So hears the deal. Obviously my version of the Yin/Yang episode won't be up or finished before the episode. I really tried (seriously, I think overall I've updated at a really generous speed)

So...will people still read this if I continue and write part 3? Or should I call it quits?

It was so deep. So dark. The light was so far away. Shawn stared at the distance light, disoriented but determined not to go towards it- he wanted to live thank you very much-but then he realized he couldn't breathe. And then he saw the sand below him and everything that had happened flashed through his head and he realized it was probably a dumb idea to avoid the light. Pushing off the riverbed as hard as he could he broke through the surface of the water gasping.

"Jules!" he screamed, fighting the waves and rapid current as best he could. "Juliet!" he swore to himself. He had let go of her hand, he had led her out to the middle of nowhere with a group of sociopaths, and then he'd let go of her hand. Damn it. "Juliet!" He screamed, grabbing hold of an exposed rock, clinging at the slick surface, scanning the water for any sign of her. No no no. It couldn't be. She couldn't be. A lump grew in his throat and he forced it down as he screamed for her again.

"Shawn!"

He spun rapidly towards the cry, and watched as Juliet was again swallowed by a wave.

"Juliet!" he reached out towards, her, pushing off against the rock to gain extra momentum against the current. He forced his way towards her, ignoring the pain that shot through him as the rolling waves slammed him against another rock.

Why was the water turning red?

"Juliet!" He coughed as water splashed into his mouth, his fingers just skimming the hem of her shirt before a wave forced him away.

Another wave swallowed her and Shawn grit his teeth as he forced his way towards her. As she emerged from the wave he realized in horror that her eyes were closed. Another wave pushed her under.

Unconscious people can't hold their breath. Shawn's stomach flipped.

Another wave beat Shawn into a rock. He groaned and gripped the rock tightly as he felt a current try to sweep him under.

Juliet's limp body flailed in the current. She was headed straight for a jagged rock bed. Shawn realized with sickening clarity that he wouldn't make it over to her in time. Not by fighting the current.

Not by fighting it. Without thinking he released his grip on the rock, letting the strong undercurrent grab him, pulling at him, like he'd always imagined the monster under his bed would, whipping him violently through the water. The lack of control was terrifying, but it was working. He was almost there.

He reached his hand out, and grabbed hold of Juliet's arm tightly, refusing to let her go. He pulled her tight against him, forcing their heads above the waves.

"Juliet!" he yelled her name, relieved he had her, terrified they still wouldn't make it, hoping she would respond. He felt her stir against him, her hands tensing and gripping his jacket as she slowly came to, still completely disoriented; like him, she probably had a concussion. Shawn flailed, looking around as he tried to fight the current, looking for something to grab, to stop their rapid trajectory towards the jagged rocks. A dead tree hung low above the river, a branch sticking out a few feet above the water.

He glanced at the rocks again. That branch was their only hope, the only thing between them and the rocks. He reached his right arm out high above his head as his other tightened its grip around Juliet's waist. His fingers wrapped around it tightly, and he felt the current below him pull at his legs, trying desperately to keep him. Juliet started slipping from his grip.

"Jules! Grab on!" he jostled her slightly, trying to wake her from her haze. She nodded, lids still half closed, and grabbed at the branch. Shawn put his other hand on the branch, and like Juliet pulled himself from the water and onto the fallen tree.

It was only then that he realized why the water was turning red. The outside of Juliet's hip was a bright red, the edge of her jeans ripped open.

She winced as she moved, trying not to put weight on it as they sidled along the tree and onto the bank of shore. She collapsed, exhausted as soon as her feet were on solid ground.

"Jules, we can't stay here," he whispered quietly, hearing his voice quaver fearfully, as he pulled off his sopping wet jacket and pressed it against her leg. The bullet had only skimmed her leg thankfully, but there was no chance she could walk on it.

She nodded, "I know Shawn," her knuckles were white as they gripped his shirt. She winced and shifted her weight, trying to get to her feet, biting bask a gasp as pain shot through her. Her arm trembled as the massive adrenaline rush ended and the pain started coursing through her. She turned to him slowly, her hair plastered to her face, lips blue and quivering, biting back the tears as best she could, "Help me," she whispered.

Shawn nodded quietly, doing his best to make the sleeves of his jacket into a makeshift tourniquet before he lifted her into his arms. She shivered as she buried her head against his chest, listening to his heart beat, trying to force herself to be calm. She was a cop damnit. But without her gun, miles from where the scavenger hunt was suppose to be, it would be a miracle if someone came and found them. She glanced up at Shawn's face, saw the way his lips were set in a thin determined line, his face completely pale. He was in pain too. And even if he was completely fine there was no way he could carry her all the way back to the lodge.

Shawn shifted his grip, his arm accidentally brushing against her wound and a small hiss escaped from between her lips. His eyes shot down to her instantly, so filled with concern for her that it almost made her cry. "Sorry," he said solemnly, guilt radiating from his gaze. She smiled weakly.

There was no way she was going to be able to walk on her leg, not today. Her eyes darted around the forest edge nervously. And with those sociopaths still out there that fact all but signed her death warrant. She watched Shawn's face as he carried her, his hair matted against his forehead as water ran down his face, dripping onto her. He wouldn't want to leave her and that all but signed his. Her fingers tightened their grip around his shoulders. "Shh, its gonna be ok Jules," he whispered soothingly, thinking she grabbed him harder in pain.

She felt a lump grow in her throat, hating herself and her uselessness. She was the cop. She was supposed to be protecting him.

Shawn stumbled along the shore with her clutched in his arms. Their progress was slow but he refused to stop, even as she could hear his heartbeat thumping in his chest and his breath start to become heavy from exhaustion.

Finally, he gently set her down at the base of a giant tree, cradling her head as he placed her gently against its roots. He didn't linger, instantly moving down to her injury, removing the tourniquet which seemed to have done its job of stopping the bleeding. For a gunshot wound it was relatively shallow, which was good. But that didn't mean she'd be walking on it soon. Shawn looked up at her gravely, taking in the way her face was pale, the way her eyes were half closed, and her teeth were trembling. Blood loss, exhaustion, cold. Not a good combination.

He let his eyes wander to their surroundings. He needed to get them out of sight, he knew that. If he could just keep them safe long enough for someone to realize they were missing Gus would tell Lassiter the truth about their presence and the hunters would be rounded up instantly.

Lassie would find them. He knew it. Shawn decided not to dwell on how dire the situation had to be if he was counting on Lassiter to come through for him. Damnit this was all his fault. He ran a tired hand through his hair. He'd done exactly what he'd set out not to do and now Juliet wasn't only in danger, she was shot and she was stranded in the woods with a group of sociopathic district attorneys. All because he'd snuck off, determined yet again, to beat the police to the punch, to have a 'vision' and save the day. He scoffed; all of his problems lately, seemed to come back to his fake psychicness. It was what fascinated Yin and Yang so much, it was why Jeffery Grant had died during the last case he'd worked, and it was the reason Juliet was lying in the middle of the woods completely helpless now. All his fault.

Shawn shook his head. Focusing on that wouldn't help her now. It would be hours before people realized they were gone. He needed to keep both of them safe until then. The tree above them offered some interesting options. He grinned. A few of the branches had grown out together, creating a large dip large enough to fit their bodies; he just needed to find a way to get them up there.

"Shawn, you need to go," Juliet said suddenly, her voice quiet from exhaustion but as authoritative as ever.

Shawn grinned, she was so sexy when she got bossy. But that didn't mean he planned on listening. He ignored her, instead standing slowly to circle the tree. He tested the lowest branch on the tree. It would hold his weight.

"Shawn?" Juliet frowned as she watched him.

Shawn sank back down next to her, "I'm not going anywhere Jules," he said quietly, licking his lips nervously. He glanced back at the tree. "We need to hide. The best way to do that is to be somewhere they won't be looking," Juliet followed his gaze up the tree.

"Shawn, I can't," she whispered apologetically, the burning pain hadn't gone away. Whoever had said gunshots went numb after a while had obviously never been shot.

He nodded in understanding. "Just hang on tight ok?" He picked her up suddenly, swinging her around onto his back. She gripped his chest tightly, her good leg wrapping around his middle as her injured one hung limply. She bit back a hiss of pain the position caused, knowing he'd stop instantly if he knew it hurt. The plan was absolutely insane, but it was also brilliant; it was definitely their best chance at surviving.

Shawn hoisted himself onto the first branch, then the second one, and soon they were half way up the tree. Juliet was amazed at how fast of a climber he was, though, she felt a small grin spread across her face, she wouldn't be surprised if he and Gus still climbed trees every weekend. Soon they were tucked safely away in the dip of the tree, completely out of sight. It was a tight squeeze to fit both of them; they were shoulder to shoulder, with both of her legs splayed out over his, giving him easier access to her wound, which Shawn bandaged again by tearing a chunk off the sleeves of his cotton shirt.

They shivered together in silence for a long time, before Juliet could bring herself to talk about what had happened. "What the hell is going on Shawn?" she whispered, gesturing with her head back up the river, towards where they had jumped from.

Shawn shook his head slowly, the adrenaline rush and her injury had left him unusually subdued. "Their clever Jules. Sick but clever," he felt his stomach churn again, "They 're executing criminals that got away," he said quietly. "All of them worked cases where the criminal didn't get properly punished. Wyatt sold out his bosses and escaped a large part of his sentence. Ford was constantly scamming people but he never served more than a few months in jail, Queen's hit and run charges had to be dismissed on a technicality, and all of Burton's girlfriends ended up dropping the domestic abuse charges right before they went to trial," Shawn licked his lips, "These guys took them out here and …," he didn't finish. They had both seen what the attorney's had been doing to their victims. "They were serving 'justice'," he added quietly, his tone scathing.

Juliet shook her head, "I worked the Katherine Winslow case. She didn't even have a parking ticket."

Shawn nodded, "They were smart about how they went about this for a long time. Their victims are from all over the city. Their crimes aren't connected. Nothing," he laughed, "They're lawyers so they knew what the police would be looking for when they got reported missing persons. And they keep the bodies hidden in the woods," Shawn suspected that the yellow circle on the map he'd seen designated the burial ground, "because the police mantra is 'No body, no Crime'," he sniffed, his teeth were still chattering, "But Katherine cheated on one of their own. I don't think that was a crime they could tolerate. And they'd already gotten away with so much…" he shrugged, "They got cocky."

Juliet shivered next to him disgusted. "That's just…sick," she whispered, hugging herself tighter. "What about Ricky Connell? He was Cruz's best friend…is that who Winslow had the affair with?"

Shawn shook his head slowly, "Winslow killed Ricky Jules. Ricky was with Cruz and Ivan. They took all their victims out to this secluded area. However they usually killed them, they must have messed up. She got away and Ricky must have gotten too close and she grabbed him, tore his jacket in the struggle…stabbed him," Shawn swallowed hard, feeling a large amount of admiration for the girl who had taken one of those sick bastards out.

He stayed silent for a long time, allowing the image of the map to come to him, followed briefly by the piece of camouflage fabric he'd seen right before he jumped, "I think that they brought Ricky's body to the river and dumped it in. They knew it would wash up eventually. Water washed away all the evidence, they hoped the trail would go cold but I think they wanted him to get a funeral. He wasn't one of their prey, he was one of them," Shawn's lips curled in distaste.

Juliet shuddered, and they fell into silence.

Juliet lay her head against his shoulder silently, simultaneously threading her fingers into his as the adrenaline wore off and the exhaustion hit.

Shawn stared at their entwined blood covered hands for a long time feeling his guilt hit him again like a brick wall. Quite literally, her blood on his hands.

"So you got all of that psychicly huh?" she whispered quietly, moving her head from his shoulder to look at his face.

Shawn forced a grin but kept his eyes on their in twined fingers. "Jules, we've been working together for five years now. Do you even have to ask?"

She didn't respond and he turned to look at her. Her eyes were fierce and determined. She cocked her head to the side, "Shawn, "she whispered quietly, "Tell me the truth. Are you really psychic?"

Shawn stared at her trying to make his mouth work.

'The only way they are ever going to be able to prove that I'm not psychic , is if I tell them I'm not psychic. And trust me Gus, that is never going to happen'

His words from years ago echoed hollowly in his head. He'd never wanted to tell anyone before. He'd been completely content letting Abigail think he was psyhic. And she had asked him just as frankly to be honest with her. Shawn felt his jaw swing slowly open and closed like a fish, still completely unsure of what to say. But this was Jules. He wanted to answer her. He pulled mouth closed silently.

But he couldn't do it. He couldn't give up the charade; it wasn't just his secret anymore, Gus was just as responsible if the truth came out, just as susceptible to charges. His father too. But he wouldn't lie about it to her either. Not here not now, not when his lack of psychicness had almost gotten her killed-might still get her killed. He stared at her silently, gauging her reaction as she slowly realized that his silence was his admittance.

She stared at him intently, a soft smile starting to grow across her face. She'd wanted to hear him say it out loud, she wanted him to explain to her how he did what he did, but the fact that he wasn't going to deny his status as a charlatan was a good start. "I thought so," she whispered.

He looked away from her then, feeling his face turn a bright red at being completely exposed, brow furrowed, and stared out towards the river. "You should get some rest," he said finally, his voice subdued.

"What about you?"

"…we need to keep watch. Make sure they don't find us," Shawn cast a concerned glance down at her. "Get some rest Jules," he said softly.

She was about to argue when the shouting began. "Well, they can't have gotten that far!"

It was Ivan. She felt Shawn's hand tighten around hers as they sunk lower into the bowl of the tree. They were hidden from view, assuming the hunters didn't look too closely. Juliet was surprised they couldn't hear the blood pounding in her ears though.

"With this current? They got swept up and drowned. Their bodies will wash up soon enough," Another chimed in seeming unconcerned.

"You mean just like Ricky's did," Cruz said, his voice laced with anger and fear, "That will lead them straight back here!"

Ivan ran the back of his forarm across his forhead. "We keep looking," he instructed the others, "Spencer has a reputation for getting out of harry situations. I want to be sure he's dead. We don't stop searching till there is a dead psychic laying at my feet."

The others nodded.

Ivan sighed, "We'll just have to go further down the river banks. Some sign of them will turn up," he nodded, "Nobody just disappeares."

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