After the shot had sounded, things seemed to move in slow motion. Juliet alerted dispatch and requested an ambulance. She watched as a few uniformed officers swarmed the house. Two came out moments later leading a cuffed Matheson to one of the cruisers. Then her partner emerged, he was supporting Shawn and Juliet could see a dark stain forming on the psychic's jeans.

"Shawn! Shawn, are you okay?" Juliet rushed to the two men.

The psychic cracked a smile, grimacing at the same time. "Yeah, I think the bullet just grazed me, but Lassie thinks we need to check it out."

The EMTs rushed over and relieved Lassiter of his burden. As Spencer was rushed to the waiting ambulance the junior detective turned to her partner.

"What happened?" Juliet bit her lip.

Lassiter straightened his jacket and tie. "Matheson was spooked by the sirens and fired. His gun was lowered and hit Spencer's leg. While he was distracted, I cuffed him."

"Did Matheson confess?"

Lassiter shook his head. "I didn't hear him say anything, but it will only be a matter of time before I have him talking like a cheap parrot." He watched the ambulance drive off. "Contact Spencer's father, and stop by their office. Apparently the psychic forgot his phone." He ordered O'Hara, scowling slightly.

"Where are you going?" Juliet looked at his suspiciously.

"To question my suspect. I'll meet you at the hospital later." Lassiter snapped. He looked irritated, but Juliet could see the worry in his eyes.

When Juliet got to the hospital she found Shawn sitting in Gus' room. Knocking softly she entered.

Shawn looked over at her. He was in a wheel chair and his right leg was elevated. "Hey," He murmured.

"Hey," Juliet slowly sat down in the chair next to Shawn. "How are you doing?"

Shawn shrugged. "The bullet just grazed my leg. The doctors stitched me up and since my dad was out fishing and I can't drive home, I had them put me up here."

"I brought you your phone," Juliet handed the iphone to Shawn.

Shawn gave a half smile, "I really should remember to charge this more often. Did Lassie arrest Matheson?" He turned, wincing as he jostled his leg.

Juliet nodded. "He confessed after Lassiter threatened to charge him with assaulting a police consultant."

"That's not a real charge." Shawn pointed out, a thread of amusement in his voice.

"It turns out Matheson was trying to hijack a car when Gus spotted him. Matheson had his pediatrician cards in his pocket and tried to convince Gus the car was his, but Gus was persistent and Matheson ended up forcing him in the echo and made him drive back to the warehouse. He claims Gus turned the car to crash it alone, but no one believes him."

"There's a bruise on the back of Gus' head that doesn't fit any of the things he could have hit in the car." Shawn rubbed the back of his neck.

Silence fell over the two of them and eventually Juliet stood. "I'd better go help Lassiter. Will you be alright until your dad gets here?"

Shawn nodded in response. He was still playing with the phone in his hands. Once Juliet was gone, he stared at the screen. There was a voicemail on his phone. Slowly he typed in his code to access the voice mail and listened.

"Shawn, you need to remember to charge your phone." Gus' voice came loud and clear over the phone. There was a pause and then a sigh followed by "Look, I'm really sorry about storming out on you this morning. I'll pick up the check on my way back to the office. We can go out and get dinner later. Jerk Chicken, whaaat?"

Shawn stared at the screen after the voicemail ended. Gus had apologized and offered jerk chicken. Shawn looked up at his best friend. "You missed dinner with me buddy. That means you have to pay next time." Shawn let his head drop and just looked at his hands.

"I pay every time," He heard Gus whispered.

"Yeah, I know, buddy…." Shawn paused and trailed off. He jerked his head up to see the brown eyes of Burton Guster open and the man smiling and scowling at the same time, if that was possible.

"Hey," Gus whispered.

"Hey," Shawn smiled.