"Lassiter," she yelled into the phone once he finally answered. "Yes, I know it's late. Duffy's brother showed up at the hospital. Well, I got him cuffed, but I need you to come take him to the station for me. No, he's fine, I just, I don't…okay, bye."

"Lassie coming?"

"Yeah, he'll be here in twenty minutes. As for you," she said turning back to the perp. "You are going back to the station, where you are going to spill every last detail of what you're caught up in, or I swear, I'll kill you myself."

"No you won't, not unless you want him to die too. You see, my family and I, we're a real family. When one of us is hurt or gets messed with, it affects us all. Sending my brother to jail, that was one thing, and that's the whole reason he's got a target on his back right now. If you kill me, trust me when I say, it is only going to make matters worse."

"I'll take my chances."

"Really, you'd risk his life like that, just to catch a criminal? I have to tell you, you say you love him, but he's not even more important to you than your job."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on. You think I don't research the people that I'm going to interact with on an op? I saw you at the beach. If it wasn't for this little stunt, you'd both be out venue searching."

"Shut up. What did you hope to accomplish anyway? Restitution for a few years of jail?"

"I didn't hope to accomplish anything. I am accomplishing something."

"And what's that, besides being the fastest arrest in my career?"

"Wait for it," he said dragging out the last word the way that Shawn always did

"Wait for what," Shawn finally said after three straight minutes of listening to the perp slaughter his favorite catch-phrase.

"What? It can't be. You're supposed to be dead!"

"And yet, clearly I am not."

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about," Juliet asked.

"While you were busy catching some z's, I poisoned your dear pseudo-psychic."

Contrasting her still calm expression, the worry inside Juliet was quickly turning to panic. She could not help but feel caught between the murderer and the soon-to-be murder victim. For the first time in seven years, she honestly did not know what to do with herself. It was the oddest, most unsettling thing and it could not have come at a worse time. She did not have to wrestle with her thoughts for much longer, as a loud ruckus informed her of Lassiter's presence in the ICU.

"Lassiter, over here," she called, stopping herself from screaming it clear across the room.

"O'Hara, what's…" the words halted, dead almost as soon as they left his mouth.

"A little help here," she asked him, yanking her perp up to meet him.

"I got him, O'Hara. How's Spencer," he asked, looking over the perp's shoulder.

"Oh my God, Shawn!"

"Jules, relax, I'm fine. You see? There I go again. Come on, I honestly have no idea what that guy was talking about."

"It's your call Lassiter, what do you want to do?"

"I'm going to take Duffy back to the station."

She nodded, watching in relief as Lassiter dragged the perp out of the room going against the flow of the doctors who had finally made it into the room after Juliet pressed the alarm.

"What's going on in here," Juliet recognized the voice of Dr. Tillmen coming from behind her head.

"It's about time. Listen, I'm going to need you to run a tox screen on him. He's been poisoned."

"How do you know that?"

"Because the man who did it told me!"

"Calm down miss."

"I am calm. I'm sorry, I'm calm," she answered, breathing out a nice long breath. "Can you please, just do this for me?"

Dr. Tillmen himself breathed his own sigh of resignation.

"Alright, we'll be back in ten minutes," he said, waving the rest of the nurses out of the room.

"Whoa, Jules, easy there. You don't need to get yourself all worked up for nothing."

"It's not nothing, though, Shawn. Someone seriously has it out for you. We need to find out who's really behind all this before…," she trailed off, letting the sentence just hang in the air.

"Before what Jules? You think I'm going to let this guy get to me?"

"Not by choice, but you may not have a choice."

"I'll be fine."

"You'd better. Otherwise, I'll be out of a job," she half-joked, putting on her calm face again.

"Well, I wouldn't want that," Shawn said, smiling.

Ten minutes later, Dr. Tillmen was back with his team, whisking Shawn away to the laboratory downstairs, and not even giving Juliet the option of following. So she reluctantly settled for waiting, and it went against ever fiber in her being. There were only two things she wanted to do at that moment: she wanted to be with Shawn when he found out just how much danger his life might be in, and she wanted to talk to Lassiter, though she knew that it would do her no good as he had probably not even gotten back to the station yet.