AUTHOR'S NOTES: Nothing too graphic in this chapter. I am trying to keep this in the spirit of the series so no overt brain matter or anything you need to worry about :D As always, hope it entertains and thank you for the reviews.

Chapter 11- Explosive Consequences

"Mr. Spencer!" Shawn heard Karen shout but he was not stopping until he knew if his friends were alright. As he was running towards the front of the building, he had to duck as a series of smaller explosions erupted from the burning police station and sent more debris flying through the air. Screams of terror and pain accompanied them.

"Oh God this is not good." Shawn picked up the pace.

As he got around to the front of the building he was desperately trying to see through the smoke. Between the haze and his constant coughing it was hard to focus. From where he rounded the corner he could barely make out at least a dozen injured people. Towards the parking lot one of the receptionists was giving CPR to someone he recognized from the narcotics division. A few feet away one of the deputies staunched the bleeding of what Shawn figured was just someone walking by when the place went up, but he could see no sign of his friends or his dad. "JULES! GUS!" Shawn shouted, his voice hoarse from coughing. This was definitely one time his super senses were a hindrance. He closed his eyes and tried to rub the sting from them.

"Shawn!" Gus' voice rang out through the chaos like a beacon. Opening his eyes Shawn rushed to his friend.

"GUS!" Shawn exclaimed as he approached. He noticed some blood on the side of Gus' face and some on his hands but otherwise looked ok. He was about to give his friend a hug when he caught the scent of his blood. He had not fed since before his date with Juliet, and being staked by a baseball handle caused him to need to feed badly.

He had been fine until he got that sniff. Almost like it was when he was human. He wasn't hungry until he smelled food. Unfortunately for Gus, right now he smelled like food. Shawn didn't think it would be a good idea to be too close to his best bud at that moment.

Stepping back, Shawn held out his hands to stop Gus from approaching. A hurt look crossed his features before Shawn pointed at the blood. Eyes widening in understanding and horror Gus frantically tried to wipe off his hands on his pants, further rubbing the scent of blood on him. "Dude! That is so not helping!" Shawn exclaimed and turned his head away before being grabbed from behind.

Whirling around Shawn came face to face with Henry who gave him a hug. "Oh my God Shawn. You're ok! I was worried when you didn't come out the front doors." Letting his son go he saw his face was still vampiric. "Shawn, your face…"

Coughing again Shawn choked out, "I know… I can't help it right now." Doing his best to compose himself he asked, "Have you seen Jules or Lassie? I felt him freak out a minute ago." Taking a deep breath Shawn stated, "Lassie hasn't fed dad."

Understanding crossed Henry's features and he started frantically looking around the crowd. He felt Shawn's hands tighten around his arms. "…and neither have I." Shawn warned his father. "There's so much blood, I can't…" Shawn growled in frustration.

Henry quickly let go of Shawn and moved a safe distance back and finally got a look at the gaping hole in Shawn's shirt showing that he had been staked at some point. As much as he wanted to comfort his son right now he knew the danger of being around him when he got like this. Shawn had taught him that lesson the day before. "Son, we will find them don't worry, but we need to get you out of…" Before he could finish, a soot covered and scratched up Buzz limped up to them.

"Mr. Spencer!" Gus and Henry moved to block Shawn from the taller man's view, buying him time to get himself together.

"What is it McNab?" Henry asked gruffly.

"No one has been able to find the Chief since she ran back in after Shawn."

Shawn moved around front of Henry and Gus to address Buzz. He had taken a moment to calm down and was back to normal. "She's fine Buzz. I went all Kurt Russell from Backdraft on her and carried her out. She is back by the garages."

Buzz was instantly relieved. "Oh thank goodness. We were all worried." He moved to head to the back of the station when Shawn stopped him.

"Have you seen Jules or Lassie? Did they make it out ok?"

Nodding Buzz pointed past the hedges that separated the station lawn from the sidewalk. "Last I saw they had gotten out and were over there."

The words were barely out of Buzz's mouth before Shawn sprinted towards where he was pointing. He tried not to look at the devastation around him. He didn't want to remember this forever. He didn't want to picture people he knew injured or dying. He could hear sirens approaching. Police and ambulances. "The Sherriff's office must be sending people over too." Shawn reasoned.

Getting to the spot where Buzz had pointed, Shawn turned in circles trying to catch a glimpse of Juliet. "Jules!" Shawn yelled a couple times more before he spotted her leaning propped up next to a light pole near the sidewalk. She was cradling her already injured arm close to her chest. She had no visible open wounds so Shawn figured it was safe to go to her. Gus and Henry were right behind him.

As he approached he noticed her head was hanging down. She barely registered his presence when he kneeled next to her. Cupping her chin in his hands he lifted her face to meet his. "Jules, wake up."

Her eyes fluttered open and took a moment to focus. "Shawn?" She slurred her words. Taking his hands away from her face he prodded her head gently looking for injuries. She hissed in pain when he touched the back of it and his hand came back bloody.

"Dad…" He started whipping his hand frantically on the grass and backed up as Henry stepped forward to assess Juliet better. He clenched his teeth and took deep breaths through his mouth.

"Juliet, where is Lassiter?" Gus asked for Shawn who was currently closing his eyes and trying not to freak out.

Looking up at Gus in a daze Juliet tried to register what he said. "Carlton?" Henry and Gus nodded. Turning her gaze to Shawn she saw how pale he was. "What's wrong with Shawn?"

Henry got into her field of vision. "Juliet, I need you to focus. Where is Lassiter?"

"I remember him grabbing me. The building went up…the blast knocked us down… my head hurts." Juliet's head started to fall forward again and Henry worked on keeping her awake.

Ambulances were starting to pull into the station parking lot. "I'll grab a paramedic!" Gus sprinted off to the arriving vehicles.

Shawn fell to his knees and opened his eyes. Nothing was helping he was so hungry and the horrible thing was… Carlton would be even worse than he was.

Henry saw Shawn go down and growled in frustration. "Shawn! I need you to focus! Are you getting anything from Lassiter?"

"No. I don't feel anything."

"Then you aren't trying hard enough!" Henry shouted. "Concentrate Shawn! He is your responsibility!" Henry knew he was being hard on his son but if his son didn't focus on something soon, Henry had a feeling there would be two starving vampires running around the area instead of just one.

"Dammit! Fine!" Shawn shouted back. Putting his fingers to his temple and squeezing his eyes shut, Shawn tried to get a bead on Carlton. He had never really tried this yet. Before it just happened so he was a bit unsure what he had to do. It was like grasping at air. He could feel something in the back of his mind. He just had to get the connection. Suddenly Shawn flinched as extra emotions flooded him. "Anger, hurt, rage…" Shawn said aloud. "…hunger." Shawn growled out the last word.

Henry rubbed his face and sighed. "This is not good."

Shawn's eyes popped open and he glared. "Really? Ya think?" He snapped sarcastically as he got to his feet and started to pace.

"Can you figure out where he is?" Henry asked.

Shawn started to shake his head but he paused. Anger. Carlton was more pissed off than he had ever been in his life. Shawn knew Carlton enough to know that until Marlowe came into his life, his apartment was just somewhere to sleep. The station was his home. Someone had just destroyed Carlton's home, and those some ones were about to get a nasty surprise. "I don't have to figure it out. I know exactly what he is planning to do."

"How do you know?" Henry's face was scrunched in confusion.

Shawn ran a hand through his hair. "Because it is what I would do." Shawn looked over and saw Gus approaching with a paramedic. He turned back to Henry and choked out. "Dad, take care of Jules. I'll find you soon." Taking off towards the Psych mobile Shawn prayed that Carlton was on foot. If he wasn't it was already too late.

Lance was puzzled, and he didn't get puzzled often. Everything had started off going according to plan. The agents had put the bomb in the file room to erase all traces of the investigation, any officer who could have had knowledge of the case was inside about to be taken care of. He had thought nothing could go wrong as he sat and waited for the explosion. However, three minutes before the bomb was supposed to go off he saw two figures jump out of that obnoxious green car and race up the steps into the station.

"No!" Lance had shouted. "That is impossible!" He was about to go in himself when his associate grabbed his arm.

"There is no time." Forcefully shrugging of the other man's grip he had chastised himself for over reacting, but that damn psychic was fast becoming a worse pain in the ass by the minute.

People started running out of the station a moment later. Lance had not seen either of the other vampires come out as the back of the building went up in the original explosion. Suddenly, before the larger secondary explosion, the detective almost flew out of the doors with a long leap from the steps of the station, past the precinct sign with a woman wrapped in his arms. Lance watched as they landed badly and tumbled a bit before coming to a stop next to some hedges.

"Well, that was a bit impressive." Lance admitted and his associate nodded. Realizing the psychic had not come out before the explosion caused him to smile a bit. Noticing the detective was getting up and checking the condition of the woman. He moved her over to a pole and propped her up before standing for a few moments looking at the station, his hands clenched in fists at his sides. A few more explosions wracked the building, apparently spurring the detective into action. He took one more look at the woman and took off down the street.

"We should go sir." His associate pointed to the vehicle. "More officers will be coming."

Lance did not move though. His curiosity was captured by the woman that had meant so much to the detective. He was debating going and grabbing her when the impossible happened again. The psychic emerged from the crowd and knelt by her side.

The two vampires watched in a rage as the psychic backed off quickly and allowed another man to continue the woman's care. A minute later he had fallen to his knees. "He's starving." Lance came to the conclusion quickly. He recognized the signs. "That means the detective is starving too."

"Why is that important?" His associate asked.

Smiling, the taller vampire explained. "It means the detective is on a hunt, and I think I know who he is going after." Lance figured it wouldn't be long before the detective's sire figured that out too. Sure enough, the psychic got to his feet and sprinted to his car a moment later.

They both watched the car speed off in the direction of the hotel. "Should we go after them?"

"No." Lance said simply. "I have a feeling they are about to take care of a few loose ends for us. Besides," He turned to look at the woman that both men had fawned over. She was starting to get loaded into an ambulance. "…we know where they will eventually end up. Don't we?"

At the hotel, both agents were frantically packing up the meager belongings they had brought with them for their trip.

"Hurry your ass up!" Gerald shouted at Nathan who just glared back at the older man. Both of them were on edge. They had done what Lance had asked them to do. He had told them the bomb would take care of all the evidence in the files, but neither had realized that the bomb was enough to blow up the whole station. If Gerald had known that fact he never would have agreed to it.

Nathan stuffed the last of his clothes in his bag and they headed for the door. When they had gotten back they had noticed it was off its hinges and barely hanging there. By the second bloodstain on the carpet, they figured something must have gone down after they left. Since no one was there to stop them though, they had decided to escape while they had a head start.

They had barely made it to the door when suddenly a very ragged figure was blocking the way. As the figured stepped into the light of the room the agents saw it was Detective Carlton Lassiter. His hair and clothes were a bloody soot covered mess. His eyes had an unnatural yellow hue to them and he was glaring at them murderously.

Carlton staggered into the room, causing Gerald and Nathan to drop their bags and back up quickly. "I told you, I would get you." Carlton growled, advancing on the two men.

Gerald moved forward to try and run past him but Carlton placed a well-aimed punch to his jaw and sent him flying onto the bed, knocked out cold. Nathan gaped in horror but continued to back up until he hit the opposite wall. There was nowhere for him to go. Carlton grabbed the younger man by his suit. Breathing heavily he smelled the man's terror. He didn't know if it was because of his anger or his hunger but the agent's fear made him smell that much better.

"Don't do this man! We didn't know it would blow up the whole station!" Nathan begged.

Carlton was beyond listening. This man and his partner were responsible for the injury and deaths of people he had worked with for over 16 years. His fangs grew and he moved in to bite the agent.

"LASSIE NO!" The shout caused Carlton to turn his head. Shawn was standing in the ruined doorway. He looked just as bad as Carlton. His normally perfect hair had singe marks and he was holding himself upright with the frame. "Don't do it! You are a cop! An officer of the law! Don't go all Harvey Keitel in Cop Land on me…because that would make me Sylvester Stallone and have you seen him lately?" Carlton knew Shawn was trying to distract him.

"Get the hell out of here Spencer! You are the last person in the world that I want to see right now…" Still gripping the agent, Carlton turned to face his sire. "You lied to me! All of you! Why should I trust any of you again?!" With that statement Carlton launched himself at Shawn.

Shawn put his hands up in defense but he really wasn't expecting that reaction from Carlton. Both men went down in a tangle and Carlton took advantage of the surprise by punching Shawn in the face. "Why don't you just order me to stop Spencer? We both know you can!" Carlton continued to punch Shawn wherever he could reach.

Shawn grabbed Carlton's hands and tried to stop the punches. He knew Carlton wasn't himself. It was the hunger that was making him act that way. He could force him to stop, that much was true but Shawn didn't want to take advantage of that again. Carlton may be a pain but he was a colleague and, heaven forbid Shawn ever say this aloud… he was a friend too.

Both vampires were at the point of collapse and this fight was taking a lot out of them. Shawn decided to end it quickly by kicking upwards, catching Carlton off guard and flipping him over his head which caused him to land on his back with the wind knocked out of him.

Carlton's manic energy completely dissipated as he lay groaning. "That was a cheap shot."

Panting and sitting up Shawn scooted over to Carlton. "If I hadn't turned you, you would be dead."

The detective lay there and stared at the ceiling. "Why did you guys lie to me?" It wasn't so much that Shawn had lied to him, Shawn always lied, but once again Juliet had kept secrets from him. It had hurt when she never told him she was dating Shawn and the deception had almost broken up their partnership.

A look of disgust came over Shawn's features. "Because you would be more accepting that a murdering psycho vampire turned you than if I had. I knew you would rather have the man who locked cuffed me to a freezer and tried to get me to kill an innocent woman be your sire than ME, someone who worked next to you for over six years solving crimes and saving lives."

Carlton sat up painfully and looked Shawn in the eyes. Usually unreadable, for the first time Carlton looked past the snarky psychic and saw the sensitive intelligence Shawn tried so desperately to hide from everyone around him. He admitted it to himself that what Shawn said was true. He had been more accepting that a murderer was his sire than he was now that he knew the truth. He honestly felt ashamed of himself.

A loud click noise of a firearm cocking snapped both of their attentions to Nathan, who had grabbed his gun from his suitcase and was now pointing it at the vampires. "Stay back freaks! I will kill you both if you don't stay back!" His hand was shaking but he was pointing it right at Carlton's head.

Shawn didn't know what would happen if they were shot in the head, and he didn't want to find out. "Look man…" He stood and groaned with the effort. "Just put the gun down."

"Shut up! Maybe I should just kill you huh? I could say you were the ones to blow up the station, then you came and attacked my partner and I." It was a ridiculous statement but Nathan was too freaked out to think clearly or he would not have said the next thing that came out of his mouth. "Maybe after you guys are dust I could comfort your grieving girlfriend. I bet with that ass she is excellent in bed. If she wasn't blown up that is."

Carlton sat up. His eyes widening as he looked at Shawn's back. The psychic had gone completely still. A resonating growl almost shook the room. His fist moved so fast Nathan didn't have time to blink before he was thrown back with the force of the punch. He hit the wall and left a deep imprint before sliding down to the floor unconscious.

Once the agent was taken care of, Shawn looked back at Carlton. He was very sick and if he didn't get blood soon he wasn't going to make it. Neither of them were. Glancing at the prone agents Shawn remembered something that Josef had said to him the week before.

"Eventually, you will have to feed on a human to survive. It doesn't mean you have to kill them, but the trick is to not let yourself get to the point where you are out of control."

Doing his best to be at least semi-ok with what he had to do, Shawn bent down and helped Carlton get to his feet then to the bed. He grabbed Gerald's arm and brought it towards Carlton who looked up at Shawn in shock. "What are you doing Spencer?"

"We need blood and we can't risk leaving here without it. Josef said we don't have to kill, just take enough so we don't go crazy. Afterwards we can feel like assholes, but right now we don't have much of a choice."

Carlton glanced at the arm, he could see the veins pulsing with each heartbeat. A thought hit him before he had lost his nerve. "Wait, wouldn't it be a little suspicious that they have bite marks on their arms?"

Shawn raised a finger and grew out a claw. "What the?" Carlton exclaimed as Shawn brought it across the man's wrist and blood started to flow. It was something that Aaron had done to the woman he wanted Shawn to kill. Shawn had not thought about it till just now as he remembered how Aaron had cut the woman's neck. Shawn had to admit it was a sweet trick.

Carlton's reaction was instinctual and instant. He latched onto the arm and started feeding, not even caring that Shawn was watching.

Controlling his own bloodlust Shawn limped to the unconscious Nathan and did the same while keeping an eye on Carlton so he didn't take too much. They would have to call the Chief when they were done and say they had caught the guys. Shawn doubted the agents would really say anything and they had just blown up a police station full of cops so who would listen to them anyway. "Besides," Shawn thought with no little amount of mirth, as he let go of Nathan's arm and went to pull Carlton off Gerald. "Everyone knows there are no such things as vampires."

"Ok. Yeah Chief I am fine. I just had a lead on the guys and had to get here before they could escape." Carlton talked to Karen as officers pulled the two groggy men from the hotel room.

"We were worried. You should have told someone where you were going." The stress and worry in Karen's voice was very evident.

"Believe me Chief, if there had been more time I would have but I barely caught them as it was. Spencer also found the body of the hotel manager downstairs." Carlton listened for a moment, "Yeah, we think there might be another person involved. Spencer and I are going to see what we can do to find him. Then we are going to head to the hospital."

Karen huffed out a frustrated breath, "I am at the hospital. I just got done talking to O'Hara, she is asking to see you two."

Carlton frowned. If the Chief was at the hospital it meant more than just Juliet was there. He had not stuck around long after the explosion so he had no real idea how hurt people had gotten. "What is the status? How many were hurt?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line which Carlton took as a bad sign. "I have three detectives and two officers in critical condition, there were many others with minor cuts and bruises or breaks from being thrown from the blast…but Carlton, I am sorry to tell you this but Detective Dobson didn't make it."

Carlton sucked in a breath. He had known Dobson for years. Next to Buzz, the man had been one of the most reliable errand runners in the station. Carlton had utilized his skills more than once. "I understand." Carlton said mechanically. Shawn, who had been standing by listening in hung his head. "I will keep you informed."

Carlton hung up and handed Shawn back his phone. "So, how are we going to find Lance now?" He asked the psychic. "We have no clue where he was staying in town."

Shawn shrugged as his phone rang. He picked it up without looking, figuring it would be his dad or Gus calling. "Hello?"

"Mr. Spencer." The cultured voice droned through the i-phone. "You seem to be as full of surprises as your fledgling."

Narrowing his eyes in anger and getting Carlton's attention Shawn greeted the insane vampire. "Lance."

"I do not know how you managed to do what you did but I cannot say that I am not impressed."

"Well that means so much to us right now. Maybe you should impress us by jumping into a vat of molten silver." Shawn replied in his snarky way.

"IS THAT LANCE?!" Carlton growled loudly and grabbed the phone away from Shawn. "Listen you pompous arrogant son of a bitch! I will hunt you down and take you out do you hear me?!"

Shawn grabbed the phone back and said, "See, you really shouldn't have made him angry, he has issues with that you know."

"I'll take your word for it." Lance replied sarcastically. "I am sorry we weren't able to have our little chat but since you had to interfere with my plans I have been forced to change them." Shawn didn't like the sound of that statement. "You know, now that I am up close, I realize what you see in the female detective. She is quite the beauty."

Shawn's heart sank. He was bluffing, he had to be bluffing...

"What is it Spencer?" Carlton saw his reaction and became very worried. It wasn't often Shawn showed fear.

"What do you want?" Shawn demanded.

Giving a dark chuckle through the receiver Lance stated, "I want the cure. If you really are psychic you should be able to find it and get it for me. You have my number, call me when you have it, and if I were you, I would have it done before dawn." The line went dead.

"Damn it!" Shawn swore and kicked a hole in the hotel wall. Some officers that were surveying the scene looked wide eyed at each other.

"Spencer what the hell is going on!?" Carlton demanded an answer.

"Lance has Jules. He must have seen us with her when he was watching the station. We have to get the cure for him before dawn."

Carlton shook his head, "How the hell are we supposed to do that?"

Shawn waved off the detective's question. "Don't worry about the cure Lassie. I found that yesterday."

"You have already had the cure Spencer? What the hell is wrong with you? Why didn't you say anything?" Carlton got in Shawn's face. He was sick and tired of his lies.

Shawn glared right back at him. "The less people that knew about it the better Lassie. Besides, since we already have the cure, it gives us more time to plan." Shawn grinned.

Looking at the psychic suspiciously Carlton was almost afraid to ask, "Plan what?"

Pulling out his phone again Shawn pressed 8 on his speed dial. A voice answered after a couple rings. "Carmichael Industries, Morgan Grimes speaking."

"Hey Morgan, it's Shawn. We have a problem and need a big favor."

END NOTES: Yes I killed the elusive Detective Dobson. May he rest in peace. Also, if you haven't noticed. I am bringing back the series Chuck for a bit of a guest appearance :D