Shawn woke up in the chair he had apparently fallen asleep in. Gus had taken the boys back to Juliet's house, but Shawn had insisted on staying by her bedside.

Suddenly Shawn realized something was wrong. Something was missing. It was too quiet. Shawn felt a surge of panic as he realized that the rhythmic beep of Juliet's heart monitor was no longer there. He reached forward, checking her pulse. There had to be something wrong with the heart monitor, she couldn't be gone! But Shawn felt nothing. He shook Jules's limp body, begging for her to wake up. He called the doctors, sobbing. This couldn't be happening; she had been just fine a few hours earlier! But Shawn felt his heart shatter, as his girlfriend's body was soon zipped up in a black bag he had seen so many times before, but never had it held someone he loved.

Shawn felt people around him. His dad held him like a little boy, as his son sobbed for his sweetheart. Shawn didn't know when he had arrived, nor did he really care. Gus and the boys were there too. Isaac, Finn and Drake were also crying for their aunt, but for once, Gus's eyes were dry. He just comforted the boys, looking incredibly sad. Shawn heard the doctors explain what had happened, but he barely heard them. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. All he knew was that his Juliet was gone.

-

Shawn woke up to someone squeezing his hand lightly.

"Shawn. Shawn, what's wrong?"

Jules! That was Juliet's voice. Oh, thank God. That meant Shawn had been dreaming. Well, it hadn't all been a dream, Juliet was still lying in a hospital bed, looking pretty banged up, but at least she wasn't dead.

"Nothing, I'm fine." Shawn reassured her. "How are you feeling, Sweetheart?"

"Shawn, you were sobbing." Her voice sounded better than it had yesterday, and her breaths were more even.

"Don't worry about me," Shawn said, "just a bad dream."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Shawn shook his head. He should be the one worried about her, not the other way around. That didn't stop Juliet from knitting her eyebrows together, and giving Shawn a concerned look.

There was a tense silence in the room, as Shawn thought of something else to say. "You know, I think we forgot to call Lassie and tell him you're awake." He took out his phone, trying to distract Juliet from the subject at hand.

"Alright," she said, "but we should talk about this later."

"Fine." Shawn agreed absentmindedly as he dialed.

"Lassiter." he answered on the first ring.

"Hey Lassie," Shawn greeted the head detective. "Jules is awake."

"Hi Carlton." Juliet said, the phone on speaker.

"O'Hara, are you alright?"

"I'll be fine." She assured him. "Did you catch Sterling?"

"Sterling?" Shawn asked. "Like the silver?"

"Max Sterling," Lassiter explained, "the son of a bitch that dropped a roof on O'Hara. He just barely slipped through our fingers last night. The Chief's got me and Dobson working the case, we'll put him behind bars where he belongs."

Shawn felt like an idiot. He had been asleep in Juliet's hospital room, when there was still a criminal who needed to be put away. He and Gus needed to catch this S.O.B. that hurt his Jules.