I made it through Chapter 26...then I caved and watched the episode lol. It was pretty darn good. The stuff with Yin and Yang at the end was awesome and hilarious and I didn't see it coming. I think Sheedy should get a guest star Emmy nod personally. (she'd probably lose to Paltrow's guest appearence on Glee, but still, Sheedy was awesome)

So no need to worry about spoilers in the reviews.

I now present: Yang 3 with 3D's: Danger, Death, and Destruction

1987:

Shawn sighed and attempted to balance the pencil on the tip of his nose for the 15th time. Being at the station had become so boring ever since his dad had made him stop playing cards with the other officers. Now he just sat around waiting for his dad's shift to end.

"What the hell happened to it!" An angry voice suddenly boomed through the hall.

A young blonde detective was being stared down by the normally calm Captain Conners. "Those pills were the smoking gun to keeping Shepard behind bars for good!"

"I-I don't know what happened," the young officer stuttered. "They were on my desk and I turned away for two seconds and-"

"Damnit Vick," Conner's froze. "They just brought Shepard through here for processing didn't they?"

Their perp could have gotten a hold of the evidence. The realization dawned on them, their faces paling as they darted off towards processing.

Shawn frowned. He'd seen Shepard get marched through-he was hard to forget with his long beard and plethora of tattoos. But Shepard hadn't gone anywhere near the young detectives desk. He closed his eyes tightly, rewinding the events in his head.

Vick and her partner had come in, carrying the smoking gun evidence to lock Shepard up for murder-a pair of black and whites were bringing him in-and they'd been congratulated, pulled away by another detective to get an opinion on a case. That's when the officer had set down the evidence bag.

On the other side of the room Officer Evens was being swarmed by the receptionist and almost every available officer; she was stopping by the office to show off her new baby girl. Her other daughter was with her too, but had seemed less then pleased by the amount of attention her new baby sister was getting. In fact, the 4 year old had gone over to the young officer's desk. Shawn frowned as he focused hard, zoning in on that girl throughout the chaos. Bingo! Yes, the girl, not Shepard had grabbed the evidence bag.

Thinking it a toy, she had shaken it like a rattle and had walked off towards… Shawn turned his head and sure enough, he saw the abandoned evidence baggie sticking out from under a desk chair. He walked towards it slowly.

"Well, that's perfect Vick! It's gone and Shepard will go right back out onto the streets," Conner's voice was getting louder as the pair approached, obviously unsuccessful in their attempt at reclaiming the evidence.

Shawn bent down on all fours, pulling the baggie out from under the table. "It's over here," he offered, hoping his voice sounded more authoritative then he felt. These were his father's colleagues-heck, his future colleagues. He wanted to make a good impression. "Officer Even's daughter thought it was a toy," he offered in explanation.

Conner's walked over to him slowly, his face splitting into a grin as he inspected the evidence bag, "Well I'll be. Thank you Shawn," he beamed down at the boy, "That was some good detective work son," Conner's praised.

Shawn grinned. He really hadn't done anything extraordinary. His dad certainly wouldn't have praised him for finding it.

The young blonde detective's shoulder sagged in relief, "Thank you Sh-Mr. Spencer," she smiled at the boy. She'd seen him around before, knew who his father was. The seemed just like his dad-with maybe a slightly more mischievous glint to his eyes.

Conner's glanced around the office with a frown. Where was Henry? Conner's shook his head, Shawn really shouldn't be left alone here so much, "Shawn, why don't you go down to the evidence room with Karen here, and see how we process this kinda stufff?"

Shawn grinned,it was hardly an exciting offer but at least it was something to do, "Ok sir," he agreed, following after the young blonde.

Vick handed the evidence over to the woman behind the desk. "I'm glad you found this Karen," the woman gave a nervous giggle, brushing a strand of her shoulder length jet black hair out of her face.

"I didn't find it," she gestured to the small boy behind her.

The woman's face lit up in surprise and delight. "Oh, we have quite the young detective on our hands," she gave another shrill giggle, "What's your name?"

"Shawn Spencer mam," he answered respectfully, shifting uncomfortably.

She grinned, "Well Shawny, you just helped put a dangerous criminal behind bars! I want my picture with such a hero!" she turned to Vick, "Is that creepy? I hope that's not creepy," she laughed again, fishing for, then pulling a camera from a drawer behind the counter. "Would you?" she offered the camera to the confused detective, who snapped the picture quickly. "Alright Shawny, see you soon!" the woman waved after them as they left.

It was another hour before his dad returned. "Captain Conner's tells me you helped them with an investigation," he greeted Shawn, hat in hand as he led Shawn out to busy parking lot.

Shawn shrugged. "Some evidence went missing," he explained. Henry tried to keep his face impassive-Shawn had helped a lot more than he knew; but there was no reason to tell him that. There was no reason to give the kid an ego.

"That's some adequate work kid," he said, patting his son on the arm. "And, from what I hear, it just goes to show you that the bad guy is usually never the obvious suspect," the elder Spencer added, feeling the need to use this as a learning experience to reinforce one of many important police mantra's he had.

Shawn rolled his eyes, "It wasn't a bad guy dad. It was a four year old girl."

Henry shrugged, "Watch, that little brat will be back in here before she's eighteen," he muttered.

Shawn shook his head, "She did scream really loud at the Christmas party last year," he agreed. Henry nodded-just thinking about it still gave him a headache.

Present Day: Crime Scene:

Shawn stared grimly at the crime scene in front of him. Yang had been on her way to an appeals court hearing. How she had gotten an appeals court to listen to her Shawn wasn't quite sure. But since she was dead it probably didn't matter too much.

The armored truck carrying her had been slammed into from the side, knocking the truck over. The lock on the back had been broken and someone had put a bullet between Yang's eyes.

Shawn shivered as he stared down at the dead woman; she'd still managed to die with a sick smile plastered on her face.

"This is messed up Shawn," Gus muttered, shifting uncomfortably as he stared down at the body.

Shawn nodded gravely, not trusting his voice. This couldn't be Yin. Yin had no reason to kill Yang. It threw off the balance.

It wasn't him.

"Don't worry Gus, Yang killed eight people before we put her away. One of them probably had a family member who wanted justice and…" Shawn offered cavalierly, trying to put his own fears to rest. Was it too much to hope that one of their recently arrested psycho district attorney's was responsible for this?

Gus stared at him silently for a long moment, "I know you don't believe that," he said quietly.

Shawn shrugged. He preferred to let the evidence confirm his worst fears; he didn't feel the need to jump to the conclusion prematurely. Shawn Spencer was a big believer in delaying the inevitable.

"Spencer," Lassiter's gruff voice barked, waving him around the truck to see its underside and whatever it was that had both detectives so engrossed. Juliet's face was ghost white. Shawn frowned, he still wasn't happy that the Chief had let her come to the crime scene, she'd been shot-grant it, it had only been a graze, and she wasn't even limping but still-only two days ago. But he couldn't blame her for coming. If roles were reversed he didn't think they'd be able to pull him away from the crime scene.

Shawn's face paled. Scrawled across the bottom of the truck in blood was a long message and a Yin/Yang symbol.

Crap.

It was him.

Hiding a grimace with a smile Shawn turned to Gus, "See, now we know its Yin," he affirmed, bouncing on his heels as he turned back to the message.

-Shawn,

Time for our trilogy to come to an end. Your new casting call features a more futuristic look. In 48 hours you will have another choice to make. But there won't be anybody to help you cheat this time.

-Yin

P.S. I'm definitely not your usual suspect.

Shawn's lips pressed into a thin line.

"Well, we have our motive," Shawn declared, trying to sound enthusiastic. The others looked confused, "In round two Yang told us where Abigail was going to be. I didn't have to choose. Both of you lived," He glanced at Juliet, seeing the fear she was trying to mask with professionalism. Shawn ran his hand over his hair, hearing the words echo in his mind. 'There's nobody to help you cheat this time.' He glanced anxiously at the people around him. Who would he have to choose between this time? Who would he have to lose? Feeling his stomach churn at the thought Shawn shook his head. No, he'd beat that fedora wearing bastard this time.

Shawn watched as Jules excused herself from Lassiter and walked back to the squad car, her breathing heavy. She looked so pained. So terrified. Shawn felt his throat tighten; he couldn't leave her like that.

He followed her, reaching out he put his hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump and spin around to him fearfully. "Hey," he took his hand off her shoulder, "Sorry," he muttered, averting his eyes. He couldn't stand the pain in her eyes, or the slight welling of tears he saw there.

"No," Juliet shook her head slowly, wiping a hand hastily across her face, "It's fine. You're fine, I just, you startled me," she finished lamely.

Shawn nodded slowly. "He won't get away this time Jules," Shawn promised quietly, hoping his voice sounded as positive as he wanted it too-needed it to for her sake. He couldn't lose her. He couldn't lose any of them. Slowly Shawn wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight to him, feeling her tremble slightly. As his throat tightened further, he tightened his grip around her waist.

She pulled back suddenly, cocking her head to one side in confusion, as if a thought had just occurred to her, "If you aren't psychic, how have you managed to beat these two when the best detectives we had couldn't?"

Shawn scoffed, "I would hardly say I beat Yin before, and if I was psychic I would have been able to stop what happened to y-" he paused, swallowing hard, wishing he hadn't brought it up.

Juliet cocked an eyebrow at him, frowning. Shawn felt the knot in his chest tighten under her gaze; there was a part of him that had never forgiven himself for letting her get taken, for involving her in something that had taken away some innocence she had had before. They'd never talked about it, never spoke of that night in any serious sense beyond what he had told her to pull her out of her self- imposed exile at City Hall.

"Shawn, it's your fault that the department is still paying off the Segway you ordered, and it is your fault that at Christmas everyone in the department traumatizes my partner by getting him snow globes, and it was your fault when Luntz had to cancel his date with me because he smelled like sewer," Shawn's eyebrows shot up, he didn't know she'd known about that last one, "Oh yeah, I found that one out," she smirked, then sighed, shaking her head definitively, "But what happened to me last year with Yin? That wasn't your fault," he nodded his head, looking to the ground, still unable to meet her eyes, the guilt literally felt like it was crushing him. Juliet tentatively reached her hand out, cupping his chin in her hand, "It wasn't your fault," she repeated, making sure he could see the sincerity in her eyes.

Shawn blinked and swallowed hard, "Jules, if we're going to recreate scenes from Good Will Hunting I have you cast as Minnie Driver, not Robin WIlliams," he offered ,his voice thick, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

She beamed at that, her usual radiant smile; if he was able to make his usual flippant pop culture references then he was fine-as fine as anyone could be given the circumstances. His head was in the game, and they needed that. Her hand stayed on his cheek and she watched as his eyes fluttered shut, enjoying their moment of peace amongst the chaos of the crime scene.

"Hey!" An indignant and horrified voice called from across the crime scene, "What the hell are you two doing?" Lassiter stared at them, his lips curled in disgust.

They pulled apart quickly, Jules tugging nervously at her jacket while Shawn grinned at her partner. She rolled her eyes, blocking out whatever inflammatory retort Shawn lambasted her partner with.

Later:

Shawn sipped his smoothie aggressively, making a loud sucking noise as he stared at the note in front of him. For Gus, he'd copied Yin's letter down before they'd left. He and Gus were going to regroup at the station with the detectives in an hour. They'd needed a smoothie break first.

Shawn slammed his head back against the headrest in frustration. "Some of this makes perfect sense. I've got a choice coming up, nobody will be able to help me choose…but this 'Time for our trilogy to come to an end. Your new casting call features a more futuristic look," Shawn shook his head. "It's the clue it's just…"

Gus glanced at his friend in surprise. "Shawn, if anyone alive knows movies it's you. He's just changing the theme. Instead of Hitchcock it's…something sci-fi?" Gus offered, casting a glance at his best friend as he weaved in between traffic.

Shawn nodded, "Yeah that part I got Gus. But, what science fiction movie trilogy are we talking here? Back to the Future? The Matrix…assuming you don't count that little animated thing they did…James Cameron's Avatar…"

Gus frowned, "Avatar was just one movie Shawn."

Shawn blinked in surprise, "Really? That thing was so long!"

Gus glared at his best friend, "Sometimes I really do worry about you," he muttered. Suddenly his eyes lit up. "Shawn, its Star Wars. I can't believe I didn't realize it before. The Yin/Yang symbol, it's the light and dark side of the force. He's casting us in Star Wars."

Shawn frowned. That made a disturbing amount of sense. "Yeah but which trilogy Gus? The original one, where the good guys win and celebrate with those fuzzy little Ewoks? Or the one where Padme dies, Anakin loses all his limbs and then does that wussy scream at the end as Vadar?"

The one where the good guys got their happy ending? Or the one where everything plunged into darkness.

Both of them were quiet as the weight of this case hit them. This was it. The beginning of the end of the nightmare, one way or another, it would all be over soon.

"Shawn," Gus said suddenly, his voice very low, scared, "Remember what Yoda says about the Sith?"

Shawn felt his face pale, "Always two there are. Always two," he swallowed hard. A Yin and a Yang. "Well it looks like a position on the dark side just opened up," he muttered, taking another angry sip from the smoothie.

I have through chapter 26 written (chapter 30 will be the finale) so updates will pretty much come as quickly as reviews do. I hope you all enjoy my version of the Yin/Yang case. ...having written chapters 23-25 I can say it definitely gets a little crazy lol. And angsty.

Also, just to quell some discussion about my still untitled new fic that is still in development. Juliet may not have been mentioned in the drafted version of the summary I posted but I can promise you that Juliet is in the fic in a big big way. I wouldn't write it if she wasn't going to be heavily featured. (If I write it it is going to have Shules. Fact of life-although it will be angsty Shules)

Anyways, I hope everyone has had a good Holiday season!

Enjoy and Review!