AUTHOR'S NOTES: I loved writing this chapter because it is about time I was able to put in some Shules action.
Chapter 9- Precious Jules
Juliet got to the station around 9am. She was eager to get a start on her work so she could finish early that evening and get ready for her date with Shawn. He had been so romantic when he asked her and she couldn't wait to see what he had planned. Noticing Carlton was at his desk already and was talking to the Chief, Juliet walked over to the pair. "Carlton, you look like hell. Did you even sleep last night?" With the bags under his eyes she guessed the answer.
"I'm fine O'Hara, I was just telling the Chief here the same thing." Carlton grumbled. He didn't like being fawned over.
"Detective Lassiter I appreciate your dedication, but you don't have to do an extra week's worth of work to make up for your vacation time." Karen gave a wry smile. She knew how dedicated her detectives were but she could see something was bugging Carlton.
Changing the subject Carlton asked, "When are the BCA officials showing up?"
Giving up the argument Karen answered, "They should be here around 10am. Call Mr. Spencer when they arrive. They will most likely want his and Mr. Guster's statements about what happened and don't let them slip out of it." She gave the detectives a serious look before heading back to her office.
Squinting suspiciously and watching Karen leave Juliet asked her partner, "Does the Chief seem moodier to you when she is pregnant?"
Only half paying attention and still pouring over the files in front of him Carlton replied "I don't know about that but she does smell different. Well, different than normal people." Seeing Juliet's raised eyebrow he babbled on, "Normal as in not pregnant people. Not that I go out of my way to sniff pregnant people, or most people in general..."
Holding up a hand Juliet stopped her partner. "Carlton, you are rambling, you really must be tired. Weren't you supposed to visit Marlowe today?"
"I tried but she got put on lockdown for a few days for punching another inmate in the sternum." Carlton smiled and got a dreamy look in his eyes. Juliet figured he was probably envisioning Marlowe kicking the crap out of someone.
"Right Carlton. We should get everything together for when the agent's show up, and get you some coffee if you haven't had some already." Juliet stressed the word coffee so Carlton would really know what she meant.
"I've already had some. You are getting just as bad as Spencer." Carlton started gathering the files together and walking to one of the meeting rooms where they would be talking to the agents.
Juliet followed closely behind him, carrying what she could. "What are we going to tell them when they get here? We can't say anything about Lance can we?"
"I honestly don't know. The only thing I can think of is we give them the facts and see if they can tell us anything we don't already know that could help us find what Lance was looking for." Carlton sniffed and looked over his partner's shoulder. "Looks like they came early."
Two official looking men walked in. Both were wearing expensive suits, one gray, worn by an older blond man with short cropped hair and one black, worn by a younger red haired man with a moustache. Carlton stood up straighter and he made sure his shirt was tucked in. He wanted to make a good impression with the pair.
"Really Carlton?" Juliet saw what her partner did and shook her head as he gave her a shrug.
Approaching the two men Carlton introduced himself. "Welcome, I am head detective Carlton Lassiter. This is my partner Juliet O'Hara." He gestured towards the waiting junior detective who offered her hand.
The older man shook her hand, "I am investigator Gerald Hanson, this is my partner Nathan Treger." The younger man didn't say anything, he only looked Juliet up and down with approval giving her a look that almost mirrored Gus' when he was trying to pick up a girl. Greg continued, oblivious to his partner's ogling. "We would like to get started right away if you don't mind. Time is of the essence. We don't want another death added to the list do we?"
Juliet turned to her partner. "I will call Shawn while you show them to the meeting room."
Carlton left Juliet to make the call as he ushered the two men into the room. "We weren't expecting you this early we had planned to set up a bit more but if you like I can show you what we have now." Carlton took out the file on Cynthia Davis and slid it to the pair as they took seats around the table. "We responded to a call reporting an explosion outside of the Psych detective agency at around 10:30am yesterday. The explosion was witnessed by a few people who were on the boardwalk at the time as well as the owners of the agency."
Gerald leaned forward and folded his hands. "Your Chief informed us that this…" He looked at the paperwork to get the name. "…Shawn Spencer, is often contracted through this station as a psychic detective?" He made no attempt to hide the skepticism in his voice. "I find that hard to believe."
Carlton pursed his lips. He was actually going to have to defend Shawn. "Isn't this O'Hara's job?" he thought bitterly. "Shawn Spencer has worked with this department for the past six years, obviously if he wasn't some sort of a help, we wouldn't keep hiring him." Carlton stated simply.
"Alright then." Gerald humored the detective. "I will need his statement on what happened for our investigation."
"My partner is already on it." Carlton turned towards the door and shouted, "O'Hara!"
A few seconds later Juliet entered the meeting room. "Shawn and Gus are on their way." She confirmed.
The younger investigator, Nathan, leaned towards Juliet. "So, can you tell us what you have found so far that makes you think this case has anything to do with the arson fires?"
Flinching back from the uncomfortable closeness of the man Juliet realized that this was going to be a long meeting before she composed herself and started telling the investigators about the events of the previous day.
Shawn woke to his phone ringing. Groaning he lifted the lid on his freezer and blindly groped for his phone. Looking at the display he saw it was Juliet and smiled. Despite his happiness to hear his girlfriend's voice Shawn was unable to hide his grogginess when he answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Shawn, we need you down at the station. The BCA guys are here and need your witness statement."
Sitting up with a sigh Shawn shook his head as the previous day's events quickly replayed themselves in his mind. "Ok Jules. I will be in." A catty look came across Shawn's face and he decided to tease her a bit. "So, what are you wearing? Lemme guess..." He closed his eyes and pictured her closet and what she wore yesterday, the next outfit in line was..."You are wearing a gray pantsuit with your pink shirt. Pink really is your color Jules."
"You are going to have to tell me how you do that Shawn Spencer. Until then, get down here and save me from Lassiter. You know how he gets when government people show up. I am surprised he hasn't already asked for their autograph or something."
A voice in the background shouted, "O'Hara!"
"I have to go Shawn, see you when you get here." Juliet hung up.
Shawn got dressed and down to the station in record time, he had called Gus on the way telling him to meet him there. "Just don't mouth off too much before I get there." Gus chided his friend.
"Gus, I'm hurt. You know I know how much you enjoy watching me work." Shawn joked. "I will see you there."
The station was in full swing when Shawn came through the doors. A bunch of officers nodded at him as he passed, others looked at him a bit concerned. He figured those were the officers that had been there the night before for his little melt down. Giving them reassuring smiles he continued down the hall until he spotted Juliet and Carlton in a meeting room.
He looked in the window and saw that one of the BCA guys, a younger one was making bedroom eyes at his girlfriend. He couldn't see Juliet's face from this vantage point but he hoped it was mirroring the disgust he was now feeling. "So much for waiting for Gus." Shawn thought as he made his entrance. He would just have to apologize to Juliet when he could for what he was about to do.
Shawn walked calmly into the room, keeping his eye on the red headed man. "Gentlemen! I believe you wanted to see me?" He reached out his hand, "Shawn Spencer, psychic detective."
"Nathan Treger. That's my partner Gerald Hanson." Taking Shawn's hand Nathan winced at the other man's grip.
Shawn pulled the other man close and whispered in his ear. "Dude, she isn't interested. I don't have to be a psychic to figure that out."
Nathan glared at Shawn. "I'll be the judge of that."
Carlton, who heard the exchange, smirked. "This may just get interesting." He didn't like the agent hitting on his partner any more than Shawn did.
"Judge of what?" Gerald asked confused at his partner's random outburst.
Shawn shook his head. "Nothing important. So, what did you need to know from me?"
"We need to know what you saw and what Cynthia Davis may have said to you before she died." Gerald took out a recorder and put it on the table. "This is investigator Hanson interviewing Shawn Spencer on February 27th 10:13am..."
Shawn recanted the whole experience for the umpteenth time. Gus came in about half way through and gave him a disapproving glare for not waiting for him. Since he was there he added what he saw as well. Shawn made sure to give as much detail as possible about what happened during Cynthia's visit to Psych, sans vampire comments.
"Why did Ms. Davis just suddenly run out of your office?" Gerald questioned.
Apprehensive glances were aimed at Shawn from Juliet and Gus. Even Carlton looked a bit nervous, but he only showed it by leaning back and folding his arms. "I honestly don't know. She may have seen something out of the window behind me because after Gus went to the kitchen she looked scared and left in a hurry." Shawn lied.
Nathan, feeling snide, interjected, "Aren't you supposed to be psychic? Couldn't you just tell what was wrong with her?"
Shawn gave the investigator an annoyed look, but what he was really doing is giving his appearance a once over. He noticed some interesting things about the cocky man. "The spirits don't tell me everything, but right now they are giving me something about you." Putting his fingers to his head his eyes zoned into the lipstick on his collar, the way his tie was just barely off center, and he smelled a faint perfume that wasn't Juliet's… "I'm getting something about your facial hair and… Ferris wheels, roller coasters, bumper cars…"
"The fair?" Gus guessed.
Juliet decided to play along. She was always good at guessing what Shawn was getting at. "Rides?"
"Yes, Jules! Rides." Turning back to Nathan Shawn gave a disgusted look as he pointed at his face. "Just today you were giving out free mustache rides, probably right before leaving your hotel room. For shame!"
The look of shock on Nathan's face and the intrigued noise from Gerald told Shawn that he was right on the money. "How dare you…." Nathan started to get into Shawn's face but Gerald stopped him.
"Mr. Spencer. We need to know if you know anything else about Cynthia Davis. We don't care if you are actually psychic or not. Our job is to get to the bottom of this crime." Gerald wiped away some sweat on his forehead looking a bit too nervous.
Both Carlton and Shawn caught the increase in the investigator's heart rate. Shawn looked Gerald in the eye and shrugged. "That is all I know about her. The spirits mentioned she may know the killer but they are being eerily silent on this one."
Nathan scoffed but Gerald nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer. "Be sure to contact us if you come up with anything else Mr. Spencer."
Shawn nodded at Gerald and cast a brief glare at Nathan before walking up to Juliet and giving her a kiss on the cheek then mouthing from behind her and pointing "I tap that."
Juliet, who missed Shawn's gesturing, was a bit perturbed at Shawn's obvious jealousy towards Nathan but she did enjoy the look of shock and rage when he realized they were a couple. "Maybe now he will keep his mustache to himself." Juliet thought with a smile.
Shawn motioned to Carlton before leaving, "Lassie, could you come here a sec?" Carlton sighed and rose from his chair.
Carlton joined Shawn and Gus in the hallway. "Lassie, there is something off with them, or at least Gerald."
"What are you talking about Spencer?" Carlton feigned ignorance.
Shawn gave an exasperated sigh, "Lassie, don't be Gus after watching 'The Young and the Restless.' You know what I am talking about." Gus tisked in Shawn's direction, annoyed with the comparison.
Carlton pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Spencer, you don't trust them because Treger hit on O'Hara."
"Well there's that and the fact that Gerald in there seemed overly desperate to get any information on Cynthia." Shawn pointed out.
"Look, all I know is that these two are as committed to catching Lance as we are so they are probably just frustrated with the deaths that keep happening on their watch. Unfortunately we have to figure out a way to get Lance without these two finding out anything about vampires, or getting killed in the process." Carlton grimaced. "This whole thing is putting a bad taste in my mouth."
Shawn continued to push the issue, "Lassie I am getting a strong feeling that something is up with these guys."
"Yeah Spencer." Carlton put on a fake sincere look. He had gotten fed up with Shawn's feelings. "I will be sure to go with your feelings on this one instead of on the investigators that have been on this case for over a month. Now if you'll excuse me I have to join my partner."
Shawn and Gus watched as Carlton stalked back in the room and closed the door with more force than necessary. "He is a jackass sometimes." Gus was an expert at pointing out the obvious.
"Yeah, but the jackass is my responsibility now." Shawn turned and stalked away down the hall.
Gus caught up to his friend and asked, "So what are we going to do about Lance? Should we let Mick know about the cure and what is going on?"
Shaking his head Shawn replied, "I don't know about that buddy. Mick is pretty obsessed when it comes to this cure business and I don't know if he is going to rush in here head first without thinking and tip Lance off. Our best defense right now is that he has no idea we have it."
"So we do nothing?" Gus gave Shawn a confused look. It wasn't like him to sit on things for long.
They reached the door and Shawn put on his sunglasses before they headed out. "I don't know what to do right now. There is a psychopathic killer vampire who wants nothing more than to kill us if he knew what I was and what you have." Seeing the terrified look on Gus' face over his outburst made him hate himself instantly.
"Shawn, I don't want to die!" Gus started to panic.
"Pull yourself together Gus!" Shawn turned towards his friend and put his hands on Gus' shoulders. "We aren't going to die. What we are going to do is spend the day relaxing, playing Xbox and helping me get ready to go on a date with the awesomest girl in the world… ok?"
Calming down Gus nodded vigorously. Letting his friend go Shawn nudged him towards the Blueberry. "I will meet you at the office and will grab you some snacks man. Doritos?"
"You know that's right!" Gus fist bumped his friend and they climbed in their cars.
It was just after 4pm when the investigators left the SBPD. The detectives were more than helpful in giving them the information they had on Cynthia Davis. They did confirm that the same accelerant was used that would connect at least the house fire with the other arson cases. It had been tedious work. They had talked with the detectives, gone out to lunch, poured over more evidence and met with Chief Karen Vick. It had definitely been a full, tiring day.
Detective Carlton Lassiter had asked them about visiting one of the older arson scenes with them. He claimed he had noticed something in one of the files and wanted to see the evidence for himself, but they had explained that permission would have to be granted for that to happen. Their boss was very clear at what he wanted them to find out from the police and as far as the investigators were concerned their work here was done.
Nathan turned to his partner as they climbed into their car. "That was easier that I thought. What did you think about the psychic guy besides the fact that he was a dick."
"I don't know. If he was all that psychic he would have picked up on more than just your little tryst this morning." Gerald shrugged. "We got the information from him we needed. He didn't know anything, the boss will be glad to hear it."
They drove in silence the rest of the way back to the hotel and headed up to their room and report in as soon as possible. They weren't expecting anyone to be sitting in the easy chair staring at them when they entered… but there was.
"You two took longer than expected to get back to me, so I decided to pay you a visit." Both men almost jumped out of their skin at the unexpected voice.
"Lance, we just got out of there and were going to call you." Gerald looked at the seated man. He had contacted them a month ago while they were working the arson cases and had been working for him while still employed at the BCA. Both men knew what Lance was, they had to in order to keep certain information out of the official reports. Gerald had not expected Lance to come personally though. Most of their conversations were over the phone, which was fine with him because the vampire gave him the creeps.
"What did you find out about the police? Did they know anything they shouldn't?" Lance's smooth even voice didn't betray the frustration he was feeling.
"The police don't know anything out of the ordinary, they are putting together some witness statements about your Mercedes and they also had enough evidence to link the house fire and car explosion to the other fires but nothing new that could point them to you personally." Gerald admitted readily.
Nathan decided to add his two cents worth, "The psychic didn't give us anything new either. He was probably telling you the truth that he didn't know anything."
Lance was across the room in seconds, inches away from Nathan's face. "I know he was hiding something. I told you to find out what it was, not to tell me I am wrong." Lance was about to step away when he caught the distinct smell of vampire clinging to the investigator. "Who have you two been spending time with?" Lance demanded.
Nathan was too scared to speak, so Gerald did it for him. "We spent all day with a couple detectives. They were head detective Carlton Lassiter, a tall guy with a stick up his ass, and detective Juliet O'Hara, youngish woman with blond hair."
"Did they do or say anything out of the ordinary?" Lance backed away from Nathan who visibly relaxed at the distance.
Gerald frowned, thinking. "Detective Lassiter seemed pretty interested in a ride along to one of the fire sites. He said he wanted to see some evidence for himself after reading the reports. It was the Aaron Lonsdale fire from earlier this month."
Lance remembered Aaron. He had been one of the doctors orchestrating the trials for the cure and seeing a vampire's physical reactions. This was worse than Lance thought. If another vampire was poking around he could alert others to what he was up to. Lance was so close to getting rid of all evidence of the cure he could taste it. He didn't need someone ruining all the hard work he had accomplished so something had to be done. "You have done well, but there is one more thing I will need you to do. So do not leave the city just yet." As Lance walked to the door he stated, "I'll be in touch shortly."
As soon as the investigators left, Juliet was heading for the door. She had to get home and get ready for her date with Shawn. She had been excited to get out of there all day, especially with the investigators taking up all their time. Juliet had been very worried she would not make it until Carlton had actually offered to finish up her paperwork so she could leave. As gruff as her partner was he did have a good heart when it counted.
Juliet arrived home and immediately took a quick shower, washing her hair and enjoying the feel of the hot water on her broken wrist, which had been aching all day. She had barely gotten out and put on her robe when there was a knock at the door. Looking at the clock she noticed it was not yet 5:15pm. "Shawn! That better not be you! I am not even dressed yet…" She trailed off as she opened the door and saw a very red faced delivery man with a package in his hand.
"Mam, I just need you to sign for this." He said, averting his eyes as much as possible.
"Thank you." Juliet said embarrassed. She was wearing a robe, but that didn't make it any less awkward. She signed quickly and brought the box into the house. Juliet un-wrapped it quickly to discover a tissue wrapped piece of clothing with a bow and tag on it. The tag read:
Jules,
I thought you might want to wear something special tonight.
Pink really is your color.
Setting the card down and quickly pulling apart the tissue paper, Juliet gasped at the contents. It was a long form fitting pink dress with a pearlescent shimmer, in her exact size no less, complete with matching clutch purse, shoes… and matching wrist brace. Tears came to Juliet's eyes at Shawn's sweetness. He had really put a lot of effort into this for her.
Juliet was surprised how good the dress looked on her. She made sure to make the rest of her match, pink was her favorite color so she had plenty to go with it. Once she was done she wished she had a camera. Her blond hair was curled and flowing, the dress made her look and feel like a princess.
The doorbell jarred her from her preening and she excitedly opened the door. It was Shawn, dressed to the nines in a black tuxedo with a green vest and tie that matched his eyes, over a white undershirt. A smile came to Shawn's face. Juliet saw his eyes pale slowly to white as he gazed at her. She would have been worried about it if Beth hadn't told her which strong emotions could trigger that reaction. Apparently she looked really good tonight.
Grabbing her good hand he kissed it and bowed. "Good evening my lady. You are looking ravishing this evening." He looked up at her giving her a mischievous smile.
Juliet laughed. "As if you hadn't planned this all along."
Looking smug Shawn asked, "I don't plan things. They just come to me and I act on them. For instance, I had a nice little dream of you in a pink dress and I couldn't resist."
"Well it is a nice dress Shawn, thank you." Juliet kissed him on the lips. "Just careful with the eyes in public." She raised her eyebrows and pointed.
Sighing Shawn concentrated for a second before they turned back. "I am going to need a mirror. You have to have a guy whose eyes are the equivalent of a mood ring." He grumbled.
Juliet went in and grabbed her new clutch purse and locked her door. Taking her boyfriend's arm she walked with him to his car. She had seen it in the parking lot but she had not had a chance to go for a ride yet and knowing Shawn, it was going to be an interesting one.
After a cruise around town Shawn had decided to tie a cloth around Juliet's eyes to surprise her with the restaurant. He chose to make reservations at the Bouchon. Juliet had wanted to go there for ages and he wanted to make tonight perfect. Once they pulled up outside the restaurant he untied the blindfold and held his breath in anticipation.
When Juliet saw where they were she reached over and hugged Shawn tightly. "I love it! Thank you Shawn!"
Shawn's face was starting to hurt from smiling so much.
In the restaurant after they had taken their seats, Juliet ordered the seafood special while, Shawn ordered a steak to keep up appearances. Vampires could ingest food and drink but it was almost like eating cardboard. The taste was there still but he had no real craving or desire for it. So the steak would most likely end up in Gus' belly later on. Shawn did end up ordering some wine for them both and they sipped it while Juliet waited for her food.
"So Jules, I know I promised to tell you more about, things…" Shawn was starting to get nervous.
Juliet saw he was uncomfortable so she helped him out a bit. "You said you had a perfect memory and that is how you did what you did?"
"Yeah. My dad found out that I was able to see and remember things. He used it to his advantage and trained me to follow in his and my grandfather's footsteps. 'Become a cop.' that is all I heard growing up." Juliet could see Henry doing that to Shawn and it made her sad that such a free spirit was forced to conform. "He taught me everything I would need to be a perfect detective and I did everything he wanted. I never thought I would be anything else, never knew I had a choice." Shawn took a drink of his wine. "After our falling out my senior year of high school I took a road trip. I did everything I wanted for the first time in my life. I resented my dad so much for denying me that."
"So what made you claim to be psychic in the first place?" Juliet was wondering how he got himself in that situation the most.
Shawn shook his head. "Between the training my dad gave me and my natural observant ability, I couldn't turn it off. If I saw something I had to help so when I got back to Santa Barbara, I started calling in tips on things I saw on the TV, in newspapers and all that. Eventually one of my leads turned out to be too good and a certain detective Carlton Lassiter called me in and was going to arrest me as an accomplice to theft."
"Carlton was going to arrest you?" Juliet was a bit taken aback. "Didn't you tell him what you could do?"
Shawn chuckled, "Believe me I tried. It got to the point where Lassie said give me a reason you know this or you go to jail. I saw one of the officers was superstitious and it just popped into my head. I faked my first psychic vision and convinced them enough to let me go. I thought it was the end of it but a very pregnant Chief Vick followed me out and handed me the McCallum case and said that if I was ever proven to be not psychic I would be thrown in jail anyway."
Juliet was having a hard time believing Shawn. How could he know so much just from looking at things? "So everything you do is just from noticing what other people don't?"
Shawn nodded and looked around. He pointed to a young lady sitting a few tables away from them and asked, "What do you see."
Juliet looked at the woman. She was in her mid-twenties and was sitting with a man who looked like her father. They clinked their glasses together in a toast. "A father and daughter having dinner together. She might be celebrating something."
"Very good Jules, she is celebrating something…but it is not her father." Shawn's eyes narrowed and focused on the woman's ring finger. No ring but there is an indent on it where one should have been. He noticed her clothing, too revealing to be just having supper with her dad. Also, the way she leaned towards him and touched his hand showed she was attracted to him. "She is celebrating her recent divorce. The man she is with was the one she had been cheating on her husband with." Then he noticed the indent on the man's ring finger as well, but saw what looked like a band matching the indent on his opposite hand…"Unfortunately for her, he is still married and doesn't look like he will be leaving his wife any time soon."
Juliet tried to see how in the world he could know that. Shawn saw she was having problems figuring it out so he walked her through it. She was amazed at the level of detail he processed in such a short amount of time. "Shawn, that is absolutely amazing. Why would you ever want to downplay your real abilities for fake ones?"
Shawn shrugged. "What I can do…" Shawn gestured at his head, "...it wasn't exactly my choice. With Psych I feel like I have the freedom to use my abilities as I choose, even if it means looking like a fool every once and a while. I like what I do, it makes me happy and I help people. I never meant to hurt anyone with it. Do you get what I am saying?" Shawn looked worried. He wanted Juliet to know that he didn't want to lie to her.
Juliet nodded "I understand that Shawn, but what concerns me is how much I don't really know you. I don't know how much was an act and how much was real." Shawn opened his mouth but Juliet stopped him with a finger. "I know you love me. I have no doubts about that at all. I love you too Shawn, but I need to get to know the real you better, and get used to some things before we get back to where we were." Shawn's face fell and he nodded while looking at his lap. Juliet couldn't resist that look. She leaned forward and gave him a reassuring kiss. "This is a good start though."
The rest of their meal consisted of small talk coupled with Juliet pointing out different people and Shawn analyzing them. He kept the observations light hearted and enjoyed making her laugh. It had never been this much fun when his dad made him do it.
When the time came to pay for the check Shawn laid some cash down for the waiter and turned towards his girlfriend with a sly smile. Noticing the look Shawn was giving her, Juliet asked, "What is it Shawn?"
Shawn stood up and offered her his hand, "Dance with me Jules?"
"You know how to dance?" Juliet looked at him skeptically.
Shawn smirked, "I YouTubed 'Dancing With the Stars' and got a couple moves down." Shawn joked. Juliet laughed and grabbed his hand as he led her to an open area in the restaurant. It wasn't a dance floor exactly but no one stopped them as they slow danced to the ambiance music. Some of the restaurant staff and patrons even stopped to watch the dancing couple.
Oblivious to the stares, Shawn laid his head on Juliet's shoulder and sniffed deeply. He found her scent extremely comforting, which is why he had been reluctant to let her go at the station the day before. He couldn't describe it other than saying it smelled like Juliet. Sighing contently and making a happy hum noise, Shawn continued to move to the music.
The song ended and a few claps came from around the restaurant. Looking around sheepishly the couple gave a little wave and moved back towards their table. "Jules, when we get back to my apartment I have a few things to tell you." He wanted to be able to tell her about the cure and what it could mean, but not in such a public place.
Juliet nodded and leaned closer to him as they walked. Shawn made it two more steps before a sudden sharp and burning pain spread out in his chest and his legs gave out from underneath him. Juliet had instinctively tried to catch him but with only one arm was unable to stop him from falling to his knees with a painful sounding gasp. "Shawn!" She shouted panicking.
A few restaurant staff rushed over to help him as Juliet put an arm around his shoulders. "Are you alright sir? Do you need an ambulance?" One of the waiters asked and put a hand on his shoulder.
Lifting Shawn's head to face her, Juliet saw it and gasped. His eyes were screwed shut in pain but she could see his complexion had paled and his fangs were out. She couldn't let anyone see him like this. "No, it's ok. He just had an asthma attack." Juliet tried to sound reassuring. "He will be fine once I get him his inhaler." Whispering in Shawn's ear she continued, "We have to move!" He barely nodded and struggled to his feet. Juliet propped him up on one of the chairs and grabbed their coats before going back to him and helping him out the door.
Once they got back to the car she put Shawn in the passenger's seat and got in the driver's seat herself. Shawn had just started to try and breathe normally again but was still clutching his chest. "Shawn! What is it? Are you ok?" Juliet tried to find where he was hurt but she didn't see any outward injuries.
Shawn tried to wave her off. "It's... it's not me...Jules." Shawn gasped as the pain subsided a bit and he was able to sit up in the seat. He looked at Juliet and managed to get out, "It's Lassie. He's been staked..."