Yay! Act 2 concludes HERE! Exciting! OR maybe I lied about there being a part 3 and everyone dies in this chapter.

Just something for you to think about as you read. ;)

Shawn tore through the forest as quickly as he dared, while taking an abnormal amount of care tp remain in stealth mode. He had someone counting on him. If there was ever a time in his life for him not to mess up this was it.

Shawn paused when he passed a familiar landmark. He was near the edge of the green circle from Ivan's map. He was almost there. Beyond the point of exhaustion Shawn focused on putting one foot in front of the other as he forced himself to piece the puzzle together again. Some pieces still seemed to be missing. Cruz and the other D.A's had been going after people who had escaped the full brunt of the justice system, playing executioner out in the woods. But how had Ricky Connell gotten involved in all of this? And…Shawn groaned as he stumbled over a dead tree branch…and how had they gotten the victims up to the camp? Burton had been missing for weeks, but they had just killed him. Where had he been?

Something still didn't sit right with him, this missing piece was right in front of him and he couldn't quite reach out far enough to grab it.

The click of a gun barrel made him stop dead, "Freeze Shawn," a trembling but familiar voice warned. He'd been wrong, the missing puzzle piece wasn't in front, but behind him. He sighed, feeling a pang in his chest; this case really sucked.

And everything fell into place.

Shawn turned around slowly, raising his hands above his head, feeling a lump grow in his throat, "Edwin," he licked his lips, for once at a complete loss for words.

The gun trembled in his friends hands, "I can't let you walk out of this forest Shawn. I'm sorry," Edwin tried to right the shaking pistol.

Shawn shook his head furiously, "No, Edwin, you don't have to do this," he felt fury build in his gut. Edwin should never have been this desperate; the Edwin he knew would never have done something like this. Shawn licked his lips, grasping at straws, "I understand Edwin. I do…I cared about Izzie too."

Edwin took an aggressive step forwards and Shawn knew he'd hit the nail on the head.

Edwin's voice trembled, "She was just crossing the street to meet me at Starbucks. It happened right in front of me. That…that bitch," he hissed, "Queen. She just hit Izzie and kept right on driving," Edwin's eyes glassed over as he became lost in the memory.

His eyes snapped up suddenly as his gun stopped shaking, eyes brimming with tears, but underneath the fury of his gaze was an underlying sanity, a comprehension of what he was willing to do to avenge his sister that made Shawn shudder, "And they had to throw out the case on a technicality," he paused to keep his voice under control, "A damn technicality," he hissed. He laughed then. "Then I met this guy Ricky. He was the bar tender at a place I frequented. He'd met Izzie before, knew about the trial. Knew when the case got thrown out. He told me he was sick of hearing about the guilty cheating the system. That his attorney hunting buddies were sick of it too. And that he had an idea of how to change all that."

Shawn struggled to find his voice, "Ricky came up with the whole thing?"

Edwin nodded. "He was a hunter and he was bored of everything there was to hunt. And there were bad people out there who needed to pay. So they became the hunted," he shrugged, "As Ricky said, two birds, one stone."

Shawn grimaced. "What a poet," Shawn muttered, the words slipping from his lips before he could stop them. Acid Retort Reflux disease-he really needed to see a doctor about that.

Edwin chuckled, "Same old Shawn," he muttered, lowering the rifle slightly.

Shawn took a small step away from Edwin. Debating saying the words that were on the tip of his tongue, "But you should know something Edwin," Edwin looked back to him, "As determined as you are to keep me from getting out of the woods, I'm way more determined to get out," Shawn licked his lips, "Because it's not just me out here. Someone I care about very much is depending on me," he said slowly, reaching for a downed tree branch behind him. Edwin had always had a slow reaction time, he grimaced, and now he was staking his life on it-and Jules's.

Grabbing the branch he threw it at Edwin, who fell to his knees to avoid it. Edwin's grip on the gun slipped and as he fumbled for it, Shawn sprinted back towards the lodge.

"Shawn!" Edwin roared. And soon, gunfire was riddling the air around Shawn's head once again.

Elsewhere:

"What was that?" Henry barked, freezing. Lassiter swung his head around and grimaced.

"That's coming from the North," Lassiter muttered. Nobody was supposed to be to the North of the cabin, let alone firing weapons up there. He groaned, "Spencer," it was of course the only explanation. Henry bolted off , straight towards the sound of the gunfire as Lassiter hobbled feebly after him. Lassiter glared as he followed after the elder Spencer, nowadays, he wasn't sure which Spencer was going to be the death of him.

To the North:

Shawn ducked as another bullet flew by his head, hitting a tree which exploded like a grenade next to him, sending him to the ground, bark and wood chips scratching up his face. He groaned, but feeling the adrenaline pump through him and Juliet's face flash through his mind, he pulled himself quickly to his feet and resumed sprinting and zigzagging his way through the underbrush.

Shawn ignored the way his body, sore from being tossed around in the rapids, sleeping in a tree, and running for his life yet again, protested as he pushed himself further towards the lodge; it couldn't be more than a mile away by now, maybe two?

His limbs and lungs burned as he ran, able to hear Edwin screaming behind him-were some of the other hunters nearby? Crap. He glanced over his shoulder; Edwin was the only one there. As he turned back around he ran straight into Ivan's waiting fist.

His nose made a loud crunching sound as Ivan's fist met it and Shawn flew backwards landing on his back gasping.

Shawn panted as he lay on the ground staring up at the blue sky above him, waiting for the double vision to stop…or was that cloud just that symmetrical?

This was it. This was really it. He was going to be gunned down by a group of vigilante district attorneys and buried in a shallow grave. He grinned and made a mental note to include that story idea in his annual letter to Wes Craven, on the off chance he actually managed to survive the next five minutes.

Suddenly Cruz was standing behind him. Cruz grabbed a fistful of Shawn's collar and pulled him into sitting position. Shawn spluttered, coughing blood as it trickled from his nose to his mouth.

"Where's the other one?" Ivan barked as Edwin jogged up. Edwin shrugged, panting, and put his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. He turned to Shawn, "Where is she?"

Shawn grinned as he wiped blood from his nose. If he was going to die a murder victim it was going to be as the most annoying pain in the ass murder victim ever. "Not telling," he huffed as he coughed on some of his blood.

Ivan growled and slapped him hard across the face. Shawn winced, "It's in your best interest to tell us Mr. Spencer."

"Mr. Spencer's my dad's name," Shawn slurred, feeling the world begin to spin.

"You got that right," his father's voice chimed in suddenly, accompanied by a cacophony of gun safeties clicking off.

"Drop it," Lassiter screamed at the perps, who slowly lowered their guns to the ground. Lassiter collected them quickly.

"Now drop my son," Henry added, his gun still leveled on Marcus. Marcus instantly let go of the clump of Shawn's shirt he was holding and Shawn fell backwards into the leaves too drained to hold himself up.

Lassiter pulled his handcuffs off his belt-O'Hara and Vick hadn't found those during their search, he chuckled- and he roughly slammed them onto Ivan Banks and Marcus Cruz. "You two are coming with me," Lassiter hissed, "Henry, can you handle the scrawny one?" he challenged, jerking his head towards Edwin, who was sitting on the ground, his head in his hands.

Henry grinned, "I got him Lassiter," he reassured the detective.

Lassiter grunted. "I'll be back to get him soon. And I'll bring more detectives," He glanced at Edwin disdainfully, "And more cuffs," he added angrily.

"Dad," Shawn slurred, struggling to pull himself into sitting position, "Jules is still out there."

"I know kid," his father soothed, keeping his gun trained on Edwin was he moved to kneel next to his son.

"She was shot dad," he whispered. Henry looked down at Shawn in alarm. Shawn shook his head to ease some of her fears, "Jus' a graze," he mumbled, "But I think the wound got 'fected." Shawn groaned, "And I think I have another 'cussion," he grumbled.

Henry's lips formed a thin grim line as he stared down at his son, biting back a lot of scolding that he knew wasn't about to help the situation. Shawn could have prevented all of this, if he'd been more prepared, if he'd just obeyed protocol, if he was just a real police officer…his son wouldn't be lying in the middle of the forest covered in cuts with what might be his second concussion within a week.

"Spencer," Lassiter barked, remerging from the woods with a pair of detectives and a paramedic, "Where the hell's O'Hara?"

"She was shot," Henry stated grimly.

Lassiter swore under his breath before turning to the paramedic, "Go and get one of those off road jeeps," he ordered. The medic nodded and retreated back towards camp.

The two detectives accompanying Lassiter had walkies and just then a burst of static crossed the radio followed by the voice of another cop, "Just found two more of your wanted hunterzz. Over," the voice crackled. Shawn grinned. Lassiter grabbed a walkie from one of them; they could use it to relay their coordinates to the medic once he got back into the field.

"Spencer, can you lead us back to O'Hara or not?" he growled at the younger, almost deliriously exhausted man in front of him. The other detectives cuffed Edwin and began reading him his rights.

Shawn nodded, struggling to pull himself up, only succeeding when his father hoisted him by his collar as Marcus had done earlier.

"O' cours' I can Lassie Face," his glassy eyes glanced up at Lassiter's glaring face, "You shouldn't frown so much Lassie. You have enough wrinkles," he muttered, swaying slightly as Henry helped lift the psychic the rest of the way to his feet.

Lassiter's nostrils flared, but he bit back a retort as Shawn took off with surprising speed back into the woods to get Juliet.

Later:

The beeping slowly drew Juliet out of the dream world. She was in a white sterile room, surrounded by machines. An I.V. was in her arm. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. A hospital. She was in a hospital. So she was safe. And Shawn- She froze. She didn't know where Shawn was. She shot up in the bed, ignoring the flash of pain the movement sent coursing down her hip.

"Woah, Jules, Jules," Shawn burst through the door, smoothies in both hands, "What're you doing?" He set the smoothies down on her bedside table and moved to gently push her back against the bed. She drew him into a fierce hug instead.

Feeling her throat close up and tears well in relief, Juliet decided to stay buried there against him until she trusted her voice again. Shawn chose not to question it, silently holding her, running his hand gently through her hair. "It's ok," he whispered when he felt her tremble, "We got the bad guys," he promised.

She grinned and pulled back slightly, taking in his appearance. His face was cut up worse than when she'd last seen him, and his nose had a small bandage on the bridge, his hair was slightly more disheveled then usual, but despite that his lopsided grin was as large as ever.

"Smoothie? " he asked, offering her one of the ones on the side table, "It's pineapple, from this amazing stand near the Psych Office. We don't go anywhere else for our smoothies now," Juliet grinned gratefully, suddenly aware of how hungry she was.

"I'll have to go with you sometime," she agreed, gratefully accepting the smoothie.

"Technically the doctors said you are on a strict no solids diet for the next 24 hours. So this should be ok," he grinned, "I'll have to get you a real pineapple tomorrow," he added as an afterthought.

"Thank you Shawn," she said quietly as she took the offered smoothie.

"It wasn't really a big deal Jules," he shrugged flippantly, obviously ignoring the deeper meaning to her words, "It had been over 12 hours since I'd had one and Gus needs to be regularly fed-which you know."

"Shawn," she scolded, giving him a small glare. He deflated slightly.

"Don't thank me Jules," his tongue darted out across his lips anxiously, "I'm the reason you were out there to begin with."

"You're the one who convinced the Mayor to send us on a detectives retreat?" she retorted playfully, cocking an eyebrow at him. It wasn't his fault she'd been shot, and after he had saved her life she definitely wasn't going to let him blame himself for it. He stayed silent, staring at her for a long moment before he nodded, dropping his gaze to the floor, relived that she didn't blame him, even if she had every right to hate him for what he'd inadvertently put her through.

They sipped their smoothies in silence for a long time. Shawn settled into the chair next to her bed and they turned on the nearly muted TV for background.

Finally Shawn broke the relative silence, "Jules," his voice waivered uncertainly. "About what we…discussed when we were in that tree," he licked his lips. He didn't regret telling her the truth about his 'gift', even if he had only done so indirectly. But he needed to know if he still had a job to return to. Legally, even if he had never verbally confessed his guilt, she had an obligation to turn him in.

Gus was also harassing him about how much it would cost to find a good lawyer. Shawn's suggestion to have Hornstock defend them pro bono had not been well received.

She pulled the pineapple smoothie from her lips slowly. Did he really think she'd turn him in? "Shawn…whatever…methods…you use to get your 'visions' are your own," she took another sip of her smoothie-it was definitely one of the best things she had ever tasted, "Just…be careful," she warned him quietly. Shawn's job existed in what was, at best, a gray area. As long as it stayed that way-to the best of her knowledge anyways- there wasn't even anything to report.

Shawn smiled softly, "Thank you Jules," he whispered. He stood slowly, "I need to go tell Gus that he can stop searching the internet for a good lawyer," he explained moving towards the door.

"But Shawn," she added suddenly, calling to him. Shawn wheeled around in the doorway, eyebrows raised, "If you're holding onto any other major secrets, now would be a good time to tell me," she cocked an eyebrow at him.

Shawn stayed silent a long moment, biting back a grin. She'd said the same thing to Declan when he'd confessed to her at the police station. It didn't matter who was delivering life changing news, Jules was going to take what came at her in stride. She was definitely one of a kind.

Shawn felt his lips run dry. He had a million secrets he could confess. The one that jumped to mind instantly was the lie he had told her just last week though, when he had said he still cared for Abigail, all to keep her safe. He scoffed quietly, as he stared at her lying in a hospital bed, yeah because that had worked out so well.

"I," he froze and Juliet cocked her head, encouraging him to force the words out, "I lied to you when I said Lego wanted to sponsor me as a pro-bowler. Most games, I can't even break 100. And I know that really matters to you-it's a 'deal breaker'-," He quoted, rambling as if floodgates had been lifted, "And until I met you that was completely fine. I never wanted to bowl before. But, " he paused to take a breath, finally raising his eyes to meet hers, his eyes oddly serious, "but ever since you said that it was a deal breaker, I've really really wanted to learn to bowl," his eyebrows pulled together tightly, hoping what he was saying made sense, that it would get through to her-hell, he hoped she even remembered what he was rambling about.

Her face broke into a large happy grin. She definitely understood what he was saying. He grinned back.

And then she laughed.

A lot.

Shawn frowned; it was this type of response to his attempts at being open with people that were the reason he was in for years of therapy one day. Luckily, since he could jus t go to his mom for most of it, it would be free. But still.

"Shawn," she gasped, and winced as the laughter shaking through her body irritated her wound, "I was joking about the bowling being a deal breaker. I saw you bowl that gutter ball and I," she wiped a tear from her eyes. "You had been flirting so much, and at the time, we really needed-I really needed to be professional, I was just. I was messing with you." She shrugged apologetically, before giving him a huge radiant smile.

He smiled back, feeling his face turn red. "Oh," he nodded, pursing his lips.

She was about to say something else when his phone rang. He reached into his pocket to get it, about to put it on silent when he saw who was calling. Shooting her an apologetic look he hit talk, "It's the Chief," he explained, just as her phone went off too.

"Mr. Spencer. Where are you?" Vick's voice was high pitched, alarmed; panicked even.

Shawn frowned, feeling his whole body stiffen, knowing instantly that he wasn't going to like whatever it was she had to say. He glanced at Juliet whose face had gone completely pale. "I'm at the hospital with Juliet. Chief…what's going on?" he said slowly, feeling his heart rate accelerate and blood pound in his ears.

Juliet took the phone from her ear; her hand was trembling, almost uncontrollably, as she moved to put her phone back on the night stand.

"Mr. Spen-Shawn," the Chief corrected, sighing, "There's no easy way to say this…Mr. Yang was just murdered."

Hmm. Somehow, I doubt I fooled anyone with my little...suggestion...before the chapter lol.

A couple things.

1) I totally had Shawn's lines about the Pro-bowling/indirect confession thing planned before Extradition II came along! Promise. Originally it happened when they were still in the tree, but I just loved how Shawn almost confessed indirectly in Death is in the Air and wanted to write him doing something similar.

2) I am still writing the third Act, finals put a large damper on my insane chapter writing. So, I'm going to power throught the chapters as quickly as I can. And until I finish writing them, I am not going to watch the actual season finale (as much as the thought kills me) because I don't want the actual episode to influence how my fic turns out and also because I know as soon as I see it I am going to be very unsatisfied with my idea. So. No new psych for me till I finish.

Geez, I hope I can write fast lol.

But you haveta admit its off to a very different start then the actual episode will be!

Next up: Yin 3 with 3D's: Danger, Death, and Destruction!

Enjoy and Review!