I got this chapter's idea of watching a One Piece AMV with Sanji as the star…no really, I did. Seriously, it's not that funny!!

Disclaimer: Well, when it all boils down to it, hell, I don't even own the main frickin' idea!!

Stop laughing all ready!! Well I hit major writer's block, and proceeded to spend most of my time playing NeverWinter Nights, which is a sick awesome RPG game…but this is besides the point, now isn't it?

He Remembers How to Swim!?

Lassiter, being a creature of habit, liked being in control of things. When Shawn had been Shawn, this had changed, had threatened his collectedness about every matter from ordering lunch, to being shot at-he was shot at much more often than the ordering lunch, but this wasn't really saying something…

Now that Shawn was, a few puppies short of a pet shop, Carlton somehow didn't find it too hard to incorporate the younger in his daily schedule. He wasn't that much of a bother anymore, wasn't snooping around various dangerous places, stuck to Lassiter like a bur, and while Lassiter was heavily grateful he no longer had to look out for the kid in crime scenes, (But remember, he wasn't doing that in the first place!!) he didn't so much as mind the last trait Shawn had picked up.

No one had ever clung to him, not his wife, Miss. So-strong-I-Don't-Need-a-Man-or-You, Carlton Lassiter.

"Detective, we've got the whereabouts of the guy who robbed the bank two days ago. Mike Randall."

"About time." Even if this was a very good time, his officers had done a good job but Lassiter wasn't going to admit that.

Of course this meant he had to go along and cuff the guy. This meant he had to postpone his promise to take Shawn to some restaurant he had asked cutely to go to. This meant he had to take Shawn with him to the docks where a small number of officers were spreading themselves thin to corner him…

Dear Lord on high…

"Can't I come, please? I won't cause trouble, Lassie! I'll just stay behind you, honest!"

"No, Shawn. Stay here, behind this building, so help me God if you get anywhere near the docks I will shoot you myself." But he wasn't being over-protective of the slimmer.

"But Carly-"

"Stay. Here."

Shawn huffed and watched Lassie disappear around the corner, the head detective flicking his coat back and no doubt fingering his gun. Other officers trailed expertly behind the leader of the pack. Sure Shawn knew it was dangerous but-

A shot rang out, sending Shawn a good three inches from his seat. From the docks. A sense of impending doom rose in his chest, fighting his stomach for occupancy of his throat. 'Lassie's okay, Lassie's okay…' Drumming the mantra through his mind wasn't that easing, as much as Shawn wished it was. A small green little punch buggie pulled up and parked beside him. Shawn blinked, awaiting the driver to get out, reveal themselves because Shawn wasn't sure who it was. The blonde form the station got out, raising one eyebrow at Shawn, maybe just the car, though.

'Oh…Juliet, wasn't it?' He bit his lip, then pushed open his door and got out, high tops smacking the smooth pavement.

"Shawn! Okay obviously since you're here Carlton's not far behind…which means they've cornered Randall." She seemed to be talking more to herself now than Shawn, but he waited patiently for her to address him. Juliet paused, looking vaguely behind his shoulder; Shawn twisted around, a white truck also parking itself. The brunette watched his dad get out. How had he found the younger Spencer?

"Shawn, listen, we gotta talk…" about what though, Shawn never found out.

Another shot rang out, a splash filling the air and the many shouts of "Detective!"

Shawn didn't think this time, didn't try to comfort himself with meaningless thoughts, he just spun on his heels and went from standstill to a run in seconds. Calls f his name sounded behind him, but he ignored both calls. These people weren't as important as Carlton was to him.

Juliet waited, caught the escaping perp hightailing it down the beach, immediately sending the other police men and woman after him, which they did, sending cautious glances at the stirring waters, one staying behind to explain what the hell had happened.

"He put a gun to an officer, and the Head Detective tackled 'em both! Randall got away, swam up to shore…but Detective Lassiter hasn't come up yet. We can't see any blood, either, ma'am."

"Lassie!" The brunette dropped to his knees on the dock above the stirring water, watching the bubble rise apathetically. All three of them had heard the gunshot-all three of them, even Shawn knew what that cracking ring sound might mean.

He felt more than saw his Dad behind him and twisted back to look at him.

"Well kid? What're ya gonna do?" Shawn bit his lip; shrinking back from the stern looking man, and he thought, what would Lassiter do if it was Shawn in the water like that? Without a second thought Shawn pushed himself of the dock, into the murkiness of the water, and therefore did not hear Juliet's call and loud gasp.

The water surrounded him immediately, little bubbles rising up and tickling his nose, but they weren't Shawn's air bubbles…before entering the water, his lungs had pulled in huge gasps of air within seconds-which lead him to believe he must has swam a slot before. A quick push of his arms and legs sent him lower, deeper, into colder waters. 'Lassie…' he thought desperately, spotting the limp figure, ensured by his left arm and shoulder. Lassiter turned to Shawn.

His lips slightly parted, eyes closed…Shawn swam faster to his detective's side.

Juliet waited moment, motionless out of pure shock. Her eyes widened. "B-but, Shawn has amnesia! He remembers how to swim? That's not…" Not that she was looking a gift horse in the mouth, but Dear God she did not want to bring up two bodies from the ocean…she couldn't.

Henry shook his head. "No, I don't think Shawn remembers, at least he wouldn't if you were to come up right then and there and ask him on the street. Right now he's probably never heard of the swan dive or the backstroke. But these aren't normal circumstances…and I'm sure you've seen it in interrogation, officer. If the mind get desperate enough, the body begins to do things it can't, or doesn't know how to with practiced ease. Like an adrenaline rush."

"So Shawn-"

"He's just reverting back to his old mindset, a desperate attempt to be of some use to someone he cares the world over for. It's as simple as that."

'Not so simple if Carlton were to hear it.' Juliet thought to herself. Both of them watched the bubbles rise, steadily now, but Henry made no move to quell them and Juliet gave herself till the count of fifteen to go and get them herself.

She, of course, didn't want to ruin a good bonding moment for the two she really cared about…but bonding moments aren't supposed to come just before you drown.

That's kinda it. Um, please leave feedback and review about your thoughts, would you? I don't really like this chapter-it seems so choppy, but I've got my mindset of clearing things up in the next chapter. This story is actually almost finished; about four more chapters should warp it up.