A/N: Okay I've decided it's season 4, but after Abigail is gone...so maybe season 5? Also, I know a lot about this "case" doesn't make sense, but I didn't really care about that. I mainly just wanted to write the situation. Also - medical stuff? I know nothing about it. So don't take it seriously. At all.

Please review! Let me know what you think!

Lassiter didn't ever think he had driven so fast in his life. O'Hara sat silently in the seat next to him, body tense. He could tell she was worried. "He'll be fine, O'Hara," he said because he felt the need to break the silence. "How many times has he faced off against an armed suspect? He's always okay." Juliet didn't say anything, and he drove the rest of the way in silence.

They got to the house just as Gus's blue Echo pulled up. Lassiter mumbled a curse under his breath and opened the door. "Guster! I told you not to come!"

"Yeah, and did you really believe I'd listen?"

No, Lassiter thought. Of course Gus wouldn't listen to him. Not when his best friend was in danger. Just then the passenger-side door of the car opened, revealing a very tired, very nervous, very angry-looking Henry. Of course Gus called him. Damn.

"Detective, where is my son?"

Juliet stepped forward then, probably anticipating her partner's rude response. "Mr. Spencer," she started, "we got a call from Shawn's cell phone about 20 minutes ago. He didn't speak to us, but we heard him arguing with Andrew Mulligan in the background. He said he had the murder weapon." She paused, waiting for Henry's response.

"Is he okay?" he asked quietly, because Juliet looked too shaken up for that to be all.

"We believe we heard a gunshot," she said slowly. "And then we lost communication with him."

"Dammit kid," Henry muttered, concern evident in his voice. "Well what are we waiting for? Let's go in."

Lassiter did speak up then. "No way. O'Hara and I will check it out. You stay here with Guster."

Henry shook his head. "Either I go in with you now, or I follow you in right after. He's my son, Detective."

Lassiter was about to argue more but Juliet stopped him again. "Fine. You can come," she said, her eyes begging Lassiter to let it go. "But stay close behind us." She turned to Gus then. "Gus, you wait here for the ambulance, okay?" Juliet didn't know what they would find inside the house and she didn't want Gus to see his best friend shot. Gus just nodded, watching as Henry and the two detectives made their way inside the house.

Shawn had heard the sirens approaching. Thank you, he thought. He fought off his body's desire to go unconscious, knowing he had to stay awake long enough to tell the detectives where Mulligan had gone. "Clear!" he heard. Lassie.

Then he heard another, much prettier voice. "Shawn!" Juliet shouted.

"In here!" he yelled. Or at least he thought he did. When did his voice disappear? He tried again. "Here!" That was a little louder. He heard footsteps coming closer and then his dad's face swam into vision. "Dad?" he asked, because how the hell did his dad find out? And then Henry was crouching down next to Shawn, and Juliet had taken Shawn's hand in hers. "Mullig..." he coughed, trying again, "Mulligan. He's gone."

Lassiter stepped closer to hear. "What do you mean gone?" Juliet glared at him for being so insensitive, but he was only trying to do his job.

"Bout 10 minutes ago...took evidence...fly away."

That was all Lassiter needed to hear, and he ran off to radio Chief Vick. They'd catch this bastard red-handed.

Shawn was trying to speak again, but Henry quieted him. "Shh, don't talk Shawn." He had taken off his over shirt and was pressing it to Shawn's stomach, trying to slow the bleeding. Juliet was sitting quietly next to them, a comforting hand on Shawn's shoulder.

Lassiter came back into the room then. "They've got him, Spencer. One of the squad cars stopped Mulligan a few blocks from here. Idiot was speeding."

Shawn smiled slightly, deciding it was safe to close his eyes.

The paramedics arrived shortly after Shawn had passed out, followed by a pale-looking Gus. Henry had passed off his son to the medical professionals, knowing he couldn't do anything more for him. He'd numbly followed Gus to the car and they followed the ambulance on the five-minute ride to the hospital.

Shawn was immediately whisked off once the ambulance arrived at the hospital and Henry wasn't even able to catch a glimpse of him, just directed to the waiting room. He knew he should give Maddie a call, but he wanted to wait until he heard from the doctor. Lassiter and Juliet showed up after he and Gus had been waiting there for at least three hours.

Juliet looked wiped, worry showing clearly on her face. "Have you heard anything?" she asked Henry.

Henry shook his head. "Doc hasn't come out yet. I'm guessing they took Shawn into surgery, though." Juliet nodded, sitting down next to Gus. She looked up at Lassiter who was standing awkwardly, clearly trying to decide what to say.

"O'Hara, I need to get back to the station. I want to be the one to interrogate Mulligan." Juliet nodded.

"I'm going to wait here for awhile," she told him.

"Okay," Lassiter said, turning to Henry. "I hope Shawn's okay," he mumbled, and Henry smiled a little at his uneasiness.

"Thank you, detective." Lassiter nodded and hurried out the hospital doors.

Another hour passed with still no news. Finally, when Henry was about to go hunt someone down on his own, he saw a harried-looking young doctor approaching. "Family of Shawn Spencer?" he asked. Henry stood up.

"I'm his father," he said. "These are his friends," he motioned towards Gus and Juliet. "They can hear what you have to say."

The doctor nodded. "Frankly, I'm amazed with your son, Mr. Spencer. A wound like that should have killed him, but he's doing miraculously." Henry hadn't been expecting that.

"He's okay?"

"Well, relatively speaking. He's still in very serious condition, but a gunshot wound to the stomach is oftentimes fatal. He should be fine in a few days."

Henry, Gus, and Juliet let out a collective sigh of relief. Gus spoke up then, "So can we see him?"

"He should rest now," the doctor said, but seeing the disappointment on everyone's faces he amended his answer. "Five minutes. You can see him for five minutes. But then he really should rest."

The trio smiled and headed off to Shawn's room.

3 Days Later

The doctor had been right; Shawn had made an incredible recovery. Three days after being shot in the stomach and he was already bugging the doctors to release him from the hospital. Henry was doing his best to force Shawn to stay, but the kid was driving him crazy. Still, he was so relieved that his son was okay that he was willing to put up with a little aggravation.

Chief Vick and Lassiter had both stopped by a few times to check on Shawn and update him on the case. Mulligan had confessed to everything and had been indicted on murder charges against his wife. Though that was definitely a positive development, the chief had still reprimanded Shawn for the carelessness that almost got him killed. And Shawn had promised her, with his fingers crossed behind his back, that he'd never do anything like that again. But Shawn didn't feel too guilty, seeing as he didn't think she believed him anyway.

Besides Henry, Gus and Juliet had been at the hospital more than anyone. And Shawn was very pleasantly surprised with the latter. Juliet had come to the hospital every day to check up on him. He smiled as she walked into the room just then.

"Hey Shawn!" she exclaimed, happy to see that he was looking better than he had since the shooting.

"Jules," he said smiling back.

"Brought you a pineapple smoothie," she said, grinning as she handed it to him. "But I can just stay for a sec - Carlton wants me back at the precinct to help him with paperwork." She bent over and kissed Shawn on the cheek. "See you later, Shawn," she said, turning and leaving the room.

Gus, who had been watching from the corner of the room, stepped forward. "What the hell, man?"

Shawn looked at him innocently. "What?"

"You screw up an investigation, break into a suspect's house, and get yourself shot...and you still get the girl?"

Shawn grinned widely at that. "Man pain, Gus. women can't resist it. It's the whole Florence Nightgown thing."

Gus let out an exasperated sigh. "It's Florence Nightingale, Shawn."

Shawn waited a beat, shaking his head. "I've heard it both ways."

DONE! I hope you liked it :) Let me know! Because it makes me SOOO happy. For reals. Thanks for reading!