This chapter...it could make or break the fic. Well, ok, not really 'make' it. But it could break it. Just try and stick with the chapter till the end?

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Geez, I hope this doens't suck.

"This is insane," Henry muttered, his arms folded over his chest angrily, no, defensively, Gus decided. As if he was trying to keep from literally exploding; and knowing Mr. Spencer that was a very real possibility. He turned jerkily to Gus, "I was there last year when we got the phone call about Detective O'Hara from Yin," he ground his teeth, "Shawn knows…Shawn knows it isn't me," in an odd moment Gus was sure would never be repeated, Henry looked at him almost pleadingly, needing reassurance.

Gus nodded, "He knows Mr. Spencer," he agreed quietly, gripping the older man's shoulder supportively as he cast a worried look down the hall. The doctor was coming. Henry lurched to his feet. Lassiter and Juliet strode over cautiously.

"Well?" Henry's voice was low, almost threatening.

The doctor nodded his head calmly, seemingly unaffected by Henry's attitude. "Given Mr. Spencer's recent history and head injuries the first thing we did was perform all potentially useful head scans. We found no sign of damage," the doctor explained.

Henry swore loudly, "Well people don't just explode like he did then start bleeding out their nose," he hissed as Carlton put a restraining hand on Henry. But Lassiter was also glaring furiously at the doctor.

"I agree Mr. Spencer," the doctor soothed, before shifting uneasily, "Based on your description of how he was acting something was most definitely…off. So, we also ran a blood test," the doctor licked his lips nervously, pausing. "Which generated some…disturbing results."

"What does that mean," Juliet bit out, clenching her arms tighter around her body to stop from trembling. She was sick of the doctor's dramatic delivery, this wasn't Grey's Anatomy.

"It means we found drugs in his system," the doctor explained calmly.

Gus gawked. No, not possible. He was with Shawn almost twenty four seven. Lassiter swore softly.

"What kind of drugs?" Carlton asked after a moment of silence. None of the others could bring themselves to ask.

"Give me that," Gus hissed suddenly, ripping the board from the doctor's hand. He surveyed the report quickly, his eyes flitting over it at the speed it took Shawn to assess a crime scene, "Oh my god," Gus whispered. "This is the same medication that Jeffery Grant was taking," he murmured.

Juliet frowned, "Jefferey Grant? The Butler with the photographic memory?"

Gus nodded again, a growing feeling of panic in his chest, "In proper doses the medicine helps people with perfect recall to stay…in the moment. The only side effect with a proper dose is a stutter. However, if a person was taking this when it wasn't needed, or in an improper dosage it can cause nosebleeds and…" Gus paused, remembering another key side effect, "And hallucinations or reoccurring night terrors," he added quietly. Which easily explained Shawn's reaction at the department.

Juliet shook her head slowly. None of this made sense. Shawn's nightmare that she had witnessed in the woods was caused by drugs? Shawn didn't do drugs. "Why would he be on that?" she shook her head slowly before pausing. She glanced at quickly at Henry, but his face gave nothing away. The night of the forest fire and Millie Jordan's rescue came back to her suddenly. Shawn had shown Millie, a child with perfect recall, how to 'focus'. And what he had shown her had worked-had ended up saving Shawn's life-and he had known how to help her because…because Shawn had perfect recall too? No, that wasn't possible, Shawn was too…flippant…and carefree to have the same ability that had debilitated Jeffery Grant ... And yet it made perfect sense, the obscure references, how he managed to fool everyone into thinking he was psychic. Did he need medication to stay in the moment, like Jeffery had? No, if he had been taking the prescribed dose he would be stuttering-something Shawn would never want or allow for himself-but he was having nightmares. She felt a knot grow in her stomach. She was starting to get a very bad feeling.

Gus shook his head, "I'm with Shawn almost all the time. He hates pills. He never takes them, and even if he had been taking them, in the dosage his chart seems to indicate I would have noticed. We all would have noticed because this says that Shawn's practically been inhaling them," he explained.

Henry remained unusually quiet as their discussion occurred. "Shawn didn't need that drug," and would never have taken it if he did anyway. "Shawn didn't put those things in his system Gus," He glanced up at Lassiter, hoping the full impact of his words wasn't lost on the man, "I think someone put them in Shawn's system for him."

Lassiter's eyes widened then narrowed into a sneer.

Juliet swallowed down the painful lump of fear that lodged in her throat. Someone was doing this to him? She felt fury swell up inside of her. Letting out a ragged breathe she turned to the doctor, trying to remain professional, "When can we see him?"

"He's asleep now; we are pumping the drugs out of his system now. He should be awake, systems clean of the drugs in…a matter of hours," the doctor explained, pointing them towards Shawn's room.

Ignoring the doctor all four of them ran to Shawn's room, slowing down only enough so that they wouldn't wake him.

Juliet hugged her arms around her chest as she watched his breathing. He was sleeping soundly, an IV dripping rapidly into his arm. His face was still cut up from their…adventure in the woods. A stab of pain went through the wound on her hip, scolding her for the light jog she had attempted on her way to his room. Shawn looked peaceful; for probably the first time in a long time.

All there was for them to do now was wait.

The Next Morning:

Groaning as light hit his eyes Shawn moved to pull his blanket up over them. A low murmuring of voices rumbled around him. His eyes shot open. People should not be in his bed room. He blinked, taking in the room. This was not his apartment. This was a hospital.

Crap. What had he done now? Crashed his bike? He groaned again, his dad would kill him, absolutely kill him.

"Shawn?" a voice asked tentatively. Was that Juliet? Geez, if she was here it probably meant he was dying. Stifling another groan he turned back over, seeing his father, Gus, and both of his favorite detectives staring down at him.

Frowning, he cast a quick glance down at his feet. Neither was in a cast. …Nothing…hurt. What was he doing here? He closed his eyes tightly, trying to remember, but everything felt fuzzy, just out of reach.

Shawn licked his lips nervously, "Dad…what happened? Why am I here?"

His father's stoic poker face cracked, "You don't remember?"

Shawn pinched the bridge of his nose, glaring at the I.V. He moved to pull it out. "Leave it in Shawn," his father ordered seriously.

Shawn pouted momentarily before nodding, leaving the cursed thing in place. His completely rational fear of pointy things vehemently protested leaving it in, but something about his dad's tone gave him pause.

"What am I suppose to remember exactly?" Shawn asked, "Yin's back," he swallowed hard, "We met the new Mary-literally-and we then we started going over files," he finished. He didn't remember anything else. Was something missing? His heartbeat started to accelerate, and he rolled his eyes as he heard the heart rate monitor accelerate too. Something's were meant to be private.

His father and Gus exchanged unreadable glances. Shawn pursed his lips. If there was one thing he hated it was being kept in the dark. Well, that and Patrick Dempsey.

"It's possible he was still asleep when he attacked…or at least not fully awake," Gus murmured quietly. But Shawn heard him.

"Wait. What? Attacked who?" Shawn glanced between the four worried-ok, three, Lassie just looked uncomfortable-faces.

"Me," his father said gravely, reaching his arms out to hold his sons shoulders, "Listen very carefully," his father paused, not sure how to say what he had to say, "Someone has been drugging you Shawn. With a drug that causes hallucinations and night terrors," his grip tightened as he saw his son's face go white, "Kid, you need to focus, and figure out who's been doing this," Henry finished, feeling the edge of irritation in his voice that was his fathers tell-he was terrified. Shawn wouldn't just miss someone drugging him; whoever it was…well they had some impressive skills.

Shawn shivered and closed his eyes. It wasn't possible. No one would drug him, no one could drug him. He started replaying the day in his head. Everything was fuzzy, out of focus. He shook his head slightly trying to clear it and brought his hand to the side of his head. Slowly the pieces started to comeback together for him, as if a fog was lifting in his head he hadn't even realized was there. Someone was drugging him; that meant consistent access to what he put into his system. Ruling out Gus and his father, no one ate with him consistently or …he froze.

The smoothies.

He swallowed hard. The stand near the Psych office that sold the best pineapple smoothies in the city had opened a little over a month ago-right around the time Juliet had planned to her trip with Declan. And right around the time his nightmares had started.

And he'd been inhaling the smoothies, usually more than once a day. The stand owner's face flashed briefly through his head; Rodger, a Vietnam vet with some nasty burns on the side of his face. The smoothie stands name flashed in front of him. Ernie's. Who the hell named a smoothie stand that?

Vaguely, in the background, he could hear his heart rate monitor beeping rapidly.

Ernie's Smoothies.

The night from a year ago came to him suddenly. Ernie's Bar. That was where Juliet had been abducted from.

He resisted the urge to wretch. It made sense; Yin had given him a gimmie clue-two actually. And he had missed both of them until it was probably too late.

His eyes snapped open and he ripped out the I.V, springing for the door before anyone could stop him. They couldn't waste anymore time.

"Shawn!"

He was sprinting down the hall, down the stairs, hearing everyone he cared about screaming for him to stop. But he couldn't, he'd wasted more than enough time being an idiot.

The Psych office, and the pier where Ernie's was located was only a few blocks away.

Ernie's. The name had been staring him in the face for a month, and he hadn't even…what the hell was wrong with him.

As if the name hadn't been enough of a giveaway. The third part of their 'Trilogy' as Yin was calling it, had begun with Yang's death. But the first two times they'd played their game it had started the same way. Yin and Yang had both first gone after the last person to serve him food. Yang hadn't served them anything, Rodger or Yin or whatever the hell his name was, had given him smoothies the day of Yang's murder, right before he'd gone back to the hospital to talk with Jules. He shivered.

The pier was within sight. Ignoring the burning of his bare feet, he ran until he was at the stand.

It was closed. He let out an angry scream, slamming his fist into the closed sign, feeling blood trickle down his fingers, before putting his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

Of course Yin wasn't there. Why would he be? The message Yin had been sending was finally clear. 'I can get you anywhere Shawn. And you wouldn't even know.' Hell, he should be dead right now. Yin could have slipped anything into his drink and he wouldn't have noticed.

"Shawn what's going on?" Juliet was the first one able to catch her breath.

Shawn struggled to find his voice, fear and rage were rippling through him, making it nearly impossible to talk, "It's Yin," he gasped finally, pointing to the stand, "Ernie's. It's Yin," he nodded again, falling to his knees.

Juliet stared at the stand in horror as if seeing a ghost.

"You sure about that Spencer?"

"Yes, Lassiter," Shawn bit out, not using his usual term of affection for the head detective, "I'm sure."

Yeah...so...yeah.

In my defense...If you go back to chapter 1, Shawn starts raving about the smoothie stand named Ernie's near the Psych office and the Vietnam Vet named Rodger who serves them.

This chapter IS completey crazy. Just not completely out of the blue.

Enjoy and Please review, cause if people don't I'm going to assume its because you're sittign at your computer laughing(or, maybe, crying) at the ridiculous turn this has taken.

But if you review there is Shules next chapter.