A virtual pineapple to deboritoes for guessing the movie reference. No one guessed the TV reference, though, the paramedics were driving Bus 54 and the first thing dispatch said "Bus 54 where are you?" Just like the classic TV series "Car 54, where are you?"

Disclaimer: Still don't own no matter how much I want to (frowny face)

Note: Here comes the supernatural. Buzz is going to kick some butt in this story too and soon, he is just never given enough credit.

Shawn cracked open his eyes expecting to wake up at the bar in pain but when he looked around he saw familiar surroundings. And on a happy note he didn't hurt.

How did I get back to Psych office? Must have called Gus. Huh!

"Hello Shawn."

Shawn took one look at the woman who addressed him and almost flipped off the back of the couch. She looked the same she did that night she served him and Gus pie. The blonde hair, blue eyes, green dress and white shoes just as pristine as they were that night, like she had never been strangled with that tie.

"I'm sorry but what is going—"

"Shawn-," she smiled "I am here to talk to you because someone up there (she pointed skyward) likes you."

Shawn just sat there and gaped at the woman. She walked over to the couch and gently pushed his jaw shut.

"My name is Doris, by the way."

Really, Doris she even has a name of a career waitress. You have got to be kidding me!

"No I am afraid I am not kidding you Shawn (She smiled again) that is really my name and no I am not a hallucination."

How did she know what I was thinking?

"Because Shawn I am privy to what is going on in that little head of yours at the moment." She tapped his temple.

Doris sat down beside Shawn on the tattered couch and just looked at him.

"Soooooo— "(a very pregnant pause)

"Talk Shawn! I was sent here for a reason, not quite sure of the reason so you need to tell me."

Shawn didn't know what else to do and before he knew it he was unloading the events of the past four days on this poor woman.

"Then I went to a sports bar near the edge of town to decide whether or not to quit this whole detective thing. I was really tired and must have passed out and I woke up here."

"Ah-ha! so that's why I was sent. You want to quit and I was sent to convince you not too."

"What do you mean convince me not too? How on earth are you going to do that?"

"We are going to visit you in the hospital."

"That makes no since how are we (he motioned with his hands) going to visit me?"

Doris didn't say another word she instead grabbed his hand, led him out the door, and they walked.

PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH

Henry Spencer looked at the clock on the wall, again. Damn thing is mocking me. He and several members of the SBPD had been waiting four hours for some news about Shawn other than he is in surgery.

During those four hours he had asked the nurse twenty-five times how his son was doing. During those four hours he had drank more than enough crappy coffee to satisfy him for a lifetime. During those four hours he had prayed to God for at least two. During those four hours he had watched Gus do nothing but stare at the wall, Detective O'Hara cry till she passed out from exhaustion, Detective Lassiter look extremely uncomfortable with his partner sleeping on him, and his former partner make all sorts of phone calls (and threats) to find the person who did this. Longest damn four hours of my life!

About thirty minutes after Shawn was rushed into surgery several officers had begun to trickle in, among them, a very panicked Buzz McNab. Apparently he had taken the statement from an Oliver North and had gotten more of a picture of what had happened that afternoon.

A woman driving a full size SUV had rammed his rear end and try as he might Oliver had not been able to avoid Shawn. Henry didn't blame Oliver at all. What worried Henry was the fact that Mr. North was sure that it was done on purpose. He said he had seen the SUV dodge in and out of traffic with no problem but when there was no room to pass him the SUV rammed him.

Shawn was going to be under full police protection until they find out what had happened. Many of the officers who were now waiting with Henry were going to do that detail, some even fighting over who gets to do the detail. Damn kid if you could only see how much they care about you.

PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH

Karen Vick looked at the clock on the wall. Almost midnight. Have we seriously been here for four hours? Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing, yet again.

"Chief Vick."

"Chief Vick this is traffic officer Bruce McCallen I understand you have a question about an accident that happened early today."

"Yes officer McCallen I do and I wish to thank you for reaching me so late at night on this matter. There was an accident about a quarter of a mile south of the intersection of 44th and West Irish Boulevard. I know that the camera is too far away to have seen the accident but I was hoping the camera may have seen the perpetrator after accident driving through the intersection. All we currently know is that the perp was a female driving a full size SUV maroon in color. The accident occurred sometime around four this evening."

"Chief would this happen to be about Shawn Spencer?"

Karen was taken aback by this question. How many people know Shawn?

"Um yes McCallen it is, in fact, about him we have reason to believe that this woman was intentionally trying to harm Mr. Spencer so I don't need to tell you the priority of this job."

"No Chief you don't I will get right on it. Oh and Chief everyone down here in traffic is praying for Shawn to be ok."

"Thank you."

With that McCallen hung up and the Chief was left alone with her thoughts. If Shawn only knew how much everyone at the station cares for him he would definitely rethink quitting.

PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH

Gus' eyes flicked to the clock on the wall again. Four hours? Shawn has been in surgery for four hours? This is NOT good.

Gus had been upset with Shawn and refused to help him today with this case. He couldn't even remember why he was upset with the man. Dammit Shawn if I had only gone then we would have had the blueberry then you wouldn't be here, possibly dying.

To make matters worse his brain kept replaying the phone call from Henry over and over again in his head.

"Shawn look I am enjoying my evening whatever it is—"

"Gus—"

"Mr. Spencer, what's going on?"

"Gus, Shawn was in an accident earlier today. His is at Santa Barbara Trauma…Gus it doesn't look good."

He had never heard Mr. Spencer's voice so worried before not even during the final showdown with Yin. Shawn if you could only see everyone waiting for you then you would know how much they truly care for you.

PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH

Mallory Montgomery made her way through the halls of Santa Barbara Trauma center. Where is it? Where is the pharmacy?

She found the room she was looking for and after watching several other personal enter the room she made her move.

PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH_PSYCH

Nine hours after crashing his bike, eight hours after his goddaughter was recovered safely, five hours after two paramedics fought to get him to the hospital alive, and four hours and thirty-seven minutes after being rushed into surgery a doctor emerged from the OR suite and made his way to the sea of blue uniforms.

"Family of Shawn Spencer…."

Sorry (dodges frying pan) I couldn't help myself. I know that it a very cliché cliffhanger but come one it was just right there in my face.

I was wary of how I did this chapter so I really need your feedback. I know its kinda short but hey better that no update. Right?

Thank you, my readers, for putting up with my typos and little flubs I notice after the fact. Also I want to thank everyone for their reviews and add you guys are just totally frickin' AWESOME!