Juliet's mind woke up before her body did. She lay where she was on the couch for a while as her mind raced through the events of the past day and she felt suffocated when she remembered what happened. Shawn was dead, and she was a widow. No, this wasn't supposed to happen. He was always so good at getting out of trouble, good at catching the bad guy and keeping his smooth demeanor through it all. He wasn't supposed to die. Especially not now.

Her heart seized but she refused to let any more tears fall. Her head ached from all the crying she'd done before she fell asleep and she just wanted some coffee so she could talk to Henry and try to sort some more of this out.

Her movements were slow and deliberate as she finally opened her eyes and sat up. She felt the chill of the apartment long before her bare feet touched the hardwood floor, and she wrapped the afghan around her shoulders. Henry must have put it there, she realized. Speaking of Henry, where is he? She stood up and looked around, wondering if he had gone home. But then she saw his keys on the table by the door, and as she rounded the corner found him in the kitchen.

He was standing at the stove, making eggs, bacon and toast. She glanced at him as she grabbed a mug and poured herself some coffee. His face was drained and his eyes were red. She knew he'd been crying, but understanding his need to appear strong and immoveable, she said nothing about it. When he placed the two plates on the counter, she stifled a gasp at what she saw. Henry Spencer looked as if he'd aged twenty years in the past few hours. She sipped her coffee to keep her lip from trembling.

They sat in silence, eating their breakfast and drinking their coffee. Juliet finished before Henry and put her dishes in the sink. He heard the shower start a few minutes later and he set about washing the dishes. He was glancing through the paper when he heard the water shut off. He turned the page and realized why picking up the morning edition wasn't a good idea today. His insides clenched as he saw a large picture of his son under the bold words:

SBPD PSYCHIC CONSULTANT KILLED YESTERDAY

He quickly slapped the front pages over the article and threw the paper across the room. His head dropped heavily into his hands and his breathing deepened as he tried to regain control. He would not cry again. He'd let himself have that one luxury while Juliet was asleep, but he wasn't going to let her see him cry again. He knew she'd seen the evidences of his emotions when she woke up, but she had wisely said nothing. She was a smart girl; he'd always given Shawn credit for that.

The woman he was thinking about walked into the living room then. She was wearing a pair of sweatpants that were obviously Shawn's- they were rolled up several times around her waist and ankles. Her battered grey SBPD t-shirt was wet from her hair. She walked over to the easy chair across from the couch he was sitting on and climbed into it. The suede piece of furniture seemed to swallow her, and Henry wondered if he'd ever seen any sight so heartbreaking.

Both of them still had no idea of what to say. What could anyone say that wouldn't sound clichéd or make the problem worse? They'd both had the horrible duty of telling families that their loved ones were dead, and even though they knew how utterly terrible the phrases were they still uttered them. "I'm sorry for your loss, he was a good man, he'll be sorely missed, I'm terribly sorry." As police officers it seemed a part of their duty to say those stupid sentences. But here, as a grieving father and wife sat looking around the room, at each other, anywhere and everywhere, they knew those words would not be uttered by either of them. Nothing would make them feel any better, so why try.

After what felt like an eternity, Juliet spoke up. She didn't want to have to say this, and she knew Henry didn't want to hear it, but she felt it might as well be addressed now rather than be put off for later.

"When are we going to plan the funeral?" Try as she might, she couldn't help the hitch in her voice on that final word.

Henry looked down at the floor and sighed. "Whenever you're ready, Juliet. I'll do whatever you want me to do, but we'll do it whenever you're ready." Silence regained its hold on the room before Henry dethroned it again.

"Karen offered full police honors. Said Shawn was unofficially an honorary member of the force. I'm not so sure he'd like that though. Never wanted to join, no matter how much I wanted him to."

Juliet nodded. "It just needs to be simple. He wasn't quite simple and sure didn't make anything easy or "no fuss", but it's all I can handle right now."

"I'll talk to Karen about the- about the burial. And I'll get in touch with the other people. You don't need to worry about this at all, honey."

They sat for a while in more silence. Juliet thought about the fact that at least silence between she and her father-in-law wasn't awkward, even after an uncomfortable event such as this.

"I never, I never thought, in all my wildest dreams, that I'd be the last Spencer. Even though we only had Shawn, I always expected- I never thought he'd leave me alone. I never thought I'd be the last Spencer." Juliet closed her eyes for a moment, and got out of her chair. She walked into the bedroom and came back with a small, flat box. She ignored her former seat and sat next to Henry.

She pulled a picture out of the box, but hid its face from him. "I told Shawn, yesterday, before he left." She handed the picture to him.

He looked down. He held a black and white picture, one that made his heart swell and shattered it at the same time.

"You're not the last Spencer, Henry."

Ah, so here you go! This last part was my favorite. It was the whole brain behind the story. Don't worry, there's still more to come though! Happy Sunday and God Bless! Jed