Chapter Four

The hard part was over and it wasn't really even all that hard. Walk in, get Beth, and then go back to the Post Office. They were about ten minutes away from the Post Office when Shawn realised that he still had to call Gus to tell him he wasn't coming into the Psych office for the day. Or week. He decided then was the perfect opportunity to call. Before he could even speak, Gus' panicked voice was on the other side.

"Shawn!" Before continuing Gus quickly tried to look for a private place to talk. He finally decided the only choice was the blueberry. He casually walked to the doors. Once he got outside he took off. He locked the doors of his beloved car and slid down so no one could see him. Even though he was almost 100 percent sure no one could hear, he still whispered. "Shawn! Where the hell are you?!"

"Gus? What's going on," Shawn asked cautiously. He could tell something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

"I came into the station looking for you this morning and there were FBI agents everywhere Shawn! What did you do?! They were talking about you!" Shawn covered his phone before speaking to Malik.

"The FBI is at the station."

"Does that really surprise you," she asked. Before he could answer, Gus was talking on the other line.

"Shawn? Shawn, is that Rachel?!" They both looked at the phone with wide eyes.

"Shawn," Malik said in a frantic whisper. "You covered the wrong end of the phone!"

"Everyone makes mistakes," he said back in a childish tone of voice. He moved his hand to the bottom of his phone.

"How in the world did you ever work for the FBI is well beyond me." Shawn decided not to answer her and go back to his phone call.

"Don't be ridiculous, Gus. That's my partner Agent Malik." Of course Keen was his partner, but it was just easier to explain that way even though he couldn't explain anything at all.

"Uh, you're the one being ridiculous. I'm your partner." There was a pause on the other line. When Gus started talking again, he sounded pathetic. "Are you cheating on me, Shawn?" Shawn sighed and closed his eyes.

"No, Gus, I'm not. I can't really tell you what's going on, but I'm not going to be in Santa Barbara for a few days." Shawn stopped when their Suburban came to a stop behind Keen and Ressler's. "I'm, uh, going to call you back later." He hung up without saying goodbye.

"Hey, why are we stopped," Shawn asked the driver. There was something weird going on, but he couldn't figure out what it was. As if on cue, someone came over the walkie-talkie.

"Rolling Thunder to Follow 1: Be advised we have a chemical spill ahead."

"Copy that," the solider in the front seat said. "Proceeding to alternate route." Right before they were about to turn around, a huge mac truck plowed into the vehicle in front of them.

Shawn's heart stopped as the sound of machine guns filled the air. The first rational thought to reach his mind was that they were in a government car, the windows had to be bullet proof. He was proven wrong when the two men in the front seat were shot dead through the windshield. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. This couldn't be happening.

But it was.

"Shawn! Come on! We have to move," Malik said taking out her gun. Shawn came to and unbuckled his seat belt. Once he was out of the car, he took out his gun. When he went to shoot it, he realised that he forgot the safety was on. He took it off, and tried again. Of course with the first shot he got the man who killed the soldiers. Shooting was like riding a bike: you never forget it.

The smell of gasoline filled the air. That when it hit Shawn. That was Keen's car that got hit and she had Beth. Shawn knew he needed to get over to them, but he didn't know how to. He didn't know what to do so he just followed Malik's lead. He stayed crouched downed behind the safety of their Suburban and shot when the opportune moment arose.

With all the gas it was getting hard to breathe, but he knew he had to move. He had to chug some courageous juice. The initial shooting was over and a language that Shawn recognised as Serbian filled the air. "Cover me," Shawn said to Malik as he moved from his hiding spot.

It was a straight shot from his hiding place to the overturned car where Keen was. The only Serbian in sight was leaning into the car. Shawn ran as fast as he could to get past trucks leaking gas to shoot the man. He hurried over to help Keen out of the car. When she was out she grabbed on to Shawn's arms to steady herself.

Everything was still. The only sounds were a boat speeding away and Ressler's angry footsteps coming towards them.

"I see you've upgraded from a pistol," Shawn said in a light tone when he saw Ressler's machine gun. "Where can I get one?!"

"Cut the crap Spencer!" His words reminded him of Lassie. He wanted to be home. He wanted to be done with this case. "What the hell happened?!"

Elizabeth stepped away from Shawn and tried to find her words. "I… I don't know. There was so much shooting and smoke and… blood. I was just trying to protector her! I thought it'd be best-"

"Well you thought wrong," Ressler interrupted. "You don't just give up the person you're trying to protect! You fight to your death to protect them!" He took a step closer to Elizabeth and spoke in a more quiet tone. "You don't deserve to be on this team." With that he walked away. Elizabeth looked up at Shawn with tears in her eyes. He wanted to say something comforting to her, but his adrenaline rush stopped and he suddenly felt out of breathe. He put his hands on his knees and tried to breathe.

A/n- Two apologies. First, it's been a ridiculously long time since I've updated! My bad… Two, sorry for the really bad ending and shortness of this chapter. I just don't know how to end it, but I don't want to keep you guys waiting! Hahah. Well, leave a review and let me know what you think! Even if you hate it let me know on what I can improve on d: Thanks for reading!

~Angie