A/N - Well, this is the last chapter, stay tuned though, because I have an epilogue coming! P.S- I'm very sorry about the long wait, circumstances out of my control caused me to stall.

"Shawn's out of surgery. Mr. Spencer says they're being cautiously optimistic to say so, but they think he's going to be okay," Gus said once he hung up his phone.

"That's great," she said, watching as Gus looked like he was ready to jump out of his chair at a second's notice. "I want to see him," she finished, turning toward Lassiter and looking at him with a hard stare that told him she was not going to take 'no' for an answer.

"I'll see if I can get a hold of a wheelchair," he said, leaving for the nurses' station.

About ten minutes later he returned with an orderly, who was pushing a standard wheelchair. Once they got in the door, Lassiter took the wheelchair from the orderly, pushing it toward the bed. Nodding toward Gus who now stood on the other side of the wheelchair, he gently grabbed Juliet's arm while Gus took her other arm and eased her into it. Almost as soon as she got settled into the chair she took off, but then she realized that she did not know where she was going so she begrudgingly waited for Lassiter and Gus to catch up with her which they did three minutes later.

Lassiter did not waste anymore time, and grabbed the handlebars of the chair, pushing Juliet toward the elevator.

"We're going to the third floor," Gus said once the doors were shut, and waited for Lassiter to push the button before he continued. "Shawn's in the Critical Care Unit, just so they can keep an eye on him in case anything happens."

The elevator door opened a minute later, letting them off on the third floor. Once they reached the unit the head nurse attempted to keep all three of them back, but Lassiter simply pushed Juliet's wheelchair past her after flashing his badge in her face. They found Shawn's cubicle a minute later, guided by the sound of an irate Henry lecturing his son. Taking that as a good sign, Gus opened the curtain while Lassiter pushed Juliet inside.

When they arrived they witnessed the unexpected sight of Henry yelling at a still unconscious Shawn.

"Henry, what are you doing? You do realize he's unconscious right?"

"Oh, yeah that's what he wants you to think."

Gus moved forward after he heard that, moving so that he was now standing to the left of his best friend's bedside.

"Shawn," he asked timidly, pinching the hand without the IV when he did not answer.

Shawn did not even flinch.

"Mr. Spencer, he's totally out. Shawn's a good faker, but even he can't pretend to be unconscious after that. His hand's red."

"So what are we looking at exactly," Juliet asked, ignoring the nagging feeling inside her that was not dealing well with the situation.

"Well, they were able to get the bullets out which did not do too much damage to his muscles and bones, but they said he bled an awful lot, which is why they've got him on donor blood right now. He's supposed to be waking up from the surgery any minute, but they said that it's better if he's out longer because he's going to be in a lot of pain when he wakes up."

Almost as if on cue, a low moan echoed from the bed.

"Lassiter, push the red button," Henry ordered.

Lassiter complied and within minutes a young redheaded nurse who looked young enough to be fresh out of nursing school rushed into the cubicle.

"What seems to be the problem," she asked kindly, and then she saw Shawn stir and left the cubicle quickly, returning a minute later with a syringe. "This should help," she said, noting the frightened look on Gus's face before she emptied the syringe into Shawn's IV.

Just like that she was gone, and the group was left to wait. Shawn moved a few more times until his eyes finally opened.

"Ugh, can someone please quit banging those drums," he said dazedly, and then his eyes refocused. "Um, Gus, personal space," he asked, and Gus moved from where he was still leaning over him.

"Shawn," Juliet said leaning forward herself, using the bedrails to stabilize herself as she hugged him lightly.

"Uh, Jules, it's not that I'm not enjoying this very public display of affection, but I'm feeling pretty nauseous right now, and I wouldn't want to hurl on you," he gasped, and then an unidentifiable expression flashed across his face, before he pulled her back. "The accident, you were in the car. I got you out, but then you passed out, and I don't remember what happened after that. Are you okay," he asked, truly concerned.

"I'm fine Shawn. It's just a broken leg, nothing I can't handle.

"Oh, Jules I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it wasn't your fault."

"You're right it wasn't. It was Lassie's fault," he said finally, staring at the man with a look that was an odd mixture of mirth and faux anger. "Mr. Head Detective is a given a chance to handle a situation his way, and his best solution is to plow his car into the perp's."

"Hey, it's not like I had a lot of options," the detective shot back playfully.

"Alright, boys, stop fighting. Shawn needs to get some rest, and so do you Juliet," Henry said, attempting to shoo her out.

"I'm not going anywhere," Juliet said firmly, leaving no room for an argument.

"Well, for the record, I'm glad you are both doing well, but I've got to get back to the station, got a lot of paperwork to catch up on, and I think that it will finally be quiet enough for me to be able to finish it," Lassiter said, before getting up and leaving.

"So, is it over? Is it really over?"

"Yeah it's over kid, Duffy's dead."

"And what about all the other Duffys?"

"They were all under Duffy's control. He was the one giving orders. With him out of the picture, they're not going to waste their time pursuing you. In fact, from what I hear, Mrs. Duffy tried to send you a thank you card. Apparently his paternal family was not the only ones he was controlling. The cops raided his house and found evidence of physical abuse."

"So what happened to Andrew?"

"Andrew is moving to the East Coast with his mother to live near his grandmother."

"That's good, I guess. Could be like a fresh start for them."

"Let's hope," Henry said, just as his cell phone started to vibrate. He did not answer it, but looked at the caller ID, before looking back at Shawn. "I've got to go Shawn, duty calls," he said, before quietly leaving the cubicle.

"So here we are, alone in a hospital cubicle again."

"Yes, I think you've made it too much of a habit lately."

"Now that it's over, I mean pending any more emergencies, how about we talk about more pressing matters, like where to hold what is going to be a wedding for the record books."

"Well, I think the beaches of Antigua are booked, but I have had my eye on the Hanging Gardens downtown."

"I like the sound of that, but will they be able to accommodate an elephant?"

"I don't think so Shawn," she said, her tone of voice telling him that even if they could she was not too keen on the idea.

"Aw, there goes my dream wedding," he answered jokingly.

"I don't know, I think we can still work with a pachyderm-less wedding."

They went on for the rest of the afternoon and on into the night, when they were sadly parted by the same head nurse who had let her in earlier.