Jules, Juliet.... He had to find her. If he had to choose, it wouldn't be Abby. It couldn't be Abby. It has always been Jules ever since he first saw her alone in the coffee shop, her gun trembling as she attempted to take a perp in custody. But where was she? And had her time already run out?

Suddenly, it hit him. The cover of the book. Yang had said to never judge a book by its cover, no matter how pretty. There had to be something more there, something he missed. In one quick movement, he yanked the cover of the late Mary Lightly's copy of Yang's book (highly derivative if he did say so himself, even though she'd correctly nailed Gus as laughing on the outside, but crying on the inside). As he held the cover up to the harsh florescent light, he saw what appeared to be a child's drawing. As he squinted, he could just make out the faint outline of waves along with a wooden dock. Wait, could it be? The pier? Leave it to Yin to find the most deeply ironic place to hide Jules. The place where he had (almost) had his first date with Abigail. Oh god, please let Abby be okay too.

"Dad, I think I know where Juliet is. Let's take your truck. Please hurry," shouted Shawn.

They drove in silence with Henry's white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel being the only outward sign of their tension while Shawn continued to brood.

"What if he was too late? What if Yin kills Abby since he went after Jules instead? What if he never gets to tell Juliet that she, and only she, is the prize at the bottom of the cereal box?" thought Shawn. Although, the bottom of the box could be the top, depending on how you open it. Either way, Jules was the prize. Of this, Shawn had no doubt.

With a sigh of relief, Shawn saw the pier came into sight as his dad pulled his truck into the marina. Almost immediately, they were off and running, calling Juliet's name the whole way. But where was she? The night was almost suffocating in its stillness, and there was no sight or sound of life. Was Shawn wrong about the book cover?

Suddenly, Shawn heard a stirring at the far end of the pier. When he looked down, he was shocked to see Mr. Yin standing and staring back at him, his face obscured by a thick black mask and black fedora. The mere sight of him caused a shiver to run up and down Shawn's spine.

"She's under the pier, isn't she?" asked Shawn.

Mr. Yin merely nodded as they both took off at run; Shawn ran towards the edge of the pier to look for Jules, while Mr. Yin ran to freedom. Shawn poked his head over the side of pier and was shocked to see Juliet tied to the mooring under the dock, her head listing to the side, and her eyes closed. Without another thought, Shawn tossed down his phone, threw off his shoes, and dived straight into the murky depths.

The bracing shock of the ice cold water was almost painful. Shawn fought off his feelings of fatigue and tenseness as he surfaced near Juliet. She looked even worse than he'd imagined up close. Her complexion was pallid and lips were nearly blue. She had a large, deep gash running across her left temple with blood slowing streaming from the wound and mixing with the water below. Despite her injuries, Shawn was relieved to see her chest move up and down as she breathed, but noticed that her breathing seemed shallow and rapid when compared to his own deep, regular breathing.

When Shawn was finally finished taking in Juliet's injuries, he looked down only to realize that the water that had only seconds ago been up to Juliet's waist was now rising above her chest and lapping ever closer to Juliet's listing head.

"Dad! Dad, I'm down here, hurry," Shawn screamed for Henry to join him in the water quickly with his handy Swiss Army knife, Shawn ducked beneath the water and begin hacking at the ropes binding Juliet to the mooring. He cut and cut until his lungs felt as if they would explode without oxygen. Upon breaking the surface, he noticed that the water was nearly up to Juliet's chin. He implored his dad to hold Juliet's head above the water before diving back into the murky depths and cutting at the ropes once again. With relief, Shawn cut free the last of the ropes tying Juliet to the mooring. When he surfaced, he found that there were only inches of space from which to suck precious oxygen.

Shawn shouted to his dad, "We've got to get her out of here!"

Shawn and his father each grabbed one of Juliet's arms, drew in the biggest breaths possible and swam out from underneath the pier and into the open water. Shawn coughed and sputtered but Juliet remained deadly silent and unconscious. Henry waited until Shawn could support Juliet alone and then climbed a small, nearly hidden ladder to safety on the pier. With significant help from his father, Shawn managed to heave Juliet to safety and pull himself up onto the pier.

Immediately, Shawn's attentions were focused on Juliet who was still very still and pale. He put his cheek to her mouth and watched her chest carefully for the reassuring rise and fall. After several seconds, Shawn realized that there was no rise and fall to observe because she had stopped breathing.

"Oh God, Jules...Don't panic, don't panic," became his internal refrain as he tried to think back to his Boy Scout first aid training.

"Dad, she isn't breathing!" shouted Shawn. Shawn started rescue breathing, tilting Juliet's chin, pinching her nostrils, and breathing forcefully into her mouth while his father positioned his hands for compressions. Before Henry could deliver a single compression, Juliet thankfully began to weakly cough and sputter and cough up a fountain of ocean water.

"Juliet...Jules...sweetheart," Shawn murmured as he smoothed a lock of damp hair off her forehead and gently lifted her into his lap. "Honey, look at me. You're okay. Just breathe." Slowly, Juliet's eyes began to open and she immediately stiffened when she saw a man hovering over her.

"Jules honey, it's me. You're safe. He can't hurt you again. I've got you." Juliet relaxed as her vision cleared and she realized that it was Shawn who was holding her in his arms. She shivered and coughed weakly. God, her head hurt. She started to close her eyes, but Shawn gently shook her and called her name louder than before.

Shawn was frightened by how weak and vulnerable Jules appeared. She was supposed to be a tough as nails cop, not this injured, shaking mess. He turned his attention briefly to his father. "Dad, we need to get her to the hospital," said Shawn. "Why don't you drive? It will probably be faster than calling for an ambulance." Henry nodded grimly and jumped up, helping Shawn to gather Juliet in his arms.

Once they made it to the truck, Henry opened the passenger door and Shawn slid onto the seat with Juliet still in his arms. Henry hopped in and started the engine, thoughtfully turning the heat to full blast as he set off. Juliet's eyes were closed again, Shawn noted. He slid his fleece jacket off the seat beneath him and immediately used it to apply pressure to the large gash on her temple which continued to stream blood.

Juliet moaned in pain as Shawn applied pressure to her temple. "Jules, honey," Shawn tried in order to get her attention.

Juliet opened her eyes and looked directly at Shawn. "It hurts," she whimpered to Shawn.

"I know it does, sweetheart. Just a few more minutes till we get you to the hospital. Where does it hurt? Your head?" asked Shawn.

Despite the rapidly warming truck thanks to Henry's blasting heat, Juliet continued to shiver. In a soft, quavering voice she whispered, "My side hurts. So does my ankle. And my head is throbbing."

Shawn sighed heavily as he continued to stroke her hair. "Dad, please hurry," Shawn said as he laced his fingers with Juliet's.