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A/N: Ok. More info on this story. Shawn and Jules are dating and Jules is 8 and a half months pregnant and restricted to desk work. Change from chapter 1. He doesn't have till midnight to save her.
Chapter 2: Disaster
Jules joined Shawn and Gus at her desk. Shawn put his hand on her stomach.
"Why didn't you tell me you had a brother?" Jules asked.
"I don't like to talk about it." Shawn said. "I always thought it was my fault. I didn't do anything."
"You were 10." Shawn sighed. "I guess we should go tell dad." He followed a prisoner being released with his eyes. Without warning, the prisoner head butted the officer's and grabbed the other's gun and shot the one that was left. Jules and the others pulled out their guns and started firing. The one that was head butted got up and started fired at Jules and the others.
Shawn saw a bullet whiz past his head. It hit Jules. Shawn crawled over to her. He put his hand over her wound. It wasn't working. He used his t-shirt.
"Gus!" Gus crawled over.
"Is she ok?"
"Does she look ok? I need a first aid kit." Shawn shouted over the noise. "In the break room. First cabinet on the right. Go!"
Gus did what his best friend asked. He grabbed the kit and went back by Shawn. Shawn dug around for the gauge, pulled it open with his teeth and pressed it on her wound. The cops followed them outside. Shawn felt for a pulse. He couldn't find one. He started doing mouth to mouth. Gus called an ambulance.
"C'mon Jules. You got to breath." Shawn said doing more compressions. Five minutes later the ambulance arrived. The paramedics were at Shawn's side.
"Breathe Jules." Shawn said oblivious to the paramedics. "Breathe damn it."
"Son, let us take over." The older one said. Shawn let him take over.
"How far along is she?"
"8 and a half months."
"Let's move men." Shawn absently walked out to the car. Gus got into the driver's seat. They drove to the hospital. Shawn ran inside and found the doctors working on her in the trauma room.
"Are you the boyfriend?" One asked.
"Fiancé." Shawn choked out. "Is she ok?"
"She's lost a lot of blood."
"What about the baby?"
"We'll do everything we can to save them both. We're going to do an emergency c-section."
"Can I be there?" Shawn asked.
"Of course." The doctors said.
"Here put these on." Another doctor said handing him some scrubs. Shawn put them on and went to stand by Jules's side.
"I'm sorry but you have to stay over there. We need to room to work." Shawn backed off and watched as they cut open the love of his life. They worked quickly and pulled the baby out.
"It's a girl! Wait, I see another one!" The doctor said pulling
another one out. "It's a boy!" Jules started crashing. They kicked Shawn out. They took the babies to the nursery. Shawn followed reluctantly. He took the paper scrubs off they'd given him.
The chief stopped him.
"Mr. Spencer?" How's Detective O'Hara?"
"In surgery."
"And the baby?"
"They seem to be ok."
"They?"
"It was twins." Shawn said.
"Go be with them."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I need to find who did this to them."
"Mr. Spencer, I hardly think you're in any condition too--"
"Chief, please. It has to be me. I think there's a connection to the Mark Deacon case."
"Alright, fine. I'm counting on you to find who did this."
"Keep me posted." Shawn said rushing off to find Gus.
They drove to Henry's house in silence. Gus got out and was half way to the door before he realized Shawn was still in the car.
"Shawn, are you coming?"
"Yea. I guess." Shawn walked mindlessly to the house. He opened the door and stopped into the living room. Gus followed right behind him. Shawn was oblivious to the voices in the kitchen.
The gun shots rang in his ears. All he saw was Jules fall to the ground. He vaguely could hear Gus calling his name
"What?" Shawn said snapping out of it.
"Are you going to tell your dad?"
"Tell my dad what?"
"About Jamie."
"Right." Henry heard the boys. He came into the living room. A woman followed him.
"Henry we were…" She looked at Shawn. "Hi Shawnee."
"Mom? What are you doing here?"
"I'm here for work."
"What happened to your shirt?" Henry asked seeing the blood on Shawn's shirt.
"Oh my god. Is that blood?" Madeline asked.
"I'm fine, mom. It's not mine."
"Whose is it?" Shawn looked down at his hands and at his t-shirt. Suddenly, he pulled it off and threw it on the ground. Jules. Her blood was on his hands. His shirt. She was dying before his eyes and there wasn't a damn thing he could do.
"Shawn?" Henry asked. "What happened?"
"There was so much blood." Shawn said sitting on the couch. His mother wrapped a blanket around him as she next to him.
"Shawnee, tell us what happened?"
"They shot up the station."
"Who shot up the station, Shawn?" Henry asked.
"I don't know dad. They shot her."
"Shot who?" Madeline asked.
"Jules."
"Jules. What was she doing at the station?" Henry asked.
"Desk work."
"Jules? That detective you've always talk about."
"Yea." Shawn said putting on an extra shirt he kept at his dad's.
"We're going to find them, Shawn."
"Oh I know." Shawn said getting up. "And they're going to pay."
"Are you going to tell them?"
"Tell us what?"
"Their reopening the Mark Deacon case."
"The guy who took Jamie?" Madeline asked.
"Yea." Shawn said. "The Chief believes Jamie may still be alive."
"After 20 years?" Madeline asked.
"Yes."
"I guess I always had a feeling."
"I promise, mom. I'm going to find him."
"I don't understand why they would shoot up the station." Madeline said.
"I don't know mom." Shawn thought back. The prisoner. The gun. They shot three people and aimed at the fourth. He had help.
"Dude, I think the cases are connected."
"What?" Gus asked.
"It all makes since. They took out the people that put them away."
"What are you talking about?"
"Jules, Lassie, and Buzz. They shot at me but I was helping Jules."
"But we didn't put them away."
"No but my dad put their partner's away 20 years ago."
"Shawn, I don't want you on this case. It's too dangerous." Henry said.
"Sorry dad. But they shot my girl. No one's going to get away with that." Shawn said. "We need to find out who these guys were."
"I'm ahead of you there." Gus said. "The Chief called while you were talking to your parents. She said the prisoner was Mark Deacon's brother, Dane. He was in for kidnapping and murder. She also said she'd let us know when she found out anything from the hospital."
"Good. Let's get to work." Shawn said going out to the car.
"Actually, I have to get back to work."
"Gus, c'mon. It's Jules." Shawn gave his best puppy dog face.
"I know. Screw work. But first we have to make a stop."
Shawn cheered victoriously and got in the car.