A/N: Hey, there guys! This might seem slightly slow, but I'm saving the main whumpage for the next chapter. But don't worry, this is the chapter where all the T-Rated stuff begins, and it has a very angry Juliet and . . . . . . .
(Ch8) A Wildly Attractive Killer At A Sexual Level
A/N: The title is a clue . . . . . you might guess who the other kidnapper(s) is if you remember something about that line! Okay, here we go . . . . .
CH 8:-
Juliet groaned, sitting up slightly from the uncomfortable position in which she had been deposited. Then the ground jerked, and she fell to her side, falling on something soft and warm. Her first thought was a bear, and that she was in a jungle.
Wow, so Gus-inian of her.
Then she realized, the solid floor beneath her was that of a vehicle . . . a van. And the body on which had landed smelt extremely homey. Shawn.
She propped herself up on her elbows with a grunt of pain. They must have stopped moving, because she could no longer feel the vibrations of the engine below her knees.
She slid up to the warm body, and turned Shawn over. His eyes were closed, and on checking his neck, she felt a strong heartbeat there. Sighing in relief, she pulled away her hand, trying and failing miserably to remember who her captor had been.
Then her eyes fell on her fingers, which had just pulled away from Shawn's throat . . . they were coated in a dark wet thing, it was hard to make it out in the dark van, but she assumed it was blood.
Reaching over, she tilted Shawn's head upwards, and the slice right under his jaw line caught her eye. Then she put a hand on Shawn's chest, and she could feel the sweat on the exposed part of his chest coating her fingers.
'Shawn,' she whispered.
Shawn didn't move a single muscle. She gently shook him, afraid she would jostle any other injuries he may have.
That's when she felt the world spin a bit, and she grabbed at her head, 'Ah! Son of a bitch!'
Shawn shifted at her voice, and she made out a slight whimper coming from his, right before the door of the van flew open, the bright light momentarily blinding her.
'There she is!' it was Allison Cowley. Juliet froze. Not her. Not her again.
'Allison!' Juliet growled. 'Let us go.'
'Yeah, I would do that, detective . . . . . I'm sorry, are you still a junior detective?' Allison taunted. Juliet glared at her.
'Anywho,' Allison dismissed, taking a step into the van. 'It's not my call anymore. See, I've got a partner, who has reserved you r boyfriend . . . . . and I am leaving Shawn all to her. So without her permission, I can't let you go.'
Then she promptly grabbed at Juliet, who ducked away and delivered a perfect punch on her face, even in her dazed state.
'You,' she grunted as she grabbed Allison around the waist and pushed her tactfully towards the edge of the van, 'have no idea how much hot waters you are in right now. Not only are you a certified psycho,' she growled with effort and managed to get Allison's right side over the edge. 'You have kidnapped an officer of the law and a police consultant.'
Allison fell over the edge and lay with her back against the road. She looked up at Juliet, her chest rising and falling rapidly from her scuffle, 'Oh, but Detective O'Hara, it was Shawn who kidnapped you!'
Juliet froze. And it clicked into place, 'YOU!' she cried in anguish. 'You were setting Shawn up! You're the one working with Yin, aren't you? You're his new Yang!'
'I'm no Yang!' Allison spat out, curling her lips in disgust. 'I am the new Yin. And because Yin refused to realize that, he set out to find a new Yang. In Shawn.'
Juliet gasped, and Allison grinned at the horrified expression. She stood up with a grunt of effort, and levelled a gun at the detective. Juliet slowly raised her hands, but her eyes focused on the gun.
'That's Shawn's,' she said simply.
'Yes, it is, Juliet,' another voice called from around the side of the van. And then her other captor stepped into view, making Juliet's breathing hitch and her heartbeat went wild. 'A box of Mars bars to you.'
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'Looky, looky!' the brown-haired ex-convict sang, looking at something past Juliet. The detective spun around to see the Shawn's eyes were open, looking around and trying to take in the surroundings.
'Shawn!' Juliet sighed in relief. 'You okay?'
Shawn opened his mouth, and closed it again, his eyes trying to focus on Juliet.
'No talking!' Allison barked, and Juliet felt the gun digging into her spine. 'Move!'
Juliet kept her eyes on Shawn for a little while longer, and then she was forced to step out of the van when the gun poked her. She kept her arms raised as the captors led her down a rundown path. She could hear the other offender half-dragging a much disorientated Shawn right behind Allison.
'Now, inside,' Allison commanded, kicking open the door to the strangely well-kept building. Juliet stepped inside, and was hit by a massive feeling of déjà vu. But she wasn't sure why.
Allison led her down a flight of stairways that reminded Juliet of the stairs leading to the interrogation rooms at the SBPD. Except, this place wasn't that safe. And the lighting was horrible. Twice or thrice, Juliet had narrowly missed falling and impaling herself on something.
Even in the dingy lighting, she felt like the room she was being forced into was very familiar. But then, she had no more time to think about it, Allison forced her into the room, and tied one hand of hers to the rungs on the table with a thick rope. Then she was made to sit down on one side of the table, on a very familiar chair.
Then Allison went out and dragged in Shawn, who looked more focused than before. But he didn't say a word, struggling to observe the room. His probable concussion and the darkness couldn't have been helping.
'What did you do this time, to implicate Shawn?' Juliet spat at the psycho.
'I beat the pulp out of Yin, and then I hung him.'
Juliet laughed, 'What, you thought they won't get your DNA off of him?'
Personally, she knew that a brutally murdered Yin was all it's take for the whole damn SBPD to believe that it had been, as a matter of fact, Shawn who was the new serial killer.
'They might,' Allison agreed. 'But it wouldn't matter. You two would be dead by then. Now, I want Shawny here to die first, make you suffer . . . but my partner here disagrees. What is your opinion?'
'You're crazy!' Juliet screamed. That seemed to bring Shawn back into focus yet again, and he frowned at her across the table. Distracted, she didn't notice what Allison had been doing until it was too late.
'NO!' Juliet cried, but Allison had already struck Shawn's head with the gun. Shawn slumped forward in his seat with a grunt of pain, and his head fell to his chest.
Allison laughed, 'I wonder how he'd function if I gave him brain damage!'
'You bitch!' Juliet screamed, struggling against her bonds, as the crazy walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. Juliet quickly turned to Shawn, and she could make out the trail of blood coming down to his right temple. A drop of blood fell to the table.
'He'll die of the injury!' Juliet shouted. She knew the two captors were probably listening to her. 'At least give some pressure to his wound!'
But there was no response to her request except for the resounding silence.
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Carlton Lassiter pinched the bridge of his nose. And on closing his eyes, all he could see was the bloody pulp that used to be Yin, hanging from the ceiling by his neck.
Spencer, he thought. Then he shook himself. He had absolutely forbidden himself from thinking anything about the case till the results came. Deep down, he was horrified . . . terrified even, that the man he had known for the last seven years could turn out to be a serial killer. It was bone-chilling.
His mind wandered off to his missing partner. At that point, he kind of wished that Spencer was the kidnapper, at least, he would never hurt O'Hara. But the other problem persisting was that if the two had been kidnapped by Yin's killers . . . . .
If the killers and Shawn shared a common enemy, why did they take that numbskull?
'Detective!' McNabb hurried into the room. 'We've got a coroner's report on Yin's body. The Chief wants you down to the briefing area.'
Lassiter jumped up from his seat and hurried outside to the briefing area, vaguely aware of the fact that McNabb was right behind him. Vick noticed him as he burst into the room and said, 'Okay, gather around everyone.'
All officers gathered around. The biscuit lady moved towards the area too, however, a sharp look from the chief made her think better of it.
The Chief then turned on the projector, and images from the crime scene flashed up. She turned to the officers and started, 'Okay, so, today, our psychic consultant managed to get a revelation about the murder of the Jane Doe we found murdered in his apartment with Mr. Spencer's DNA on him. A short while before the murder was committed, we got a call from Detective O'Hara, informing us that someone had attacked Spencer at the Psych office. It is believed that the assailant who tried to kill Spencer is the same person who murdered our Jane Doe. So, Spencer got the vision, and Detective O'Hara and he headed down to the place where he believed the murderer was. O'Hara was instructed to call for backup in case they found the culprit. We, however, did not get any call requesting backup. We tracked O'Hara's car to a remote bungalow which seemed deserted, about two hours after they had left. While we did not find O'Hara and Spencer, we did find someone else . . . . .'
Taking in a deep breath, Karen turned to the projector as it displayed an image of how they had found Yin: hanging from the ceiling, reduced to a mass of bloody pulp.
'Allow me to interject here, Chief,' came a smooth voice over the shocked murmurings of the officer. Lassiter felt his blood pressure rise, but he quenched the desire to choke the Detective from the first floor, these guys just begged to be made into a detective, and then they thought they were the finest crime solving machines that there ever would be.
'Yes, Detective Hill,' Chief Vick sighed.
'In my professional opinion, I believe that taking into account the fact that Spencer's DNA was found on the first body as well,' he paused at the narrowed eyes of several officers and the chief herself, before continuing. 'I feel we can guess who could've killed Yin. The serial killer has been after him for four years now, we can assume that he snapped, figured out it was Yin, and on reaching the destination, brutally murdered him.'
Hill raised his arm to stop the angry protests. 'And when O'Hara happened to become the witness, he disappeared with her. Or, there is always a chance that they both ran away to protect Spencer's dirty little secret, taking into consideration the romantic relationship between the two.'
Silence prevailed in the whole station. Karen Vick smiled slowly, 'Detective Hill, how like you low grade detectives to try and do everything to eliminate anyone who happens to be better than you.'
At this, the smug smile on Hill's face evaporated. He seemed to shrink a bit and Lassiter sneered at him, before snapping, 'Now, SBPD, if you would like to see some detective work, and not some pathetic excuse for a detective work, we have the coroner's report on Yin's body.'
The chief didn't stop him from insulting the officer, and Hill let a dark look settle over his features before he retreated to the back of the room.
'We have bigger problems pathetic detectives, Officers,' Karen Vick announced. She turned to the projector just as a new image popped up. And Lassiter grit his teeth.
'Allison Cowley. Many may remember her from the last Yin case; she was his apprentice, as confirmed by Mr. Spencer's and Detective O'Hara's statements. She escaped the confines of her asylum after killing two night guards two days prior. Why the asylum failed to contact us immediately to forewarn for Shawn's safety is still being investigated into. And this, this person many of you may not remember. Detective Lassiter?'
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'Lindsey Leiken,' Shawn chuckled. 'I'd be damned. I never thought we'd run into each other like this. Maybe you could untie me and I could not make the mistake of sleeping with a killer-slash-fake psychic again.'
'Are you sure you don't wanna date me again, Shawn?' Lindsey smiled down at him fondly. For the first time in his entire damn lifetime, Shawn was scared of a fond look. Then Lindsey cupped Shawn's cheek and leaned closer, whispering softly, 'I think we fit together perfectly.'
She swooped closer, way too close for his comfort and he leaned back, answering, 'Yeah, well, I kinda sorta found a girl, and I'm totally committed to her.'
'Really?' Lindsey searched Shawn's hazel eyes, piercing gaze seemed like she was trying to reach into him with her eyes and force his heart to relent. 'How committed would that be?'
'I'm so committed, it's stupid,' Shawn answered, holding the gaze, vaguely aware of the fact that he had pulled this one once before. 'I'm stupid committed.'
'Well, that's just a shame!' she sighed, pulling away from him. 'Who's the lucky girl?'
If Shawn had relaxed a bit from the end to her proximity to him, he was tensed all over again. He couldn't bring Jules into this, so he took a deep breath.
Okay, this would be just like beating a polygraph.
'Oh, you know,' Shawn answered, gaze unwavering. 'Just this girl I met around in a restaurant.'
That was half-true.
'Ha,' she laughed. 'This girl wouldn't happen to be a certain Juliet O'Hara, would she?'
Shawn drew a sharp breath, 'Okay, but she has absolutely nothing to do with this thing, right? I mean, this is just between me, you and that chimp from Monkey Shine.'
'I might consider that,' she answered with a chuckle. She bent over; her lips brushed his earlobe as she whispered. 'I might consider that. But you need to cooperate for that.'
Shawn forced himself to keep from jumping back in disgust, and he clenched his jaw. 'I might consider cooperating, but only if you keep your word and don't let Allison near Juliet. And preferably me. In fact, you could just lock her in the bathroom for being a naughty girl and killing her master.'
'We'll see who'll be the naughty girl,' Lindsey whispered, drawing back just a bit so that her face was centimetres from him. Shawn forced down a retort and a grimace.
'Deal,' he managed.
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'I'm sure you remember Lindsey Leiken.' The chief gave him a meaningful look.
Lassiter glanced at the new image. And he nodded, 'She was a phony who came from D.C., claiming to be psychic as well. Later, Spencer exposed her to be a phony, and she had been in prison for the last three years on assault charges on Spencer and the murder of her partner-in-crime.'
'Yeah, well, she was out on parole. We can safely assume that Allison tracked her down and somehow these tow entered into a partnership. Now, they probably have Shawn and Juliet.'
'And how can we assume this?' Hill had re-emerged from the crowd. People shot him dirty looks which were ignored diligently.
'Because we found Allison's DNA on Yin.' Vick answered triumphantly.
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Allison had dragged Juliet out of the room after a while and had tied a cloth over her eyes. Then, she had forced Juliet into a chair after taking her someplace.
After securing Juliet to the chair, Allison pulled off the blindfold and Juliet found herself looking at Shawn's slumped figure through a tinted window. Frowning, she looked around, and then realization hit her.
'This is a police building!' she gasped.
'One point!' Allison smirked. 'This is the old SBPD building.'
'So, you'll be killing us at a police station?' Juliet laughed at the irony. Allison smiled, 'No.'
The laughter died in Juliet's throat. 'What do you mean?'
'We'll torture your Shawnie. Then, we'll kill you both.'
'You wouldn't dare!' Juliet shouted, her eyes flashing.
'Oh, I will. And you know why? Because there is absolutely nothing you can do against it.'
Juliet was spared from screaming at her again, because Leiken threw a glass of water in Shawn's face. He gasped and woke up, and then he looked up at the figure standing before him.
'Why did she join you?' Juliet asked after watching Shawn stall for a while.
Allison growled a bit, as she heard Shawn referring to her as the chimp from Monkey Shines. Then she sighed, 'Well, seems like she really did fall for your boyfriend all those years ago . . .'
'What?' Juliet snarled. Then she could see Lindsey Leiken lean very close to her boyfriend, and her fingers dug into the armrests to which her arms were secured. Shawn clenched his jaw and she could see his eyes hardening as she whispered something to him.
Then she drew away and Shawn visibly relaxed.
'Oh, you know,' he said. 'Just this girl I met in a restaurant.'
'Ha,' Lindsey laughed with pure joy. 'This girl wouldn't happen to be a certain Juliet O'Hara, would she?'
Shawn drew a sharp breath, and with him Juliet took in just as much air. 'Okay, but she has absolutely nothing to do with this thing, right? I mean, this is just between me, you and that chimp from Monkey Shine.'
Allison roared again, 'He should learn to control his mouth. I can cause him so much pain, he'll forget how to speak.'
'You'd better not try that, Chimp,' Juliet couldn't resist.
'And why's that?' Allison spun her around to face her, resting a blade she hadn't noticed earlier right beside her right eye. Juliet froze. Thankfully, the very next moment, Lindsey started whispering to Shawn again, and her attacker turned back to the glass.
Then the brown-haired woman leaned close to Shawn again, and Juliet bit her tongue to keep herself from spewing expletives. The two talked quietly for a while, and she could see Shawn's jaw clenching and unclenching and his nails digging into the table as he glared at Lindsey. Finally, when she felt like she would scream if she wasn't able to hear anything soon, she heard Shawn's voice ring loud and clear, making a feeling of dread settle over her, 'Deal.'
Lindsey smiled and leaned over, kissing Shawn's cheek. Juliet clenched her fists tighter, if that was possible, and Shawn had closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, his body tensing and his jawline becoming even more prominent.
'Good,' Leiken finally drew away and she sat back on the table, in front of Shawn. She rested her feet on the chair on both sides of Shawn and Juliet could see him trying to scoot away. But he had been just as tightly secured to the table as she had been.
His eyes reflected the same disappointment as she was experiencing as she realized that Lindsey Leiken wanted to have a long chat with Shawn.
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