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When they got back to the precinct, Chief Vick immediately called Lassiter and Juliet into her office.

"I'm taking both of you off of this case," she said as she closed the door.

Immediately Lassiter and Juliet protested.

"You can't take us off this case, Chief!"

Vick shook her head. "The second victim bears an uncanny resemblance to you, Lassiter." She looked at Juliet. "And he's called you out, Detective O'Hara. He knows too much about you."

"Chief, we can handle this," Juliet insisted. She refused to let this case be taken away from her.

"We are your best detectives. If anyone's gonna stop this psycho, it'll be us!" Lassiter insisted. "You know this, Chief."

Vick sighed. He was right about that. They would solve this case faster than anyone else, and put the killer behind bars.

"Please, Chief," Juliet said softly.

Finally Vick waved a hand. "Fine. But if anything, and I mean anything, else happens, you're both off this case. Got it?"

The two detectives nodded in unison.

"Good. Get out of here."

Juliet and Lassiter left the office, and Vick dropped down into her seat behind her desk.

She only hoped that she wasn't making a massive mistake by keeping them on this case.

As Juliet approached her desk, she noticed Shawn sitting in her seat. "Shawn..."

He shot to his feet. "Hey, Jules."

Lassiter glared at the younger man. "Get lost, Spencer."

"No way, Lassifrass." He looked at Juliet. "I'm not leaving you alone."

"What are you talking about?"

"Until we catch this guy, I'm going to be your shadow." He tried to keep his words light, but the truth was he was terrified. And if he stayed by her side, there was no way anything could happen to her. He would be there to stop anything.

Bemused, Juliet sat down in her chair. "I don't need a bodyguard, Shawn."

"Aw, I'm better looking than Kevin Costner. And you're way more beautiful than Whitney Houston." He arched his brow playfully.

Juliet ran her hands through her hair. "Where's Gus?"

"At Psych." He didn't mention that he had given his best friend the spare key Juliet had given him and told Gus to get some things for Juliet. He also didn't tell her that he had no intention of letting her return home anytime soon.

"Great idea," Lassiter said sarcastically. "Why don't you join him?" He didn't like the annoying psychic hanging around his partner, and he sure as hell didn't trust him to keep her safe. If anyone was going to protect Juliet, it would be Lassiter. She was his responsibility, his partner, and his friend. He would keep her safe.

"No thanks, Lassie." He pulled up an extra chair and sat down beside Juliet. "I'm fine right here."

Frustrated, Juliet handed him a file. "Fine. Make yourself useful. See if you can get anything off of this."

"You got it." He leaned back in the chair and opened the file.

Lassiter glared at Shawn again, then turned his attention to his own file.

By the time midnight approached, Shawn had decided it was time to take Juliet to Psych. He got up. "Jules, it's late. Those files will be here in the morning."

Juliet waved him off. "I'm fine, Shawn. Go home, if you want. I'm going to stay here a while."

He shook his head. "Come on. You're exhausted and you need to eat something." His hand settled gently on her shoulder. "Let's go."

Something to eat and a little sleep certainly sounded appealing... "Shawn..."

"Jules, no arguing. Let's go." He urged her to her feet.

She glanced at Lassiter, who had his nose buried in a file. "Carlton, I'm going to get some sleep."

"Night, O'Hara."

Relieved, Shawn ushered her out of the precinct. His bike was parked outside, and he grabbed a helmet. Handing it to Juliet, he picked up his own helmet and put it on.

Juliet stared at the helmet in her hands. "Shawn..."

"Come on, Jules." He got onto the bike. "I promise, I'll go slow."

She must have been more exhausted than she thought, because she climbed onto the back of the bike with him after putting the helmet on.

He felt her hands settle on his sides, and with a groan, he grabbed them and pulled her arms around his waist. "Hang on." He started the bike.

Juliet let out a surprised yelp when they sped out of the parking lot. Instinctively she held onto him tightly.

He grinned when her grip tightened on him, and all too soon, they arrived in front of the Psych office.

Juliet was confused when he parked the bike in front of the familiar office. "Shawn? What are we doing here?"

He helped her off of his bike. "Crashing for the night."

"What?"

He pulled his helmet off. "I told you, I'm not letting you out of my sight."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Don't give me that look." His expression softened. "I'm just trying to look out for you."

"I don't need anyone to look out for me!"

"Yes, you do!"

"No, I don't!"

He groaned. "Jules, just come inside."

"No. I'm going home, to sleep in my own bed."

"Your place isn't safe!"

"And the Psych office is?"

"Yes! Me and Gus are here. You're not alone."

Shaking her head, she got back onto the bike. "Take me home, Shawn."

"Jules..."

"Now!"

With a frustrated sigh, he got back onto the bike. How was he going to convince her that she would be safer at the Psych office? He knew she was angry, but he was only trying to protect her.

The ride passed in silence, and when they got to Juliet's apartment complex, Juliet jumped off of the bike.

Shawn got off and followed her as she stormed toward the apartment building.

When they got to the front door, Juliet spun around and glared at him. "Why are you following me?"

He held up his hands. "I'm just making sure you get inside safe."

"Go home, Shawn."

He ignored her and followed her upstairs. When they reached her door, he noticed that her hands shook as she retrieved her keys. He sighed softly, deeply concerned.

Juliet ignored him and put her key in the door. But something felt wrong. Without turning the key, she reached out and grasped the doorknob. It turned easily, and she frowned. She always locked her front door.

Shawn saw her expression, and a frown marred his boyish features. "What is it, Jules?"

Her hand strayed to her gun. "Stay here, Shawn."

"No way..."

"Stay here!" She pulled her gun and pushed her door open.

Ignoring her angry threats, he followed her into her apartment.

As their eyes adjusted, Juliet gasped softly. Her living room was destroyed. Pictures had been ripped off of the walls, the couch was laying on it's side, and her books had been shredded. She couldn't contain a soft groan.

As she hurried forward, Shawn stared at the ruined pictures and books. Someone had broken in and attempted to destroy Juliet's entire life.

She forced herself to think like a cop as she hurried into her bedroom. After checking out the entire apartment, she put her gun away. "Whoever did this, he's long gone," she muttered, tears pricking at her eyes. Her bedroom had been destroyed as well. The mattresses had been flung across the room, glass was shattered, and every article of clothing in her closet had been shredded. Nothing was salvageable. Her life was in ruins.

Shawn approached her, his eyes full of concern and sympathy. "Jules..."

She waved him off. "I have to call this in."

He nodded, watching as she made the call. As she spoke, he glanced around the living room, trying to make any sense of this.

Juliet hung up the phone and watched Shawn. "What?"

"He was... looking for something," he said softly. "And when he didn't find it... he trashed your place."

"Tell me something I don't know," she said bitterly.

He turned and studied her intently. Her mouth was drawn, and her bright blue eyes were swimming with tears. Without thinking, he reached out and pulled her tightly against his chest.

She struggled against him for a moment before finally giving up and leaning into him.

He held her tight and rested her head against his. At least she hadn't been in the apartment when it happened. He could be thankful for that much. If she had...

Juliet buried her face in Shawn's shoulder and trembled. Everything she owned in the world was ruined. Her books, pictures... everything. She sniffled, clinging to Shawn as tightly as she could.

He kissed the side of her head. "Everything's going to be okay, Jules," he promised, rubbing her back. "It will."

Lost in the embrace, they lost track of time until the CSI's arrived. As they began to ask Juliet questions, she felt herself becoming exhausted and angry.

A few minutes after the CSI's arrived and began photographing the apartment, a booming voice could be heard down the hall.

"This is my partner's place, and I'm going in there!"

A few moments later, Lassiter burst into the apartment. "Juliet!"

Juliet was shocked when Lassiter pulled her into a tight hug. He never called her by her first name, and he never showed any kind of physical affection. She was completely stunned.

He finally pulled back, checking her over. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"I'm fine, Carlton. I got home, and someone had trashed my place. They were long gone."

He checked her over again. Once he was certain she was okay, he took a small step back. "You're not staying here. You can use my guestroom."

"Carlton..."

"This isn't up for debate, O'Hara."

Annoyed, Shawn stepped up. "Sorry, Lassie. Jules already has a place to stay."

Lassiter glared dangerously at the younger man. "Stay out of this, Spencer."

"Not happening. She's coming with me. Gus and I will stay with her."

Lassiter advanced on the younger man, his eyes dark with anger and his hands balled into fists. "This is not one of your little games, Spencer," he growled, his big body taut. "Someone is after my partner, and I will not let anything happen to her."

Refusing to be intimidated, Shawn leaned toward Lassiter with an angry expression. "Neither will I. Jules is coming with me."

"Both of you, stop!" Juliet yelled, causing everyone in the room to fall silent.

Both Shawn and Lassiter stared at her.

"I'm not going with either of you." She grabbed her purse. "Stop fighting over me." She stormed out of the apartment, into the hall.

"Juliet," both Shawn and Lassiter called in unison.

She hesitated just beyond the door for a moment, then continued on.

As soon as she got outside, she realized that she had no car, and she could hear Shawn and Lassiter still arguing as they followed her. With a groan, she took off down the street, to a nearby cafe neither Shawn nor Lassiter knew about.

She got inside, then pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number of a friend.

"Hey, it's me. I really need your help..."

TBC...

A/N: Uh oh. Juliet's apartment is destroyed. Who is she calling? WHERE IS THE PINEAPPLE? Review!