Dr Sexy MD.

Hey, this chapter goes out to EriKaBalDeL, my official bullet monitor! I really should have mentioned her at the start of the previous chapter for her wonderful review which inspired some of the conversations.

I'm sorry this one took so long, I'm still not happy with it to be honest. I also stopped to write a one shot for Dollhouse. Check it out. If you want. .net/s/6003554/1/

The next chapter will also be late. Maybe very late. I'm going away on Tuesday, to Legoland with my kid brothers. I thought I'd be able to update still, but my mother has 'suggested' that I shouldn't take my laptop. I also have my cousin's wedding this weekend. RL sucks when you're trying to get a story finished.


"They've put them in the same room." Vick reported, a small smile playing about her lips.

"Shawn and Lassiter?" Gus asked, frowning. "Is that really a good idea?"

"You didn't see them a day or so ago. Even before they were kidnapped together, they were getting on better than I've ever seen them." Juliet inserted.

"Okay, that's it. I'm never leaving town ever again. I go away for a few days and the whole world turns upside down." Gus folded his arms.

"Enough with the melodrama, Gus." Henry snarked. "Even when you are around Shawn manages to turn everything upside down."

"Where have they got those three bastards?" Gus asked. "Nowhere near Shawn, I hope."

"They're right at the other end of the hospital and they have Officers McNabb, Allan, Stevens and Harrods watching them." Vick explained. "There's no way those..." She paused and tried to control herself. "Those...Scumbags are getting anywhere near our boys." She used a much milder word than she originally thought of.

"Can we go see them?" Jules asked.

"The Doctor is in with them at the minute." Vick paused, unsure. Gus picked up on it at once.

"What? What's wrong? Is it Shawn? Is something wrong? Is he worse than they thought?"

"Mr Guster! Calm down. Shawn's condition is unchanged, as far as I know." She took a breath. "I think you should know how Mr Truman was found though."

"What?" Henry said, his voice carefully controlled.

"He... he had his pants around his ankles and he had been hit in the groin with something hard." She shook her head. "And he was tied up."

"And? So? Therefore?" Gus asked, and almost expected to hear Shawn to tell him to stop being such a boring thesaurus rex.

"Given how he was found, we believe that there is a possibility that he attempted to sexually assault either Shawn or Lassiter." She slipped into the 'royal we' the way she often did when she had to tell bad news or give an official opinion.

Juliet sat down rather suddenly.


"Mr Spencer, Detective Lassiter." A man in a long white coat stepped into their room. "I'm Doctor Foster."

"Did you go to Gloucester?" Shawn asked.

"Excuse me?"

"He's making a joke." Lassiter said smirking. "I know. Hard to tell, isn't it?"

"Ah, of course." He consulted the chart at the end of Shawn's bed, which was worrying as he had only treated them a few moments before in the ER.

"Seriously? You've never had that before? No one has ever called you on being called Doctor Foster?"

"Well... truth be told I may have heard that joke once or twice before." The Doctor admitted. "Well, everything seems to be in order. You have a very worried group of people in the waiting room. Shall I inform them of your condition? And are you feeling up to a visit?"


It was several minutes later that Chief Vick, Henry, Juliet, and Gus came in.

Shawn was lying on his side, propped up with lots of pillows. The back of his gown gaped open to show an expanse of white gauze. Lassiter, on the other hand, was sitting up, in deference to his wrapped ribs. Juliet was first into the room. She clapped both hands across her mouth and gasped as she entered. She stood between the bed and looked back and forth between them, unsure of who to go to first. Henry and Gus pushed past her and claimed the chairs by Shawn's bed.

"Shawn!" The two male visitors chorused.

"Detective." Vick said, making her way to Lassiter's bed. Juliet followed her.

"How are you feeling? Are you in any pain? DO you need anything?" She fluffed Carlton's pillow a little.

"O'Hara, calm down. I'm fine. Worst thing wrong with me is the ribs. Well, and a tiny little concussion."

"And that little internal bleeding thing." Shawn called out.

"What were you thinking Shawn?" Henry asked.

"Excuse me?"

"You could have been killed!" Henry waved his arms expansively.

"And this is my fault?"

"No one's saying that Shawn." Gus reassured quickly. "But, why didn't you talk to me?"

"You were busy, and mad at me, and upset." Shawn replied.

"What?"

"You were upset that the girl had died, and you were mad because you thought I wasn't. I was. I really was." Shawn said. His speech was slightly slurred.

"I know that, Shawn. I'm sorry I was so selfish." Gus replied gently.

"They have him on Morphine?" Henry asked.

"Yeah." Lassiter replied, glancing at the IV.

"Damn. The kids a lightweight and that stuff acts like truth serum to him.

"Oh, really?" Vick asked lightly, and exchanged a smiling look with Juliet. They needed some lightness after all their worry.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Shawn was muttering, eyes half closed.

"Why are you sorry, Shawn?" Juliet asked, taking a couple of steps towards his bed.

"Now, that's not fair." Lassiter stated. Vick looked at him speculatively. A few days ago, he never would have stuck up for Shawn.

"She died, she died, and it was my fault." Shawn muttered, snuggling down into the sheets. Gus gasped, and reached down to take Shawn's fault.

"It's not your fault, Shawn. I'm sorry I ever said it was. You saved all the others."

"Wait! You told him it was his fault? That's how all this started!" Lassiter burst out, on painkillers of his own.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Karen asked.


Two hours before Gus left on his pharmaceutical trip.

"Hey, Gus, check it out! They're having a John Hughes retrospective!" Shawn grinned, sipping a pineapple smoothie while he channel flipped on the plasma.

"Do you even care?" Gus asked. "How can you be like this?"

"Like what, Gussie-face?"

"So...so perky! That girl is dead, Shawn. She's dead. And that's our fault. No. it's your fault."

"Gus? What do you mean? Because from what I remember, we saved three young ladies. Yes, one died. But I remember the serial killer being the one holding the dagger. Not me."

"You could have told them! You had to play and make up some stupid vision! And that girl died!"

"Yeah, because if I had just told them in the first place, we'd be fired and we never be able to help anyone again!"

"So, that little girl is just a casualty? A necessary death?"

"As harsh as this sounds, yeah."

"Are you really that cold, Shawn? I thought I knew you!"

And Gus had stormed out. Leaving Shawn there. Shawn had watched him leave, and sighed. He knew that he had to say what he'd said, to stop Gus from obsessing and blaming himself. Shawn felt ten times worse, but Gus would feel better if he had someone else to blame. He took another sip of his smoothie and pulled a face. He tossed it into the trash and went looking for the bottle of whisky he knew was around somewhere. It was only two in the afternoon, but what the hell. Gus would calm down and think about it. He'd be back, hopefully in time to stop Shawn from drinking himself into a stupor.

By the time Gus got on the plane, he was already feeling the first faint pangs of guilt, especially because he was leaving, but he fed them anger. He didn't want to feel guilty for yelling at Shawn, because that would mean he was culpable in that child's death as well.

Back in the now.


"He showed up at my place." Lassiter admitted, oblivious to Gus's guilty flashback. "He was drunk, and blaming himself. If he hadn't been feeling so guilty..." he shook his head.

"So, now it's my fault you guys were kidnapped!" Gus folded his arms, and shouted. Shawn moaned, and curled up a little more.

"SH!" Chorused everybody else.

"No one is saying that." Juliet said quickly (and quietly). "Are they Carlton?"

"I suppose not. And if you hadn't upset him so much, he wouldn't have been drunk enough to let slip that he was being harassed, and we may never have caught those bastards. Checks and balances. We got hurt, but the bad guys are in jail. That makes it a win for our side." Lassiter replied. He yawned.

"We'll go and let you rest." Vick said, patting his hand.

"Yeah, if Shawn wakes up, tell him I'll be back soon." Gus added.

"Me too." Henry wouldn't meet anyone's eyes as he admitted to his desire to keep an eye on his boy.


At the other end of the hospital, Buzz McNabb stood in front of a door. Behind him, alarms began to sound...


I know! I am so sorry! Evil cliffie with a delay for the next chapter. Please don't kill me!

Review? If you aren't too mad because of evil cliffie.