"I'm sorry, a Shawn Spencer has not been brought in yet."

A flood of emotions hit Juliet again, but she refused to let them show.

However, when the nurse finally looked up, Juliet knew she must not have been completely successful.

The nurse reacted to Juliet's expression and hastily began reading something else off her computer, "But it does look like an ambulance was dispatched to tend to a victim with a stab wound. Beyond that, there isn't anything I can tell you."

The nurse looked apologetic and Juliet thanked her, trying to ignore another sudden urge to cry. Quickly she turned from the Nurse's station and walked back out the doors.

Still trying to catch her breath and stave off tears, she pulled out her cell phone.

Calling Gus, she hoped that he would be able to tell her why in the world they weren't at the Hospital yet.

As the phone continued to ring, her worry began to build up again.

What else could go wrong? She wondered, hoping against hope that the answer was nothing.