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(Thanks to Psycho4Life, TheShulesLovinPsyco, and everyone else who reviewed! You are the reason I update :))

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Previously

Shawn heard words coming from very far away. "Now…or…never…"

Jules, he tried to say. But his mouth wouldn't move.

In fact, his body wouldn't move.

He could feel the rocking of the boat and the wind beating around him.

But pretty soon, he felt something else.

A raindrop hit him.

But not just one.

The storm had begun.

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Lassiter tensed as the raindrops dropped on his head. If I just covered myself with my jacket…

But no. Spencer was covered by that, and he held first priority. However, Lassiter himself was not second priority. He looked over at his partner.

Jules was shivering badly by now, having given up her shirt for rope. She hugged the backpack of supplies like a child hold's his favorite blanket.

"—do this!"

Lassiter jerked out of his trance at the wispy sound of Juliet's voice. He looked over at the female detective. The wind was roaring too heavily to hear her words, but Lassiter read "We can do this if we stay calm," on her lips.

Lassiter nodded but looked down at Spencer. The fake psychic was still unconscious, but occasionally he let out bouts of muttering.

The choppy seas made the ride almost unbearable. Even Lassiter, who often boasted of his strong stomach, had vomited a few times.

A bolt of lightning shot across the sky; and the following rumbles of thunder jolted Spencer awake.

The injured man looked up at Lassiter with confusion apparent in his eyes. At another rumble of thunder, Spencer seemed to understand what was going on.

He began to sit up, and Lassiter's cry of "You'll only injure yourself!" was blown away into the wind. Seeing that the younger man wouldn't get his message, Lassiter helped him up instead.

Spencer smiled slightly at that, and Lassiter could read the "Thank you," on his lips. As lightning once again flashed all around, Lassiter pulled the fake psychic next to him.

After all, Spencer's safety was his main concern. Lassiter doubted that the injured man would last very long if he was thrown into the water.

Spencer tugged on Lassiter's shirt, and the detective looked away from the choppy waters to hear what he had to say. Spencer was shouting, but Lassiter only heard two words.

The two words that would stay with him forever.

"Not…psychic…"

At first, Lassiter would say that he had misheard the message. With the rain pouring down, he could have easily missed important words such as "good."

The look in Spencer's eyes was what convinced him.

For once, the fake psychic was not laughing or joking in any way. His eyes were filled with an intensity Lassiter had not seen before, and it shook him to the bone.

Lassiter was about to respond when he heard a faint cry of "Look out!" Juliet was frantically pointing through the haze of rain.

When it became too late, Lassiter saw it.

A massive wave came upon the three detectives and flipped the boat completely over.

Underneath the water it was silent, but no less in chaos. Lassiter frantically thrashed, effectively undoing Juliet's shirt and freeing him from the boat.

Sputtering, Lassiter reached the surface, but he would not let himself stay above for any more time than the time it took to draw in one breath of air.

All too soon, Lassiter plunged underneath the ocean and forced himself to open his eyes. The saltwater stung, but it was better than letting Spencer die. Yeah, the fake psychic annoyed him, but in the past week, Lassiter found himself missing Spencer and Guster's antics.

Also, Lassiter was a detective. He couldn't allow a civilian to die (as annoying as that civilian may be).

So Lassiter bore the sting in his eyes and held his breath as he dove underneath the upturned boat. There! Spencer's motionless body was sinking right below him!

Quickly going above for another breath, Lassiter heard the rumblings of thunder and felt the sting of rain on his face before he dove underneath again.

Forcing his body deep under the waves, Lassiter reached an arm out and grabbed Spencer. He grabbed hold of the fake psychic's arm and pulled his dead weight up to the surface of the water. Right as Lassiter's lungs began to burn, he popped out of the water and took in a deep breath.

Lassiter pulled Spencer above as well and began to tread water, but he knew that he could not hold them both up for long. "I need to get that boat flipped over," he muttered. With the storm raging all around, Lassiter could not even hear his own voice.

Luckily, Juliet had also made her way to the surface, and was trying to flip the boat over.

Thrusting Spencer over his shoulder, Lassiter swam over to the boat and helped Juliet.

Finally, when Lassiter felt that he could stay above the water no longer, the boat flipped over on the choppy waves.

There was a fair amount of water inside which was not helped by the rain, but Juliet managed to climb inside and use her hands to bail it out while Lassiter hung from the side.

Lassiter heaved Spencer's body up over the side, where Juliet pulled him into the boat. A small layer of water remained, but not enough that it would sink the boat.

Pulling himself up into the boat was one of the hardest things Lassiter had ever done. It was wet and slippery; and the choppy waves rocked the boat from side to side.

Juliet helped Lassiter climb inside, and they both looked over at Spencer. The fake psychic was coughing water up—but at least he was conscious.

"Do you still have the backpack?" Lassiter roared to his partner.

Juliet, in answer, held up the sopping supplies. She smiled, but Lassiter could see that she was shivering.

Juliet turned her attention to Spencer, who was lying on his back and seemed to be okay. The female detective took a new bottle of water out of the pack and gently nudged Spencer. Spencer sipped from the bottle gratefully.

When he finished the bottle, Spencer looked questioningly at the backpack. Lassiter didn't understand, but his partner did.

Juliet produced a sandwich from the bag and, shielding it from the rain as best as she could, handed it to Spencer. It was obvious that the fake psychic was doing all he could not to inhale the whole thing.

A bolt of lightning shot across the sky, jolting Lassiter out of his trance.

The rain was still pelting down, but no one on the boat seemed to mind.

Shawn curled up on the floor of the boat.

Juliet lied across the bench seat with the supplies in her lap.

Lassiter sat against the back of the boat.

Only one of them stayed awake.

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I'll try to update as soon as possible, but school starts tomorrow….even one review will give me motivation!

The story will begin to wrap up soon, but they haven't reached Santa Barbara yet…