I don't own Psych or it's characters. I only write about them.

Mentions of events from this season (seven). "Juliet Takes a Luhvah" and "No Country for Two Old Men" but I could have missed other references...nothing ahead of where the episodes are now though so no worries!

"You going in to talk to him, or do you want me to do it?" Lassiter whipped his suit jacket back and rest his hands on his hips. Both he, and Juliet stared at a subdued Shawn through a one-way window into an interrogation room. His head was down and his muscles tense, staring at his fisted hands on the table before him. "Either way would be the same. He's on suicide watch, the Chief isn't going to just let him walk, O'Hara. He could have hurt someone." Juliet nodded quietly at his words, her face ashen and emotionless. The Head Detective cursed loudly. "Damn, I always knew he wasn't right in the head, but this?"

This granted him a hard glare. The older man threw his hands up in defense. "Look, obviously Spencer needs serious help, and as much as I hate to say it, I don't want his reputation stained over something like this. Get him to come willingly." Lassiter put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her lightly towards the door. "He'll listen to you before he'll listen to me. If it doesn't work we'll try Guster."

Juliet paused, her hand on the doorknob, and turned around to him. "Henry?"

"I don't trust him near Spencer yet." Lassiter found a toothpick in his pocket and began to chew on it. "The man looks like he's on the way to blowing a fuse or two. Might want to leave it until the morning."

"His son just tried to kill himself," she reminded her partner.

"Hey," Lassiter shrugged. "Your boyfriend, your call."

With a sigh, Juliet crossed her arms and grew silent. Shawn and Henry didn't get along very well, would this time be any different? Maybe his worry for his son would override his need to lash at him for trying to do something like this. She highly doubted that. Carlton, for once, had a better hold on reading the way this situation would play out emotionally.

"You're right, maybe you should send Henry home for the night."

"Good call, O'Hara." A pleased smirk slid onto the lanky Detective's face. He nodded, and headed out to find Henry, leaving her to take care of their favorite psychic on her own.

With lengthy intake of breath, she finally pushed the door open and entered the dragon. "Shawn, you know they want to have you committed, don't you?"

Shawn looked up, surprised to see Juliet standing near the door. With a small smile, he tossed his head to the side sharply and clicked his teeth. "C'mon, son. We both know that's not going to happen. I did my time already."

"Shawn," Juliet emphasized his name. "That was undercover, for a case. This was something that actually warrants twenty-four hour supervision, and an assessment."

"Heh, assessment." Shawn chuckled. "You said ass, Jules. I had to."

A solid fist slammed down onto the metal table between them. "I need you to listen!" That seemed to zip his lips, at least for a while anyway. "Shawn, can't you see this is hard enough for everyone as it is. No one wants you to go, believe me, but this is serious."

Shawn's mood quickly soured. He leaned far back in his uncomfortable interrogation chair and stared blankly at the ceiling. It was these moments that gave Juliet clarification that there was indeed something boiling beneath that quirky personality of his. Before Juliet could open her mouth, Shawn opened his, as if reading her mind. "Don't make me go, Jules."

She looked down at her hands. "I'm sorry Shawn. You made a suicide attempt, a public one at that." Shawn let out a loud groan, already knowing where this was going. He got up and began to pace. She almost didn't want to continue. She'd had to do this to dozens of unstable individuals, but when it came to her boyfriend it felt so wrong. She attempted to harden her face, but he didn't miss the tremble of her lips and the moisture gathering at the edges of her eyes.

"I have to take you into custody so that we can take you to the nearest mental rehabilitation center. Since you're not agreeing to go voluntarily, we will have to commit you involuntarily." Just saying the words were enough to make her breathless. What was worse is that Shawn no longer could look at her. He stared at the two-sided window, as if he could see through it. She took another breath and continued. "You'll have to sign a few—"

"Let's just skip all of this." Shawn growled. He kicked at the chair he once sat in hard enough to flip it onto its side. "Just get the damn papers for me so I can sign my soul away!"

"Shawn…I'm sorry." She placed a timid hand on his shoulder. "Just say you'll go voluntary. If you keep saying you won't then you have to go to court and then you'll have to stay."

"I'd have to stay anyway."

"Shawn, involuntary means that you don't leave until the court says you can." Shawn's body grew rigid. "I know you, it'll be like prison if you never know when you can go home, and you sure as hell won't be able to stand their rules for too long. It's not going to be a game like when you went undercover. Whatever they decide to do to you, we have little say over, and there won't be sugar pills this time."

He shrugged off the hand and turned to face her. "I can't do this with you right now."

"Do you need time to think?"

"I need to go home," Shawn sighed.

"You know we can't let you do that." She glanced from him, then back to the door. "I can leave you here for a few more minutes. It's getting late so I don't think we'll need this room anymore tonight. Is that okay?"

"I don't have many choices do I, Juliet?" His words had a slight bite to them, and she knew he would regret is later but for now it chipped at her heart slowly. "Go to the nut house or sit in the police station for a little longer, which would you prefer?"

"Shawn Spencer," Juliet pointed. "You're upset right now, but that doesn't give you the right to treat me like the bad guy. I'm giving you the choice. If I were the villain here, you would already have been admitted to some shady hospital down the street." She took a large intake of air, and the straightened herself. "Now, I'm going to leave and come back in exactly thirty minutes. Buzz will be guarding the door so don't even try to sneak out of here." She cleared her throat. "Would you like to say anything else before I go?" She waited, but nothing came. "Good. I hope you come to a solution that works best for you."

She spun and all but ran out the door, skirting past Buzz's concerned gaze.

Exactly thirty minutes later, the female detective stood prone outside the door. She leaned her head against it momentarily before plucking up courage to go back in to see her irritated boyfriend. She pushed the door open almost as if it were fragile. "I'm back," Juliet announced. She was surprised with an immediate answer.

"Go get the papers, I'll sign them, and then you can cuff me and take me wherever you want." Juliet stood prone, silent, and staring into his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Voluntary or involuntary?" She asked.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he finally answered. "Voluntary?"

A happy squeal brought the smile back to his face, and he allowed Juliet to jump up and wrap her arms around his neck. She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. But, when she pulled back he noticed her trembling lips, and her shaking eyes as she looked up into his own. "I don't want you to go."

"God, Jules I feel like I'm Marlowe and you're a much sexier, less hairy, Lassie. Can we just elope to Mexico? Maybe Lloyd can set us up with someone who can help us and not want to kill us. Maybe break out Harold and Kumar style?"

"As much as I would love to run with you across the Mexican border and test Lloyd's shady contacts, I have a stable job, and so do you, Shawn."

"If we Bonnie and Clyde it up, we could have a stable job," Shawn tempted. "I've always wanted to reenact that movie with a beautiful girl like you by my side."

"Nice try but no."

Shawn made a tsking sound through his teeth. "Man, Gus would've done it!"

"Gus is your beautiful girl? Shawn, I'm offended."

For a long moment, they stood together in a tight hug that neither wanted to end. They both knew that if it did, that would mean their time was up and they would have to pack up his things and go for a ride.

"I'll visit you whenever I can."

"I know."

"I'll bring pineapple smoothies."

"I'd love that, Jules."

"I'll even water your plants."

"Gus can do that."

"I'll bring some games."

"I knew there was a good reason for dating you."

Juliet leaned back, mock confusion written on her face. "I thought it was for washing your clothes because for some reason you can never separate lights from colors?

"I don't believe in segregation, Jules. Colors should be mixed with lights so that they can make mixed babies." Shawn chuckled and hugged his girl closer. He leaned down to kiss her neck. "And yes, that too," he admitted. "Plus, you reminded me to pack extra underwear without even saying it. You're good."

Juliet tapped her head, "I'm psychic. Don't forget that, Mr. Spencer."

"Yes, Psychic Detective O'Hara." Shawn chuckled.

"Now let's get going."

"Wait, you didn't let me tell you the real reason."

Juliet smiled. "Oh? So what is it then?"

"Because, you complete me like milk completes an Oreo cookie."

"Really Shawn? That's so cheesy."

"Really?" Shawn said with mock surprise, "Because I thought the Oreo cookie thing counter-balanced the cheesy part pretty well." He watched Juliet's eyes light up as she continued to listen to his ridiculous attempts at expressing his feelings. "Fine, because you…you're the Robin to my Batman, the Dicaprio to my Leonardo…or is that one the other way around?"

Juliet's laugh rang throughout the small interrogation room. She shook her head and stared up at her boyfriend, conflicted as to whether she should kiss him into silence or continue to playfully mock his admissions of love. "Wait, shouldn't Robin be Gus, not me?"

Shawn shook his head mirthfully and continued, "Juliet O'Hara, you make my life so much better than Gus, Robin and the awesomeness that is Despereaux combined."

"Hmm, you're comparing me to a criminal, a fictional character, and Gus." The blonde detective paused but then leaned forward and up onto her tiptoes to press a warm kiss upon Shawn's slightly chapped lips. Juliet leaned close to his ear to whisper, "I'll take that, but only because I know how much you love Despereaux. Now let's go before Carlton decides to join our conversation."

Shawn took Juliet's hand in his and followed her through the station. He asked, "No paperwork?"

"We'll deal with it later."

Packing had taken longer than expected. Once Shawn got wind of the potential length of his stay, he'd tried to stuff nearly every item from their home into his suitcase. They later had to repack everything to make sure he'd remembered his hair gel, because God forbid he go two weeks without having amazing hair. By the time they'd stepped through the front doors of the place she all but threw him at the doctors.

"Wait, I think I forgot my baby shampoo!" Shawn cried.

"It's in the front suitcase pocket, on the left," she answered with exasperation.

"My toothbrush! I left it on the counter!"

"Inside, middle pocket."

"Gameboy?"

"No electronics, remember? We discussed this." Now he was just fishing for excuses to leave. Juliet huffed and crossed her arms.

"Oh well, guess we better find a place that does allow it!" Shawn grabbed her arm to lead her back out the doors. "I think I know one about an hour from here, but we might want to check the address online. You paid the internet bill, right? Guess we're going home until we can find a hospital that allows electronics."

Juliet pulled away from his light grip and held his face in her hands, forcing him to stare at her. "You're scared," she stated.

His wandering eyes told her everything his lips could not. "Scared for Princess Peach, Jules. How will I help Mario save her from Bowser if I can't have my Gameboy?"

"Oh, Shawn." The young detective shook her head. "You'll be fine and so will Princess Peach, but just in case…" She leaned up to whisper into his ear quickly before the Doctors came to admit him. "Inner pocket, to the back, in between your change of boxers."

Shawn's eyes widened. "Juliet O'Hara, I love you so much right now!"

Juliet winked. "I know."

"Mr. Spencer, we've been waiting for you." Great, the men in white coats had finally gotten wind of the couple bickering in the lobby. "And you must be the responding officer."

The man held out his hand and she hesitatingly obliged. "Yes, Detective O'Hara."

"Responding officer?" Shawn whispered in her ear.

"I was the first to get to you." She turned back to the Doctor after Shawn gave a nod.

The Doctor glanced between them suspiciously. "You know each other personally?"

"We're colleagues." "She's my girlfriend." Both answered at the same time.

"Colleagues? Really? Why do I never get the memo whenever I've been downgraded?" Shawn complained.

"Hmm…so this is both personal and professional." The strange man held up a clipboard and scribbled a few hidden notes into it.

Shawn already felt uncomfortable, he hated being scrutinized and this would be two weeks of just that. Perfect. Just perfect. "What are you writing?" Shawn asked, scooting closer.

"Just taking notes," the Doctor answered distractedly.

"About me?"

"Yes, but they're preliminary, nothing to fret about."

"I don't know Doc, it's a little strange that you're so interested in my girlfriend."

"I'm just noting your relationship status."

"What? Is that a tablet? Just so you know I don't like displaying my relationship status on Facebook, and I'm not friending you so that you can stalk my pictures and status updates." A sharp nudge in his side gave Shawn the hint to shut up.

Juliet spoke up, "I am so sorry. He can be a little difficult sometimes."

"Oh, don't worry, Detective." The doctor smiled. "Your boyfriend seems to be very entertaining. I'm sure Shawn and I will have plenty of fun while he's here."

A scoff from the side said otherwise. "You hear that, Jules? Fun." Shawn rolled his eyes and leaned down to hiss in Juliet's ear. "As fun as 'One Who Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest'. Don't leave me here! I will break out!"

Juliet's blue eyes darkened and narrowed into a sharp glare. "If you break out, I swear I'll take you somewhere you can really compare to the 'Cuckoo's Nest'."

Her boyfriend groaned loudly and puckered out his bottom lip to form a pout. When Juliet turned away he groaned louder, this time as if she were killing him slowly. No dice. When the Orderlies moved to take him away, he stamped his foot hard and stormed after them like a child, bags in tow.

Next chapter should include...Not sure actually. I know it has Henry. Also thanks again to redwolffclaw~

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