A/N: Alright, I know this chapter is a little late, but I found it very difficult to write for some reason. I'm not sure how well it's written but I hope you enjoy it. And ya know what? If you don't like it, or if you do, you can tell me by REVIEWING! Please, please, please review! It will help me write the next chapter faster!

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The detectives stood side by side as they looked at the black tire marks on the suspects driveway. Lassiter was staring at them with a critical eye while Juliet stared into the distance. Her mind was somewhere else, with someone else. So at first when Lassiter spoke she didn't even hear him.

"O'Hara?" Still no response. Lassiter cleared his throat and tried again, louder this time, "O'Hara!"

Juliet flinched but she heard him. Lassiter gazed at her expectantly until she blushed, realizing that she'd spaced out. "Sorry," Juliet said, "I was just..." She trailed off, not needing to explain what, and who she'd been thinking of.

"Like I was saying," Lassiter went on, "the treads indicate that he pulled out at a high speed and went that way." Lassiter pointed left, towards the less populated part of the neighborhood.

"Then that's where we'll go," Juliet finished and the two headed back to Lassiter's car. They hoped they could get this guy before he caused any more harm.

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Gus tried to ignore the annoying sound Mr. Spencer's shoes made on the hard white floor as the older man paced the length of the waiting room. For the last hour he'd been trying to keep his mind off Shawn by reading the only magazine in the room that looked even the slightest bit intriguing, but Henry's pacing only reminded Gus of why they were here. Gus sighed and tossed the old People magazine on the nearest table. It was useless to even try and distract himself.

"Where the hell is that damn doctor!" Henry snarled, "We should have heard something by now!"

"Mr. Spencer," Gus tried but Henry kept going.

"Shawn could be dead and we wouldn't even know because this damn doctor was to stupid to notify us!" Henry was so angry that he didn't even notice the doctor enter the room.

"That stupid, incompetent doctor!" Henry exclaimed and the doctor raised his eyebrows.

"I do hope you're not talking about me," The doctor said walking over to the two men.

"Of course not," Henry didn't miss a beat. "We were talking about..." Henry couldn't seem to come up with anything further so Gus helped him out.

"One of the doctor's on my route," Gus contributed and Henry nodded his thanks. It was the first time Henry had let Gus get a word in since Shawn had been taken into the ER.

"Well that's a relief," the doctor flashed them a smile, "I'm Dr. Rathburn." He extended a hand but neither man made a move to shake it.

"Just get to the point already," Henry said impatiently.

"What he means," Gus interjected, "is how is Shawn?"

"Well," Dr. Rathburn began, "he's..." Dr. Rathburn trailed off as his gaze shifted to focus on something behind them.

Henry and Gus turned to see what had distracted the doctor and saw Lassiter and Juliet walk in. Lassiter flashed his badge at an approaching nurse to let her know they were cops and proceeded to walk past her.

"Gus, how is he?" Juliet asked nervously as she and her partner came to stand beside them.

"I was just about to tell them." Dr. Rathburn said, "I'm Dr. Rathburn." He glanced down at his clipboard and then at the detectives, "You must be Juliet O'Hara," he looked at Juliet and she nodded. Then he turned to look at Lassiter and Lassiter stared back expectantly."

"And," The doctor's eyes flicked down to read something on his clipboard again, "You're Carlito Lassiteros?" He said doubtfully.

Juliet and Gus chuckled a little and Juliet said, "That's so Shawn." Henry didn't show any emotion on his face though, and when they saw Lassiter's they stopped laughing.

Lassiter's face had taken on a sour look and he showed Dr. Rathburn his badge and introduced himself, "Head Detective Carlton Lassiter."

"Ahh, I see the similarities," Dr. Rathburn said, "Mr. Spencer added you're descriptions underneath your names. It's how I knew who you were."

"What does it say?" Lassiter asked suspiciously.

"Um," Dr. Rathburn searched for a way out but found none, "well, the young lady's said: Pretty blonde, blue-eyed female detective." Juliet blushed and the doctor went on, "And yours, sir, said: Tall, sour-faced detective with large ears." Lassiter muttered something unintelligible underneath his breath but said nothing else.

"Can we get back to my son's condition?" Henry asked and they were all suddenly alert.

"Ah, yes," Dr. Rathburn looked at another page on his clipboard, "Your son is lucky, Mr. Spencer," Everyone, including Lassiter, though he would later deny it, let out a sigh of relief.

"The wooden stake used to stab him," Dr. Rathburn continued, "didn't hit any vital organs. He's in surgery to repair the worst of the damage, but it will heal. He lost quite a bit of blood, but not enough to need a transfusion. We wondered why he passed out so quickly but we chalked it up to shock and pain."

Henry fell into a chair and closed his eyes. He thanked God that his son was all right. Gus and Juliet hugged, a comforting gesture between two friends. And no one saw it but Lassiter whispered a thanks to whoever was listening and then addressed everyone.

"So, we tracked the car that the perp took," He said and Gus and Henry looked up, listening, "and we found the car," Lassiter looked to O'Hara to finish.

"But we didn't find the guy," She said, anger radiating from her eyes.

"We will," Lassiter assured them, "We have-" He was cut off by a sudden beeping. The group looked around for the source and saw Dr. Rathburn pull a pager out of his pocket.

The doctor's face paled and he glanced up to find the four of them staring at him. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Spencer, we really did think we had everything taken care of." He hurried through the doors at the end of the hall that went to the ER, but he called back, "I'll have a nurse come and, ah, fill you in on what's happened." Then he ran, more like flew through the doors.

"What the hell just happened?" Lassiter asked.

"I don't know," Gus said. He and Juliet looked as confused as Lassiter did.

"Something bad, obviously," Henry said grimly. The group exchanged glances. Shawn's condition must've changed, and they could all guess that it wasn't for the better.

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