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Chapter Two: Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

It's not a silly little moment,

It's not the storm before the calm.

Juliet watched Shawn enter the station. He was void of any emotion, and lacked the extra pep that was always in his step. His head was down, as if something interesting was on the floor. Lassiter had a spiteful smile on his face as Shawn turned the corner, and his eyes lifted only long enough to look at Juliet. In that short moment she saw a mixture of feelings in his beautiful hazel eyes. Pain, anger, frustration, longing, and back to pain. He fought against the mixed feelings and offered a small sad smile.

"So Spencer, what new little insult you have today?" It had actually appeared that Carlton had actually caught Shawn's snarky attitude. He knew full well that Shawn hadn't been himself lately, and that included the inability to insult and annoy Lassiter. Shawn smiled softly at him before patting his shoulder. The look of utter disbelief on Carlton's face brought a real smile to Juliet's face for the first time in weeks.

She had tried recently to remember why they had broken up, and yet she couldn't figure it out. It wasn't the absence of love, because she loved Shawn more than life itself, and she knew he still felt the same way. Even though his childish outlook on life could get under her skin on occasion, that wasn't the reason either. It didn't look like he wanted to be without her anymore than she wanted to be without him. The man before her had been haunting her dreams for the past few months. Sleep was a privilege that she had been learning to live without. Who needs sleep anyways?

This is the deep and dying breath of

This love that we've been working on.

This was the part of the day that Shawn hated the most. The day that they had broken up was one of only thirty that Gus had been dreading. Along with everyone finding out that he was a fake. He had promised Gus that even though it would hurt at first, that he'd still take on cases from the SBPD so that they could still continue to pay the rent. The first week had been the hardest. Having to look at her, and pretending that neither one of them was in pain. It was brutal, and he had hoped that once that first week was over they'd be able to get past the awkward and at least be able to work together again.

That was two months ago, and yet it still felt just as raw today as it had the day it happened. Her words still haunted him to this day. He had made a mistake, and yet he hadn't even known he had made it.

Shawn stood proudly as he stared at the frightened young woman who was bounded and gagged. Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks as she realized that she wasn't going to die. He smiled triumphantly, as yet again he had one upped Lassiter.

"Told you!" The cocky grin that was on his face made Lassiter place a steady hand on his gun. Waiting for just the right moment to pull it on the pseudo-psychic.

"Okay Mr. Spencer. We've discussed this. We cannot just follow you're visions, no matter how right they may be. We have to follow protocol."

Shawn shook his head, his eyes drifted to the young woman that Juliet was currently working on untying. "She could have died because of protocol. I'm sorry Chief, but don't you think there are right times to break protocol and go with your gut?"

The chief stared at Shawn for a moment, a look of almost disbelief on her face. He was almost never serious, and yet when he was it always took her by surprise.

Shawn turned to check on the progress that Juliet was making with the rope when a pair of arms flung around his neck, and a pair of lips engulfed his. His eyes wide as he realized that the woman that was kissing him so passionately was not Juliet. She was not his girlfriend, not the woman he loved, and yet he couldn't stop himself from kissing this frightened woman back. Quickly, she was pried off of Shawn, and he saw the look on Juliet's face. His head hung, he knew that he was in trouble. That his relationship could very well be over.

"Jules, she surprised me!"

"You kissed her back Shawn! I stood there and watched you kiss her back. You could have done anything. Do you know how bad it hurts to watch another woman kiss the man you love? How would you have felt if it was the other way around?"

Shawn just stood there, his mouth bobbing open and closed a few times, unable to think of a response that didn't include words that were inappropriate.

"That's what I thought. Well, if you can't keep you're hands off other woman, then I guess that's it for us. I'm over it Shawn. The way you look at other woman, and you're flirty nature. I can't take it anymore."

He had thought of just leaving at first, but then he saw the fearful look in Gus's eyes and decided that if anything, he had to stay here for his best friend. Gus needed him, and he'd never turn his back on him. Not on purpose anyway.

Can't seem to hold you like I want to

So I can feel you in my arms.

Juliet watched as Shawn sat down slowly in the chair beside her desk. It had always been his chair of choice when they weren't in a briefing, and she had never had the heart to move it. Even when she had been so angry with him. It took her a moment to realize that there were tears slipping down his cheeks. This worried her, Shawn had never been a crier. Then again, he had never been one to show his feelings as he had when he first walked in today either. Something was going on, and he was trying like hell to not tell her what was going on.

"Shawn..."

He looked at her, and her heart broke just a little bit at the lost look on his face. If she wasn't worried before, she was definitely worried now.

"Shawn, what's wrong?" Her words were soft, caring. He definitely looked like he needed a friend right now.

"It's Gus." He looked down and played with a loose button on his flannel shirt.

She gasped lightly before asking. "Shawn, is Gus okay?" Praying the next words out of his mouth would be 'yes Juliet he's fine.'

"Sort of... He... Kind of got engaged. It's why he hasn't been around to... you know help me out, and stuff."

Juliet tried to hide the thankful smile on her face, as she tried to figure out why news that would generally be happy and good news, seemed to be breaking her favorite psychic's heart.

"Isn't that good news Shawn?" His head snapped up, and a hurt expression was on his face. She had said something wrong, but what?

"No! I lost you, and now I'm losing Gus. I wonder why I'm even hanging around anymore. I should have just left after you broke my heart, but no. I stayed for Gus, and what did he do but stab me in the back!"

Juliet felt tears well in her eyes at his biting words. "Shawn... if we hadn't broken up would you be having this much trouble with Gus's engagement?"

She watched his eyes glaze over with new tears. "No...probably not. Yet it did happen, and now I have no one. Look, I just came by because he wanted you to know that the wedding is this weekend..."

There was something he wasn't saying, and yet part of her knew what it was that he wanted to say but couldn't bring himself to. She nodded, "Tell him I'll be there."

With that Shawn stood up and walked back toward the exit, before stopping and turning back. "You look nice Jules." His voice was barely above a whisper and she wasn't entirely sure that she had heard him right, until an almost Shawn-like smile played at the corners of his lips.

Nobody's gonna come and save you,

We pulled too many false alarms.

Shawn looked at himself in the mirror and instantly hated what he saw. The white dress shirt clung to his body in a perfect sort of way, and the suit jacket hung just past his hips, and the buttons snapped with relative ease. The black slacks hung a little loose, and yet at the same time fit him perfectly. His usually perfectly molded hair was slicked back and parted off to the side. He had refused to wear the bow-tie that Gus said that he'd need to wear, and now argued quietly with himself as to how to get it tied.

This was the most dressed up he had ever been, and quite possibly the best he had ever looked. That wasn't what he hated, no. He hated the fact that at any moment he'd have to walk down the aisle to stand beside his best friend as he gave his heart and a ring to the woman that he loved. Was he angry at Gus for that? No, of course not. That would make him an awful best friend, and an awful best man. No, what angered him was the fact that it should be him.

Digging his hand into his pocket he fished out the wedding band for Denise. She was nice enough, and she was actually able to put up with him. It wasn't that Shawn disliked her, it was the fact that it should be him and Juliet at that alter. He should be telling her how he feels about her. How he can't stand to live another day without her in his arms, and yet here he was staring at himself in the mirror waiting to watch his best friend get married.

He felt his cell phone vibrate, and took it out to look at it. He opened the text message and read the message silently to himself.

'Had to work today. Just now got done. Running late. Tell Gus I'll be there.'

He erased the message just as Gus walked in. "Ready Shawn?"

He turned to face Gus, faked a smile. "Sure thing buddy. Oh, just got a text from Juliet. She's running late, but she said she'd be here."

Gus nodded, as he walked side by side with Shawn.

We're going down,

And you can see it too.

Juliet looked around the small room. She couldn't believe that Burton Guster was officially married. A small smile crept to her lips, as her eyes landed on the pseudo-psychic that held her heart in his hands. He smiled back. His hair, which usually held that I just rolled out of bed but look fabulous anyway, was now parted off to one side, and slicked backward. His face void of any scruff, and the suit he wore was fitted to his body.

She watched as he stood up and walked toward her. She heard her heart accelerate at the sight of that lopsided grin, but as he got closer she saw that it didn't reach his eyes. At one point, it had been her favorite, and it had seemed like he only used it for her. He stood in front of her, giving her the once over before stooping down so that he was face to face with her.

"You look great Jules."

Her heart fluttered around inside her chest, and she wanted nothing more than to lean forward and press her lips to his. That was no longer an option. She had lost the chance to do that when their relationship had ended.

"Thanks Shawn. You look mighty spiffy as well." He smiled, this time it was more genuine.

"Well Gus told me that I had to wear a suit..." he paused his head bowed forward, "and comb my hair. Apparently it's not becoming of a 'young man' to have 'bed head'."

Juliet stifled a chuckle as she placed a playful hand on Shawn's arm.

"I tried to tell him not to be spoiled milk in a child's cereal but apparently that just made things worse. I never lose these arguments, but I acknowledged that today was his day, and gave in. Though technically I thought that the wedding day is supposed to be for the girl, and the wedding night is for the guy." He paused as he shrugged "Then again, Gus has always been slightly different than most guys."

We're going down,

And you know that we're doomed.

My dear,

We're slow dancing in a burning room.

Juliet shook her head, and wished that he'd ask her to dance. She just wanted to feel his capable arms around her waist, and be able to put her head on his shoulder and take in his unusual smell.

"So...would you like to dance with me Jules?"

A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips, and she sent up a thank you for someone making her wish come true.

"Of course."

She placed her hand in Shawn's as he lead her to the dance floor. Gus smiled at her, and out of the corner of her eye she saw him wink at Shawn. She felt her heart race as he put a hand on her lower back. She smiled up at him, placing her free hand on his chest and leaning forward. Her head lay comfortably against his shoulder, as he swayed them back and forth, making small circles on the dance floor. She sighed contently, and wondered if their lives would have been like this if they hadn't broken up.