Happy Wednesday! I just got season five of Psych, and it is TOTALLY awesome! The Shulesness! *faints* Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine!

PsychPsychPsychPsych

Across town, on a lonely stretch of road, Vick and McNabb led the rest of the officers to the area where they believed Lassiter was being held. Vick was tense, and the normally bubbly McNabb was silent.

They finally pulled up to a group of warehouses, and Vick frowned as she got out of the car.

The owner of the warehouses was waiting, and Vick approached him with a warrant. "We believe one of our officers is in one of these," she said, handing the paper to the owner.

The owner nodded. "Be my guest."

Vick turned to face her officers. "Okay, everybody, pick a door and get it open!"

All of the officers nodded. "Yes, Ma'am!"

McNabb followed Vick to the nearest door, a crowbar clutched in his hands, and they set to work.

PsychPsychPsychPsychPsych

"Shawn!"

Juliet's eyes burned with tears as she took in Shawn's bloody and bruised form. His clothes were cut and stained, and his face was so pale that she was terrified they were too late.

Henry stared at the face of his only child, his son. Suddenly he couldn't breathe.

Moving fast, Juliet reached down and touched her fingers to his pulse. "He's alive, Henry! He's alive!" She moved her fingers to Shawn's bloody cheek. "Shawn...? Shawn, can you hear me?"

Immediately Gus joined her. "Shawn? We're here, buddy. You're going to be okay." His voice was gentle as he spoke to his best friend.

Juliet scooted closer to the coffin as she tried to get a look at his wounds. The son of a bitch had beaten the crap out of Shawn, and her stomach twisted as she saw the worst of his wounds. A knife wound to his stomach was bleeding heavily, and Juliet quickly yanked off her jacket. Folding it, she placed it over the wound and pressed down. Then she laid her free hand over Shawn's cheek.

Muttering softly to his son, Henry gently moved Juliet's hand and applied pressure to the wound in Shawn's stomach.

Gus could only hang back and watch helplessly as Henry and Juliet tended to Shawn.

With Henry taking care of the knife wound, Juliet's hands were free. She gently cradled Shawn's face in her hands, stroking his skin with her thumbs.

Gus looked over her shoulder. "How is he...?"

She turned her head to face him. "Alive." And that was saying a lot.

As she spoke to Gus, a hand wrapped tightly around her wrist. She gasped and jerked her head around, her eyes locking on Shawn's. "Shawn...?"

His normally bright and playful eyes were filled with pain and fear, and they broke Juliet's heart. She placed her free hand over his arm. "Shawn, we're here. Everything's going to be okay. We're going to get you out of here."

Henry looked up. "Son, it's going to be okay."

But Shawn didn't seem to hear Henry's or Gus' voices. He was focused on Juliet and his own painful breathing.

Juliet smiled sadly, running her hand over his arm. "Just hang on, Shawn. Everything is going to be okay." She turned her head. "Where the hell is that bus?"

"ETA is three minutes," an officer shouted in reply.

Another officer who was still moving dirt from around the coffin suddenly froze. "No..."

Juliet jerked her head up. "What is it?"

He met Juliet's eyes, and she could feel his panic. "There's a bomb under here!"

"Everyone, out of the hole!" Juliet screamed.

PsychPsychPsychPsychPsych

Vick and McNabb were opening the seventh door when an excited shout caught their attention. They both spun toward the shout.

"There's smoke coming from this one!"

Immediately every officer ran to the indicated door. The lock was quickly broken, and the door shoved open.

Flames exploded from inside, causing everyone to leap backward.

Vick shouted for someone to call the fire department. Then she inched closer to the warehouse. "Detective Lassiter! Can you hear me?"

Everyone fell silent as Vick called out again, "Detective Lassiter! If you can hear me, make some kind of noise!"

The flames were scorching, and Vick was afraid that they were too late. Then she heard it.

A muffled cry.

Before anyone could stop him, McNabb stepped back, pulling his jacket over his head. Then he launched himself into the flames.

"Buzz!"

Moving fast, McNabb fought his way into the warehouse. Moving along the wall, he shouted, "Detective! Are you in here?"

There was another muffled yell, and McNabb stumbled over a chair laying on it's side.

Tied to the chair was a dirt smudged and bloody Lassiter.

"Oh, gosh..." McNabb dropped to his knees, reaching for the swiss army knife he always carried. "It's going to be okay, Detective. We'll get you out of here." He quickly began cutting at the binds holding Lassiter's feet together.

Lassiter groaned, his eyes burning from the smoke.

McNabb freed Lassiter's feet. But when he reached the older man's hands, he panicked.

Barbed wire was wrapped tightly around the older detective's wrists, effectively binding him to the chair. There was no way McNabb could untangle the mess before they were both suffocated to death by the smoke.

There was only thing he knew to do.

Grabbing Lassiter's chair, he roughly pulled it upright. Then he proceeded to drag Lassiter out of the burning warehouse as fast as he possibly could.

To Be Continued...

A/N: I know I kind of broke this up in a weird place, but the original way was waaaaaaaaaay too long. LOL. And this way, there's much more angst! BWAHAHAHAHA! Please review, or I just might rewrite... the boys aren't out of the woods yet! *ducks flaming sporks*