Hello everyone! Update is here. Not as early as i wanted it. You wouldn't believe what happened. I come home, expecting there to be my usual internet, nice and easy for me to use. WRONG! Anyways, the update is here.

This chapter has slight gore. But nothing too bad.

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William's car pulled up into the theatre. Natalie stepped out of the car calmly and waited. William dragged Shawn out of the car and held on to his arm tightly. Then, they made their way towards the entrance, Shawn limping the whole way. Once they finally entered the theatre, Shawn looked around and finally realized the terrible truth. If he didn't give an exact location for the money, he would be dead. He tried to come up with a logical place that the money could be, but came up with nothing. The only thing that there was left to do for him, was to hope that Juliet and Gus had picked up on his clues and that they would come to his rescue.

William threw Shawn against the wall. Shawn, so near to collapsing, planted his shot foot down and pushed himself back up.

"Well, that was completely and totally unnecessary" Shawn said.

"You're completely and totally unnecessary" William said, on edge with Shawn.

"No, you are" Shawn said, realizing he could buy some time with this.

"No. You are. I said it first" William said, getting sucked into Shawn's childish game.

"Your face is" Shawn said.

"No it's not."

"Yes. It truly is. And so is your mom."

"Hey! My mom was-"

"Will!" Natalie said, finally putting a stop to the madness. William stared at Natalie then at Shawn, very embarrassed that he had just had a very long argument about something so stupid.

"Right" he said. He pulled out his gun, cleared his throat and held his head up high, holding whatever dignity he had left. "So, where's the money?"

"I don't know" Shawn said with a smile.

"You don't know?!" William yelled. "I seem to recall you said you saw the money! So where'd you see it?! Where is it!"

"The spirits have lead me here. And then they left."

"Well maybe, your spirits need a little inspiration" William held his gun up to Shawn's head. "It's simple really. If your spirits can't find me the money, then you can join your stupid spirits."

Shawn searched his brain, thinking logical. If he had 2 million dollars and 2 crooks were after them, where would he hide it. He knew Gus would hide it in a bank. But he can't exactly use that. So what's as good as a bank? A safe. Obviously. Shawn looked up into the booth and saw something he should have noticed the first time he was there. With ne found confidence, he spoke up.

"In his office. The spirits are telling me that the money is up in the booth." Natalie laughed.

"I searched that place. Three times. How could I miss something as big as 2 million dollars?" she asked.

"You just didn't know what to look for. Up in the booth, there is a picture of a flower framed and put up. I don't like flowers. And what man does? It's just covering up the safe that was inbuilt into the wall. That's where the money is" Shawn said. William looked at Natalie.

"I'll check it out. Natalie, stay with this idiot" William said, and then he took off towards the booth. Shawn turned and faced Natalie. Finally, he could question her. That's what he wanted from the beginning anyways.

"So tell me, Natalie-"

"Shut up" she said. Shawn was taken back. "I'm not going to play your stupid games. I'm just here to make sure you don't run away. Or call the cops. Or something like that. So just keep your mouth shut."

"Well, you took my phone, so that leaves calling the cops out. And I got shot in the foot and stabbed in the thigh. I think you can exclude running as one of my ways out. Now, Natalie-"

"I said shut up."

"I just wanted to ask how you got to be like this." Shawn said.

"What do you mean?"

"I looked you up. Straight A student. Graduated with honours. You were a great kid. And then you opened up a charity, starting from scratch. And it became a huge success. All in the memory of your beloved grandmother. That doesn't exactly sound like a murderer/thief to me." Natalie just stared at him.

"I don't see how that's any of your business" Natalie said.

"I'm a detective. I'm investigating your case. This is exactly my business."

"Fine. You'll be dead soon enough anyways" Natalie expecting those words to have a bigger impact on Shawn, but instead he just stood there smiling at her. "I loved Will. And we've been getting by pretty well. We've gotten the money necessary to live. But… he always wanted more. We came here just to visit Helga. No money plan or anything. And then she tells us about her will… I could see that Will was considering killing her, but I made him promise not to. When we heard Ramoray had a lot of money, Will gave me a choice. We either take his money or Helga's money."

"You chose wrong" Shawn said.

"You expect me to kill Helga? She's been in my life for as long as I can remember."

"There's always a way out. You didn't have to go through with either one of these illegal get rich quick schemes that your husband crafted. Didn't you understand he was bad news once he robbed that bank?"

"When he got out he said he was a changed man. And I had already waited 10 years. I didn't want to wait any longer."

"You're afraid of being alone" Shawn said, finally understanding Natalie. She just stared at him. "Psychic, remember? Maybe you did fall in love in the 90's, but once he got arrested you realized he was bad news. So you didn't wait for him. You let him rot in that prison cell. 10 years later, he comes out, promises he's a changed man and proposes. It was you first proposal and at 35, you were afraid it would be your last. You didn't want to be alone, so you accepted. That's why throughout all his thefts and schemes you've stayed with him. You don't want to be alone!"

Natalie was lost for words. How was it possible that this man she never met before today, knew her better than she knew herself.

"It's not too late" Shawn reassured her. "It's never too late."

"The money wasn't there!" William yelled as he made his way back to his wife. "There was a total of one hundred and fifty 7 dollars in there. What stupid trick are you trying to pull here, huh?!"

"You took the hundred and fifty seven dollars, didn't you" Shawn said, judging him.

"He's dead. It's fair game" William said, using Shawn's words. "Now where is the money?!" Shawn swallowed. He had hoped that it would take longer for William to get into the safe. Instead, he managed to do it almost instantly.

"Well... Uh…"

"You don't know do you?" Shawn shook his head. William pulled out his gun and placed it on Shawn's head again. Shawn stared at the gun, terrified for his life. "Then you are of no use to me."

Just as William was about to pull the trigger, Natalie pushed William back.

"You promised me no one would die" she hissed.

"He has to. He knows too much and he's of no use to me."

"If you kill him, I'm leaving" Natalie said.

"He's a cop. If we let him go, he'll squeal on us and turn us in. Is that what you want?" Natalie just stared at him, glaring. "I'll give him another chance. One. If he messes it up again, I'm shooting him in between the eyes. Are we clear, honey?"

"Give me the gun" Natalie said, not answering his question. William sighed and handed her the gun. "No one dies. Got it?" William glared but nodded.

"Come on, psychic. Where's the money?" William asked. Shawn zeroed on the fact that William still had a knife tucked in his boot. Judging by the look on his face, Shawn was certain that just because he didn't have gun, did not mean that he wouldn't threaten his life.

Shawn thought again. It wasn't in his safe. That's where Gus would have put it. Shawn would have been more creative. Put it in a toy. Or hide it in plain sight. And that's when it hit Shawn. Hidden in plain sight. Everyone could see where the money was hidden and that's why it was a brilliant hiding place. No one would think to look for money in there.

"On stage" Shawn said. William laughed. "Well, more accurately, under the stage. Tear up the floor boards and the money will be hidden underneath."

"That's the stupidest hiding place I've ever heard" William said.

"It's not stupid" Shawn said. "It's genius. And that's where the spirits are leading me. So if you would rather stay here like a good girl-"

"Hey! Don't you dare call me a girl!" William said, and then stormed off towards the stage. He then turned back to Natalie and Shawn. "You coming, or not?!" he yelled.

Natalie grabbed Shawn's arm and together they made their way towards the stage.

Natalie sat Shawn down on one of the seats at the stage. Shawn put his leg up, trying his best not to think of the pain. There was blood streaming all the way down his leg. Blood was dropping onto the floor and it was safe to say he would never wear those shoes again. Shawn groaned in pain. Natalie sat next to him and put her hand on his shoulder, offering an apologetic smile. If she got her life back on track, that would be enough for Shawn to forgive her. After, of course, she did her time in jail.

There's a sound. A weird sound. It's coming from up above. But nothing's up above. What's that sound? What is it?

William had grabbed a hammer from back stage and was working his way through the floorboards of the stage. He regretted so much shooting Shawn. If he hadn't, he could have forced him to do all the labour work. Tearing up the floor boards and searching the stage. It was a pain to be the one doing it. It hurt his back and was definitely hard work. He generally enjoyed taking things apart. And when there was a large money reward at the end, that was always a plus. But in this case, he didn't trust Shawn's theory and was fearing that his wife was getting ready to stab him in the back. She had already tried to protect Shawn and leaving those two alone before was a mistake. Who knew what kind of mind games he was playing with her.

That was why he called them both over. Shawn was a lot smarter than he previously thought. He suspected that Shawn was trying to tear the team apart. And he hated that. He loved his wife and the last thing he ever wanted to see was her walking away from him. And today was the first time in years that she had threatened to do so.

Finally, William had torn through enough floorboards to come to the conclusion that Shawn was in fact wrong about where the money was hidden. He stood up with a grin on his face. Shawn noticed and immediately expected the worst.

"The money isn't there" William said, still with that sickening grin on his face. Shawn's heart fell. Unless the Santa Barbara Police Department came to his rescue, he knew he was a goner.

"Really?" Shawn asked. "You sure you looked well enough?"

"I'm positive. So tell me, psychic. Were you lying when you told me the money was here? Or do you simply not know where the money is?"

"I don't know. The spirits lead me to the stage. Whether it was because the money was here or simply because they felt like performing an act, I don't know."

"Will" Natalie said, standing up and walking towards him. "Please don't do anything you'll regret."

"I won't regret anything." William pulled out his knife and walked towards Shawn.

"Nonono, Will. You promised. No one dies."

"I said one more chance. He blew it." Natalie stood in between William and Shawn.

"Please don't" Natalie said. William could do nothing but stare at his wife, feeling betrayed and stabbed in the back.

He hesitated for a second and then slapped Natalie across the face. The force knocked her down and pushed her out of the way. William approached Shawn and punched him in the face, knocking him out of his seat. He then walked towards Shawn fallen body and place his foot over his cut thigh. Then he stepped down on it, putting as much weight and pressure as possible on to it. Shawn yelled out in pain. William grabbed Shawn by the hair on his head and pulled him up so that he was kneeling. He then placed his knife on Shawn's throat.

"Say hello to Drake Ramoray, for me."

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