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Shawn flexed his good wrist again, feeling the tension in the knot starting to lesson slightly. Very slightly. He'd been flexing it for hours and still, it would take more hours, maybe days, before he had any real wiggle room to just slip his wrist out effortlessly. But he didn't have days-or even hours to spare. Mary was out there, preparing to kill someone or maybe she'd already done it. He didn't know.

Shawn shivered as he thought of the latest sociopath to come into his life. He believed her when she said that she would kill someone because he'd refused to join her. And it could be anyone. The more obscure the better probably. He swallowed hard. She was sick. No-the old Yang had been sick. Yin had been sick. Mary…was beyond that somehow.

He flexed his wrist again and wiggled it, seeing how much give he had created in the rope. Not much. He grit his teeth. It would haveta be enough. He pulled hard against the rope, wedging his wrist out from under it inch by inch, feeling the skin scrape off his hand as he got the most intense case of rope burn ever. He winced when his wrist was finally free, bleeding and burning.

Moaning quietly he blew on it to soothe the pain before reaching into his pocket for his Swiss. Quickly he freed his broken wrist before moving to his feet. Cutting through the rope there took longer. But still, he was out of his shackles in less than twenty minutes.

Standing proved much more difficult. His right leg refused to support even an ounce of his weight and he hissed when the slightest pressure was put on it. The twenty steps it would take to get to the door of the room were going to be agonizing. Shawn stumbled the two steps to his left it took to reach the wall, and used it to shimmy himself towards the door, letting out a hiss every time his right foot connected with the floor.

Sweat was pouring into his eyes from the exertion. Finally he fell against the door to his prison. He worked the edge of his knife into the doors lock and closed his eyes. He'd seen Gus do the safecracker routine more than once. The lock didn't look complicated-or at least it didn't look like anything extravagant.

He pursed his lips as he wiggled the edge of the knife around. Why did breaking and entering have to be the one skill his dad didn't teach him? He hissed as his right leg gave out from under him and he fell backwards to the floor. Pulling himself back up with one wrist and one leg proved another challenge. Shawn's breathing was labored by the time he got back up, his throat burning. The effort it was taking to stay standing was making his head spin.

The lock clicked. Shawn grinned. Putting his weight on the doorframe he opened it slowly. It creaked loudly and he winced. If Mary was still here-or God forbid back- then she would definitely have heard. He stayed absolutely still, not breathing, listening for the sound of footsteps. None came. Breathing a sigh of relief Shawn started down the short L shaped hallway. Turning the bend he swore softly to himself.

Stairs. Shawn glanced down at his leg. No way he was climbing out. He turned around and sat on the bottom stair. Using his good leg and his elbows he hoisted himself up stair by stair. His chest was heaving by the time he reached the door at the top. Pushing his weight against it Shawn was relieved to find that it wasn't locked.

Struggling back to his feet Shawn emerged into the kitchen/living area of the house. He frowned as he took everything in. It looked so…normal. Except, he noticed instantly, for the lack of phones. He hobbled along the wall, grabbing hold of the kitchen island to make his way further into the house. He didn't know where he was, and he needed to call Juliet. He still hadn't called her after his bike trip; she was probably worried. Maybe even looking for him. He pushed open a door behind the kitchen and froze.

He'd found the crazy room. Literally. Four walls, no windows. Just pictures. All of him. Newspaper clippings from Psych cases, his high school graduation ceremony-the photos were taken from within the crowd, he could make out his father's head not five rows down. There were also the usual stalker-taken-from-a-distance-with-a –high-grade-camera shots; all of which were, of course, pinned to the walls.

Shawn frowned. This room was disturbingly clichéd.

There was a desk in the middle of the room. Shawn stumbled to it, resting his weight on the table. He frowned as he looked through the documents there. His medical records, copies of his e-mails, financial history. He felt his chest tighten painfully. They knew everything about him. His eye caught on a large manila folder in the left-hand corner of the desk.

Shawn reached for it slowly. Amidst the chaos this was the only thing neatly sealed away, set deliberately in the corner. He undid the seal slowly and opened it. A large stack of stapled papers slid out into his hands. In big red letters the first sheet had the word 'Evidence' printed on it. He flipped through the pages quickly. Page after page debunked him as a psychic. Cell phone call records, more photographs…in the wrong hands this was enough to put him away for a very long time. He glared at the packet angrily. What was Mary planning? If killing people didn't persuade him to join her, she was going to what? Blackmail him. He felt his jaw clench involuntarily. Or maybe it was to ensure his cooperation once he agreed to join her. With a shudder Shawn realized what it really meant to loathe someone. Mary was truly beyond sick.

Exhaling deeply, painfully, thanks to what were probably broken ribs, Shawn stuffed the files back into the folder. None of that mattered right now. He needed to find a telephone. Turning around Shawn started to make his way out of the room when a thought struck him. Where was his phone? Yin must have taken it while he was unconscious. He turned back towards the table and rummaged through the layers and layers of files and papers scattered across it until his hands finally grazed against the cool metal of his cell.

With a grin he fished it out and turned it back on. He groaned. No signal. Of course there was no signal. He took another calming breathe. But it did have battery left-unlike last time he'd been taken hostage-so he turned it off again. He'd take the phone outside and find himself a signal.

Shawn decided not to dwell on the fact that he could actual compare the times he'd been taken hostage now.

He staggered back out through the kitchen, looking for something to use as a crutch. Nothing caught his eye in the kitchen. Then he hobbled to the living room.

Shawn's vision was starting to swim and dance around him. The pain in his leg was starting to become too much and his breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps. His hands were trembling from the effort of keeping himself upright. Reaching the doorway Shawn stopped, trying to regain his balance before he unlatched the door and stumbled out onto the porch.

Squinting in the sunlight Shawn took in his surroundings. The house was quaint. Small, with rusting shutters. It was located on the corner of the block, and there was a large 'No trespassing' sign on the lawn. There was a neighborhood watch sign a little to his left-which Shawn found highly ironic. There was nobody out or about though, probably because it was the middle of the day and everyone was either at school or work.

With a grunt Shawn started staggering towards the corner of the lawn, determined to put as much distance between himself and the loony bin as possible.

Shawn was maybe thirty feet away from the house and twenty from the street when he decided to pull out his phone again. With a slight beep it sprang to life. He giggled triumphantly when he saw he had one whole bar on his phone. He held it higher, hoping to get a better signal. Now all he had to do was call Jules and this whole mess could be behind them.

He didn't notice the wire until he was tripping over it.

He fell face first into the wet grass. Feeling the ground start to tremble Shawn turned around slowly to look back at the house. Like a volcano it shook and then erupted, windows blowing outwards as fire burst from the frames, as debris rained down on the ground and on Shawn. He covered his head as chunks of the house started to fall. Some of the falling debris bounced off his injured leg and Shawn howled in pain as his vision swam again, this time, the edges began to grow black and he knew he was losing consciousness.

A small grin danced across his face as he started to fall backwards towards unconsciousness. He'd made a very large explosion-somehow, he wasn't exactly sure what he'd done-but it would be more than enough to help Jules find him. With that thought, he felt this head hit the ground and he was out cold.

The SBPD:

All pairs of eyes were staring intently through the glass of the interrogation room. Despite Yin's request they hadn't put him back in his cell. They were merely taking a break to reevaluate their approach.

"We don't have anything he needs," Carlton muttered again, "This is a waste of time."

Mary shook her head, "I don't think so. Some killers realize they've been caught and clam up in interrogation…others are so stark raving mad they just babble incessantly," she took a step towards their opponent quietly, "But he…he's lucid, talking…" she bit her lip, "I think he wants to tell you things. I don't think he can help it actually, he wants to gloat. But somewhere in there will be a truth, and if you can get that we can use it."

"All he's managed to do is run us in circles and insult us," Juliet snapped anxiously. She missed the real Mary.

Mary shrugged. "Sticks and stones Detective," she muttered.

Suddenly McNabb was in the doorway clearing his throat. "Um, I know you said not to disturb you but…there was a home explosion ten minutes ago on the other side of town."

Out of the corner of her eye Juliet saw Mary stiffen slightly.

"We're working this case right now McNabb, let someone else handle-"

"I know sir, I just…something struck me as odd," he handed the file to Juliet tentatively. She frowned as she looked at the report, "The address," he pointed.

Her eyebrows shot up. That was more than suspicious.

"Well?" Carlton grunted.

"The house is at the corner of E. Jones Street and N. Portman Avenue," she explained in a rush, feeling her chest tighten fearfully, "James Earl Jones and Natalie Portman were both in Star Wars," she explained quietly, as she felt the file fall limply to her side. What if Shawn…Shawn…he could be there…he could…oh god…she resisted the urge to wretch and didn't wait for Carlton to catch up as she sprinted up the stairs two at a time.

The Corner of E. Jones Street and N. Portman Avenue:

Smoke was still rising into the sky as Carlton swerved to a stop outside the address. Fire trucks and paramedics were already on the scene as Juliet leapt from the car, her eyes scanning the scene for Shawn.

Her breathe caught in her throat when she saw him being carried towards an ambulance on a stretcher. His eyes were closed, an oxygen mask was on his face, but he was alive. All of the chaos seemed to slow down around her as she weaved through the crowd towards him.

She'd come so close to losing him lately. More than once. It couldn't keep happening. As brilliant and skilled as Shawn was, his luck couldn't last forever. He wouldn't be ok one of these times. She felt an all too familiar sting in her eyes. They hadn't even had a chance yet; an honest chance.

"Is he ok?" she blurted, startling the medics who were loading him into the back of the truck.

"We found him near the edge of the property. Oddly, most of his injuries don't seem to have come from the blast," the medic mused, "But…he was tangled up in a wire when we found him…" the medic hoisted the back end of Shawn's stretcher in, "I'm no expert but that wire might have been what caused the explosion." The medic moved to close the door to the van when Juliet put her hand on the door.

"I'm coming with him."

"Um, I'm not sure if-"

"That wasn't a request."

Under her icy glare the medic shivered and nodded his agreement. Juliet sighed in relief. "Carlton, I'm going with Shawn to the hospital." Her partner nodded, "Call Gus and Henry. Have them meet us there."

Carlton grunted in acknowledgement and waved for her to get moving. He muttered something that sounded almost like "Tell Spencer to get better," but Juliet had known her partner long enough not to ask him to repeat himself.

Later: The Hospital:

Shawn groaned slightly as light hit his eyes, he could hear the faint beep of his heart rate in the background.

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

Immediately the day's events rushed into his head. He had crashed his motorcycle, but that wasn't the reason he was here. Shawn moved to sit up but felt a gentle hand on his chest keeping him down.

"Take it easy Shawn, you're ok," Juliet murmured soothingly.

He turned to her and reached out his hand, which felt like lead. As it came into his line of sight he realized it had a large neon green cast on it. Still his hand reached out, his fingertips skimming across her cheek. "Jules," he mumbled, still slightly disoriented. She smiled softly, wrapping her hand around his cast.

A cough came from the corner and they pulled away. Shawn turned towards the source of the noise and grinned. "Gus!" his best friend embraced him. Shawn glanced behind his friend. No one else was there. Mary's words suddenly rang loudly in his head. Mary…oh god. She was still out there. "Jules, you need to arrest Mary-it's complicated-it's crazy- but she's the new Yang," he stared up at her fearfully.

Juliet froze. Shawn was on pain meds, potentially delirious. He'd already accused his father of being Yin. But this…made sense. Shawn stared up at her intently. Juliet nodded; she trusted him. "Lassiter's with her now at the crime scene," she moved to her phone.

"O'Hara," her partner answered gruffly.

"Shawn says Mary's the new Yang," Juliet cut straight to the point.

Lassiter swore softly, "She just left the crime scene. Maybe twenty minutes ago. Damnit," a low growling noise emanated from his throat before he hung up.

"She said… she said she was going to kill someone, if I didn't do what she wanted," Shawn explained quickly, struggling up from his bed.

Juliet's face paled.

"She did Shawn," Gus hesitated, "Declan's dead."

Shawn grit his teeth. Mary hadn't been kidding. Killing Declan…that was just…He bowed his head.

"When ah did she…," he licked his lips, "When?"

"A few hours ago," Juliet said quietly. Shawn eyes shot up to her suddenly, and she saw the guilt flash through them.

"Before or after the explosion?"

"Before," Juliet shifted nervously, watching the cogs turn in Shawn's head, "Why?"

"Because she said every time I refused to do what she wanted she would kill someone, and accidentally blowing up her house while I tried to escape would probably be considered refusing to go along with her plan for us to be the greatest thing since Bonnie and Clyde," Shawn let out a shaky breath and met her eyes," Because if I've been playing Skywalker this whole time then that means my dad is Vader…," he trembled, " And Vader dies in the end," he paused, "And I've been awake all of five minutes without getting a lecture from my dad about crashing my motorcycle." Shawn swallowed down the rising panic he felt bubbling inside of him. "Where is he?"

Gus was already moving to help Shawn into a coat. "He went back to the house to grab you some stuff-but he should've be back by now." Gus shook his head angrily, "I'm sorry Shawn, I didn't even…"

"I'll go check it out," Juliet promised, moving towards the door as she dialed Carlton's number again.

"Jules," Shawn called after her. "Please…" he begged. Don't leave me out on this, the words were in his eyes.

She nodded reluctantly. If she said no he'd still follow her. At least this way she could keep an eye on him; protect him. "Ok," she exhaled deeply. She had to be the professional one, "Let's go."

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