"What am I going to do with you," she asked, turning back to Shawn once Gus disappeared.

"I don't know Jules, I don't know."

"Alright, no more chit-chat you need to get some sleep."

"Okay, Mom. I guess it won't hurt me to go to bed early."

"You're a child."

"But you love me anyway right?"

"Of course I do Shawn. Now, go to bed."

"Yes, M'am," he practically whispered.

After several minutes of listening to the sound of tossing and turning, soft snoring let her know that he was asleep. She tried to go to sleep herself, but it was not happening. Of course, it may have had something to do with the fact that her only choice of a bed was the plastic chair she had been sitting in all day. That, and the fact that she felt like she could be in the most comfortable bed possible and she still would not be able to sleep for fear that Mr. Duffy would come back.

It was hard enough for her to know that Shawn had been hurt by a monster while she had been at the station. She probably would turn in her badge in the morning if he got hurt while she was in the same room with him. Once one o'clock rolled around however, she seemed to forget that fact as she succumbed to the tiredness lurking behind her eyelids and nodded off right where she was sitting.

Her sleep was not fitful like she expected. On the contrary, she slept like a rock. In fact, she awoke feeling so refreshed that she barely noticed that she had only slept for two hours. She was about to curse her body's timing, when she noticed something a little off in the room. Then she saw him.

His face may have been shrouded in the darkness, but Juliet knew who he was all the same. Fighting against the panic threatening to overwhelm her common sense, Juliet reached into her purse for her service weapon. What she found was nothing but torn bits of fabric, her wallet, and a few empty gum wrappers. When she looked up, the perp was staring her straight in the eye from behind a black mask, cocking her own gun in her direction. He was a mere second from firing at her at point blank range when he fell flat on the floor, knocked to the ground by a renegade IV pole.

While he lay there stunned for a few minutes, Juliet made a grab for the gun. She had it in her hand when the perp grabbed her by the foot and knocked her feet out from under her. In turn, she slammed her boot covered foot into his head, which he responded to by rolling over her legs. His fingertips landed on the gun for a brief second, before Juliet's fist collided with the back of his shoulder. She leapt up, and tried to wrap his arms behind his back, but one of his meaty limbs slipped from her grasp securing the gun in the process so that once again, she was at the end of the barrel of her own gun.

"Wait, wait, stop! You don't want to do this," Shawn yelled from his place in bed.

"Really? And why not?"

"Think about it dude. You're in the middle of a hospital. If security doesn't know you're here already, they definitely will if you fire that gun, and she's a cop. If you kill her, you're looking at life if you're lucky or the death penalty if you're not. There's no way out of this for you."

"Really?"

"Really," Juliet said, holding the knife she had hidden in her boot up to his neck.

For a minute, the perp did not react, and seemed as though he may still follow through with his plan. He made a move to fire the gun; only to have Juliet pressed the knife to his throat, drawing blood before the gun finally clattered unceremoniously to the floor. Once she made sure he was clear, Juliet grabbed the back-up handcuffs still in her pocket from that morning and cuffed him.

"Jules, that was so hot," Shawn told her from where he lay in bed.

Ignoring his comment, she looked up at him.

"Are you okay," she asked looking slightly peeved at him.

"I'm fine, but shouldn't you be calling Lassie? You know he's probably still back at the station doing paperwork."

"Already dialing Shawn," she said, having pulled her cell phone from its holster on her belt.