So loving the response I'm getting on this story! And of course loving the direction my muse is taking me with this. If it keeps up, I might have to make a sequel... mwhahaha. The chapters are about to pick up big time, so hold onto your seats and enjoy the next chapter of Requiem!

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Two weeks later, they were no closer to catching the killer of Shawn Roberts. His father offered no clues as to why his son might have been killed. He had worked in a library, and everyone who knew him loved him. There were no apparent enemies, and he had never been in trouble a day in his life.

The striking resemblance between the victim and Shawn still troubled Juliet, but she managed to keep that to herself.

That Friday, Juliet gathered up her things and turned her computer off. The past two weeks had been troubling, and she was looking forward to Chinese and a hot bubble bath, followed by a movie or a good book in bed. She grabbed her folders.

Lassiter watched his partner from his desk. "Good night, O'Hara." He had considered going home as well, but what was the point? His apartment was empty, and his time would be better served here.

"Night, Carlton. Try not to stay too late."

He snorted. "Right."

She smiled at him, then walked out of the squadroom. As she reached her car, her phone began to ring. She frowned, grabbing it. "Please, don't be another case," she muttered, looking at the screen.

It was a text message from Shawn, and she smiled warmly.

Come to Psych.

With a chuckle, she got into the car. What Shawn had up his sleeve, she didn't know. But she was fond of him, and she enjoyed spending time with him outside of the squad whenever she could.

Fifteen minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot in front of the Psych office. The lights were on, and she stayed in the car for a minute before finally getting out and heading to the front door of the Psych office.

Before she could knock, the door opened, and she came face to face with Shawn Spencer.

"Jules! You're here!" He ushered her inside, closing the door behind them.

"What's going on, Shawn?"

He slung an arm around her shoulders. "Movie marathon. Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Mannequin and Heathers."

She looked around, and when she saw Gus, she felt a strange twinge of disappointment. But she quickly brushed it off. "Hey, Gus."

Gus smiled warmly at her in return. "Hi, Juliet. We just ordered dinner."

She looked pleased. "Great. I'm starving."

"Of course you are. You've been working so hard for the past two weeks." Shawn ushered her to his favorite chair. "Sit down."

She complied, amused.

He hurried away, returning with three bottles of strawberry soda. He gave one to Juliet, one to Gus, then sat down and opened his.

With a grin, she opened her soda. "So, what are we watching first?"

"Breakfast Club," Shawn and Gus said simultaneously, and she laughed.

"Great. I love that movie."

"I told you, Gus," Shawn said with a smirk.

"I never argued with you! I know she likes the movie."

Her phone began to ring in her pocket, and Juliet frowned. "No..."

"Don't answer it," Shawn urged, his smile fading.

"I have to. It's Carlton." She got up and walked a few feet away before answering. "O'Hara."

"O'Hara, we have another body."

"Where?"

Curious, Shawn snuck up behind her and listened in.

After finishing the call, Juliet turned around and came face to face with Shawn. She jumped, startled. "Shawn!" Her heart pounded like a drum against her ribs.

He studied her. "What's going on, Jules?"

Juliet rested a hand over her racing heart. "I'm sorry, Shawn, but I have to go. I have a case."

Shawn looked at Gus. "Fine. We'll go with you."

"Shawn, no..."

He waved her off and grabbed his jacket.

Gus got up and joined Shawn, and the two men watched Juliet expectantly.

She sighed. "Fine. Come on." She led them outside, to her car. She slid into the driver's seat, while Shawn got into the passenger's seat and Gus got in back.

On the way to the scene, Juliet was silent and tense. Shawn picked up on that, but he remained quiet as well.

Finally they arrived at the scene, a public park. Lassiter was waiting on Juliet, and he scowled when he saw Spencer and Guster. "What the hell is this?"

Juliet shook her head. "Just ignore them, Carlton. What do we have?"

He glared at Spencer again, then led Juliet to the body. "Male, late thirties to early forties."

She heard the hardened edge in his voice, and she frowned. He was always gruff, but there was something very different tonight.

They stopped beside the body, and Juliet finally understood why he was so upset.

The man on the ground bore a frightening resemblance to Detective Carlton Lassiter.

She jerked her head toward Lassiter, almost as though to make sure he was still standing beside her. His features were filled with anger, and just beyond that, she saw confusion and some fear. What was going on?

Shawn and Gus came up behind them, and as they looked at the body, Shawn whistled lowly. "Anyone else seeing what I'm seeing?"

"I sure am," Gus said quietly. The dead body looked an awful lot like Lassiter.

A CSI was photographing the body, and something caught his eye. Extending a gloved hand, he reached into the man's pocket and withdrew a folded paper.

"What's that?" Lassiter demanded.

The paper had blood on it, but the CSI managed to unfold it without shredding it.

Juliet moved to stand behind the CSI, and her face paled as she read the note.

Lassiter watched his partner impatiently. "What is it, O'Hara?"

She swallowed hard and tried to speak, but no words would come.

Shawn hurried to her side, his kind eyes filled with concern. "Jules...?"

"My, my, my, you certainly have come a long way from Miami, Detective O'Hara. Hundreds of arrests, a 97% conviction rate. Very impressive."

Juliet shuddered as she read the words out loud, and her voice wavered.

"You and I go way back, but we've never actually met. Don't worry, I'll remedy that soon enough. So get some rest. You'll be hearing from me again soon."

"What the hell?" Lassiter exploded. "Who is this son of a bitch, O'Hara?"

"I don't know!" There was no signature, only a heart at the bottom. She didn't need a closer look to tell that it was blood. Probably the blood of the victim in front of her.

Lassiter growled and paced. "He knows you. He knows you were in Miami. You need a protective detail."

Juliet bristled. "No, I don't, Carlton. If anyone needs protective custody, it's you!" She motioned to the body. "There's a good chance that this is a threat against you."

"Like hell it is. I'm not letting anything happen to you, O'Hara. This guy has already killed two people, that we know of."

Shawn stared at the body, struggling to hide his anger and worry. This creep knew way too much about Juliet, and he had murdered two people. What was stopping him from going after her. "Maybe Lassie's right," he said quietly.

Both Juliet and Lassiter looked at the psychic. Lassiter looked somewhat pleased, while Juliet looked confused and angry at his words.

"What?"

Shawn studied Juliet. "This guy has killed two people in two weeks. He could come after you."

"I can protect myself, Shawn!"

"I don't care! For once, I'm with Lassiter. This psycho could kill you!"

With an angry growl, she stormed away from the scene.

As she stalked away, Lassiter looked at Spencer. "I don't like this," he muttered. "Are you getting anything from this body?"

After hesitating, Shawn raised his hands to his head and scanned the body. But there was nothing. "No... There's too much blocking me right now." He groaned and dropped his hands to his sides.

Lassiter huffed. "Damn it." Kneeling beside the body, he tried to find anything. A clue, a mark... anything.

Shawn lingered there for a minute before meeting Gus' eyes. Gus nodded, and Shawn took off in the direction Juliet had gone.

He found her by her car, leaning against it with her eyes closed. "Jules?"

Her eyes shot open. "What, Shawn?"

He came closer. "I'm... I'm sorry. I just..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm worried about you."

Her scowl faded. "I have a gun, Shawn. I can take care of myself."

"I know that." He shrugged helplessly. "But... it's you."

She stared at the psychic, and for the first time, she saw the tears in his eyes. "Shawn..."

Shaking his head, he closed the distance between them and pulled her roughly against his chest.

Instinctively she wrapped her arms around him and settled her head against his shoulder.

He let out a heavy breath as he held her tightly. "I'm scared, Jules. I can't... This guy knows you. He has no remorse, and he's killed before. He could kill you, too." His hand ran over her back. If anything happened to her, he would never be able to live with himself.

Her eyes closed. "Shawn, I'll be fine."

He held her tighter to his chest and rested his cheek against her head. "I can't lose you," he whispered.

His honesty brought tears to her eyes. "Shawn, you won't lose me. You won't." She nestled closer to him.

He wasn't so sure about that.

TBC...

A/N: Aww, the Shules. Happy now, xpsychxssjs? LOL. But the story is far from over! Thanks for reading, and please review!