Previously..

„You know who it was." Lassiter said and Shawn looked at him, alarmed. Is he psychic or something? Okay, maybe Shawn's body language wasn't that unreadable as in the normal day, but this was just ridiculous. Since when was he so observant?

„No, I don't." Shawn said in the last hope of denial. He looked around and saw some gift cards and gift baskets. He decided to go through them.

„Cut the crap! I'm not an idiot."

„That's debatable." Shawn said, reading one gift card after another.

„Spencer.." Lassiter said and Shawn was sure he said something else after that, but he had no idea what. Real world ceased to exist, he wasn't even in the bunny land. All he could see was the four words on one of the gift cards.

'You didn't pick up.'

Blues. Bison. Blues. Bison. Blues. Bison. Oh that dreadful rhythm of primal instinct with horrible noises, all those images seared into his brain, forever. And he couldn't look away and he couldn't move. Bison with bunny, bunny with Bison. How is that even possible? It shouldn't be possible. It shouldn't be happening. Not even in an imaginary world. Why didn't he let him go? He was innocent. Just a rabbit. Just a rabbit.

Blues. Bison. Blues. Bison. Pineapple. Pineapple. Pineapple. All he could see now was Pineapple. Where was Blues? Where was Bison? Where did they go? He didn't want to be alone. Not with him. But if Blues was here, Pineapple could hurt him. I don't care. Maybe then he wouldn't hurt me. What?! He didn't just think that, did he? That was innocent rabbit. He didn't deserve it. I don't deserve it. His mind was fighting him, his own mind was fighting him. Or was it just him? Did he really wanted that cute rabbit to be.. hurt instead of him? Better him than me. Just stop! Why did he think like that? Why?

He should be able to save them both. He should have a gun. Yes, he should have a gun. Then he could do something. But wait. I do have a gun! He looked at his hands and they were green again, they were furry again and there was gun again. He had rabbit ears again, yes, he was bunny again. He was Jazz! Shawn-Jazz. No. Too long. Again. Has to be something.. Shazz! Yes. He could win. Yes, as a Shazz, he could win. He raised the gun and pointed it at Pineapple Head. Pineapple smiled. Why was he smiling? He had gun to his face and he was smiling. He tried to pull the trigger and then he knew why. He couldn't do it. Why? Why am I so weak? Pineapple was coming closer, Shazz was just frozen on spot, his finger still on the trigger, unable to pull it. And when Pineapple was just in front of him, he lowered a gun and then.. then suddenly, he was in different spot, just few feet from Pineapple. But certainly better than few inches like before. He looked at his hands and saw he wasn't bunny anymore. Then he looked around and saw Pineapple standing in front of green bunny with gun pointing to the ground. Jazz? He didn't understand what was happening. In Bunny Land, he was supposed to be Jazz, no, Shazz, and yet now he wasn't. But he didn't complain. If he wasn't Shazz, then it wasn't happening to him. Yes. It wasn't happening to him. It was happening to Jazz. And he was happy with that. It was terrible, he knew it was, but still.. he was happy. Anyone but me. Pineapple leaned and joined his lips with Jazz's. He stood there. Why did he just stand there? Pineapple then whispered to Jazz's ear. 'Game over.' Shawn heard. Wait. Why did I hear it? It was Jazz, not him. It wasn't happening to him. It wasn't. But when Pineapple touched Jazz, he felt it. He felt it on his leg, he felt it higher and higher and higher. And he felt the lips and he felt the breath and he couldn't move.

„Shawn!" He heard voice. He still felt Pineapple's touch, but that voice was calling him. And it was safe voice, he just knew it. He wasn't sure how, but he knew it.

„Shawn, wake up!" voice shouted again. And Pineapple was fading now, Jazz was too, and the last thing he saw in Bunny Land was that desperate look of fear and pain, feelings he knew all too well. He slowly opened his eyes and was attacked by sunlight, so he shut them again.

„Eeh...morning?" he said, and while he used his hand as a shade, he opened his eyes just a tiny bit and waited for them to adjust. When that happened and he fully opened his eyes, he heard that safe voice again.

„Are you with us?" voice said and Shawn looked around. The voice belonged to Gus, but he wasn't the only one in the room. On the other side of his bed was Jules. Shawn smiled at her as wide as he could, but he couldn't fail to notice her concerned expression.

„Sure." Shawn said and.. that was it. Not one of them said another word. Gus with Jules just stood there with concerned looks on their faces. Shawn didn't know what to do with that. And it was pissing him off, all those concerned faces. Like he was some weak injured puppy who needed saving. I AM weak. I let him.. Argh, stop, shut up! It was neverending fight between two different trains of thoughts and it was driving him insane. Or maybe he already was insane and he had two separate minds in his head. How could he really know?

„What were you dreaming of?" Gus asked. Apparently he couldn't stand that awkward silence. Thank God.

„Jazz Jackrabbit." Creepy version. Shawn looked at his two visitors, both had buffled expressions. Again it was Gus who talked.

„The videogame?"

„Yeah. There was Pineapple."

„In the game?"

„Yep." More or less.

„What was pineapple doing in Jazz Jackrabbit?" Gus asked, confused.

„Beats me." Shawn said and he knew he wasn't giving them any straight answers. He really wished he could, but he just didn't think he would be able to. Not with all those concerned looks. There were bad enough. He wouldn't handle if there was pity added to the mix.

Shawn looked at Jules and saw her narrowing her eyes. Again, concern was written all over her face. He didn't like it.

„Shawn, it looked like you were having nightmare." she said.

„Close enough." Shawn said and saw their frustrated looks. But he really wasn't ready to elaborate. Much. Jules – thank God – decided to drop the subject. As a detective she surly knew when she wasn't gonna get an answer.

„I brought you something." she said with a smile. Then she put large pineapple into his hands, with red ribbon and all that. He just stared at it and his past was mixing with present and he didn't know which was what, or how to stop it.

Pain. Pain worse than anything he ever felt before, worse than when he had broken bones, when he was shot. It was even worse than first time this happened. Why? Should be better, or not? He knew what to expect, he knew not to fight. And he didn't. Right now, he wasn't fighting. He just looked straight forward. And counted. One pineapple. Two pineapples. Three pineapples. Wasn't too hard. There was pineapple everywhere. And every throb of pain was accompanied with one pineapple. Pain and pineapple shouldn't be together, he knew, but he just had to do something, anything to keep his mind of things. At least a little. So he counted. Pain. Ten pineapples. Pain. Eleven pineapples. Pain. Twelve pineapples. And pain wasn't stopping and he counted. When it stopped he didn't know the real number he got to, because he had to start over several times. But he knew what happened to his body, he knew what He said to him. He said: „I told you you'd like it." And he knew He was right, in the sole matter of his body, He was right and that terrified him. Because if his body found pleasure in it, was it even forced anymore?

„Shawn!" he heard the safe voice. World of pain disappeared and he saw pineapple with ribbon again. Reality wasn't really any better from the world he drifted to. Where's Bunny Land? He looked at Gus with Jules, they were looking at him expectantly as they were waiting for something. For what? Maybe they wanted something from him. But what? Maybe they asked him something. Yeah, that must be it.

„Sorry, you were saying?" Shawn asked and knew he was right. Gus and Jules exchanged worried glances and then she said:

„I was asking you about the message."

„What message?" Shawn asked.

„The one that got you so terrified. 'You didn't pick up.' What does that mean?"

„Oh, that message. I wasn't terrified." Shawn said, but it was just load of crap and he knew it. Terrified maybe wasn't strong enough, but it was close.

„You passed out." Gus said.

„I was tired."

„Nonsense. You were freaked out." Gus said. Not helping, buddy. If there was one person who can never ever ever know the truth, it was Jules. He had to get her off his back, but Gus really wasn't helping, since he was there too.

„I wasn't freaked out." Shawn said with determination.

„Yes, you were."

„No, I wasn't."

„Yes, you were."

„No, I.."

„Shawn!" Gus interrupted him. He almost looked annoyed. He just had to push some more and he would have his old Gus back.

„Okay, okay. Maybe I was little concerned and surprised, that's all. It was probably just some prank."

„Lassie doesn't think so."

„Oh, doesn't he now?" Shawn said staring at the pineapple in his hands. He wasn't paying much of an attention, just enough to stay in reality. And it took lot of energy, considering that damn pineapple in his hands. Why did he still hold it? He shouldn't hold it. He knew what he should do with it.

„Neither do I, Shawn." said Jules. She was looking at him with worry. And it was pissing him off. He couldn't stand that look. Anger was boiling inside him.

„Well you weren't here, were you?" he said little harsher than he wanted. Jules looked hurt and.. guilty? Great. I hurt Jules. Because of that stupid piece of fruit. And he really thought that that piece of offering with beautiful ribbon was responsible for all of his current misfortune. And he really didn't expect that someone would come to the room straight into his line of fire. So it wasn't his fault. Wasn't. But still, when he threw the pineapple at the wall, he missed his father's head just because he had amazing reflexes and ducked. Oh boy.

„Oups." was all Shawn could manage.

„Oups?" his father said, barely able to hold his anger at bay.

„Oups." Shawn confirmed.

„That's all you gonna say? You almost kill me and all you say is 'oups'?"

„I think you're exaggerating." Shawn said and he was happy. Maybe he managed almost hit his father with rather big pineapple, but at least for a moment he forget why was his son in hospital bed.

„I'm exaggerating?"

„Yes. I wouldn't have killed you. Maybe mild concussion. Or coma. No big deal."

„No big deal?"

„One little coma hasn't killed anyone yet."

„Actually it has, Shawn." Gus said, unable to stop himself.

„Yeah, not-cool guys."

„Are you saying your father is cool?" Gus asked with raised eyebrows. Shawn looked at his father and saw his eyebrows also raised. He was definitely curious about an answer.

„Definitely not. But he's my father and I am super cool, so that gives us little leeway." Shawn said and grinned, hoping they would really forget what all that fuss was about. But no such luck, because he just had to cough. Stupid lung. Henry realized he was in the hospital, where his son laid injured and not in the living room of his house where this usually occurred.

„You wanna tell me what just now happened?" Henry asked, pointing at the remains of the pineapple.

„Let me think. Hmmm... No, not really." Shawn said, but when he looked at Jules, his heart sank. She was barely holding back tears. Because of me? Is it my fault? Then she noticed he was looking at her and she ran off from the room. Yep, definitely my fault. Well, it's always his fault, isn't it? Just like.. damn it! He had to concentrate on something else. He didn't want to end up in Bunny Land, Pain Land or Zombie Land. Actually, in any Land for that matter.

„I need the photos." he said.

„What photos?" Gus asked.

„Of crime scene. I was called in to help on a case, afterall."

„Forget about the case, Shawn. Tell us what happened to you." Henry said.

„I can't forget about it! I was hired to solve it." Shawn said, ignoring the second sentence.

On Henry's face appeared devilish smile. Oh, I won't like this, will I?

„Karen won't let you anywhere near this case if you won't even make a statement." Once again, I'm proven right.

„That's blackmail." Shawn said and crossed his arms at his chest.

„That's negotiation." Henry said and Shawn could've swear he saw glint in his eyes. He stared into them. And Henry stared into Shawn's. It was stare contest. But it really wasn't a competition, was it? Because he needed to work on this case, now, while Henry could wait. This just wasn't fair. And it was blackmail. It was definitely blackmail. He was a cop, he shouldn't be doing that, right?

„You'll end up in hell." Shawn said, but Henry just smiled.

„We're gonna hitch the same ride, kid." he said and Shawn glared at him.

„If I give a statement, you're gonna give me the photos?"

„Yes." Henry confirmed. Now he really has no choice, does he? But he definitely won't talk to his father. No way.

„Call Lassiter."