The bright lights of the hospital ward shone bright in Shawn's face. The doctor stood over him looking at his chart.

"Shawn Spencer?" he said still staring t the chart writing something quickly.

" mmmmmm" Shawn moaned.

" You're mighty lucky son. You could well have been killed."

" Where's Gus?" Shawn said drowsy.

" is in the immediate care center. He suffered injuries much worse than yours. A major concussion, a broken leg, nose, and arm and a punctured lung.

"Will he be alright?" Shawn asked concerned.

"He should be." The doctor said finally looking up over his half-moon reading glasses.

Shawn turned his head looking at the clock. Jules had probably left already. This was just like him. Leaving her lonely once again. Every time he tried to get her, he always failed.

" Now, I am told I must leave the room for a moment while some police officers interrogate you" the doctor said walking out of the room.

"Spencer WHAT were thinking?" Lassie said in an annoyed tone.

Shawn looked at the tall man with an astounded face. " What? No chocolates?" he joked.

" This isn't any time for jokes Spencer." Lassie growled. " We suspect that it's Yin."

" Yin? " Shawn whispered, his face draining of all color.

" What does he want with Gus? It's ME he wants. Why'd he have to plant a bomb in HIS car?" he growled.

" We need you to get fixed up as soon as possible. The case needs you. I'm afraid you'll be flying solo for awhile." With that final word Lassie turned and left Shawn alone.

'Poor Gus' he thought.

After around three weeks of recovery, Shawn was on his feet again and hard on the case. Gus however, wasn't so lucky. His broken leg limited his mobility and he was confined to a wheelchair. Although he didn't complain much, and tried to live a normal life, it just wasn't possible. Just simple things. Like driving his car, getting into bed, fixing dinner ( most likely for Shawn) were turned into difficult tasks.

Recently Shawn had heard from Juliet she hadn't heard what had happened.

" Shawn. If this is how it's always going to be, it won't work. Maybe sometime you can actually show ," her sweet voice said through the voicemail. Shawn ran his hands through his hair in anguish.

" Gus. Every time I try to get her, she slips right through my fingers. I always let her down. What can I do?"

" You can give up Psych. Maybe if you got a real job with a real business it could work out. You know, one that people don't plant bombs in your car."

" Gus…. Not now"

" Shawn. You KNOW it's true. You can't ignore it. You are like my brother but we almost got killed. I didn't sign up to die."

" So what now Gus? Give up Psych? Should I become a pharmaceutical salesman too?"

" It pays well…" Gus said nodding.

Shawn kicked to table, staring out the kitchen window to the swaying palm trees. " Every time I call her she doesn't answer. How can I tell her if she won't even talk to me?."

" You can go find her" Gus said simply taking a bite of Captain Crunch cereal.

Shawn grumled. Why was Gus always right? " Fine." He said picking up the keys to his motorcycle, he kicked the stand and it roared to life. Thoughts swam through his head as he sped down the freeway. Thoughts of Juliet, Gus, and what he had said. Maybe Gus was right about Psych. Maybe it was time to expose his real identity. No more psychic. What would everyone think though? He would be considered a ruthless liar and probably wouldn't be offered any jobs if there wasn't a letter of recommendations. Besides, where would he go? He didn't have a good education. He had no college education.

Shawn knocked on the tall green door. He heard the click of a lock and it swung open. Juels stared at him blanky. Her soft face shocked, and filled with a little bit of anger.

" What do you want Shawn?" she said coldly.

" We need to talk." Shawn said in a pleading tone.

"What is there to talk about Shawn?"

" I love you"