A/N: Here it is guys, the LAST chapter! This fic is finished! Done like a dinner! Yesterday's news! Today's fish n chips! I don't know, something clicked in me today, and the last pages just came flying out of me. Whether or not it was a good or bad thing – is completely up to you. So please! Please! Review! Any and all input is welcome!

Enjoy the last chapter! (It's almost 18 pages in word! That's a personal record for me!)

~Matilda

Gunplay

Seven blocks. Shawn made it three blocks before he realized two things; number one being even though he wanted to run off on his own- his bike was still in the shop so he couldn't. Number two? Shawn's back still had healing stitches in it. Shawn halted when he realized he was in agonizing pain.

"Arrgh!" Shawn groaned and doubled over catching his breath.

"Spencer!" Randall was hot on his trail, and when Shawn stopped dead in his tracks Randall didn't think twice about grabbing his arm and turning around. "What the hell? !"

Shawn took a second to catch his breath, and to get his pain under control. "I can't do it, I can't change my name, start new, I JUST can't do it."

"Well what else are we supposed to do?" Randall asked. "Seriously."

"Work with me, let me try to find Kayla."

"Shawn, three things wrong with that. Number 1 – you're already injured, number 2 – Chief Anderson already make it clear that you were OFF the case, and number 3 – Whenever you and Kayla are in the same general area she has a nasty habit of trying to kill you."

"Not entirely true." Shawn answered. "When she and Officer Jenny had me in Davis' old house, I'm pretty sure she bailed. To do what I'm not sure, but I have a gut feeling she didn't mean to be gone for long."

"I did find the car relatively close to the hospital..." Randall mused. "She's keeping tabs on you."

"Only because she wants me dead, but she can't make a move if I'm constantly around other people."

"Please don't tell me you want to be used as bait."

"It's quite possible."

"Shawn. No. My job is to bring you to safety -not throw you under the bus."

"That's the best part." Shawn's eyes twinkled a bit. "You won't be throwing anything. Randall I RAN from you. You can always just tell your Chief that you couldn't find me. There won't be any grounds for a search party because Kayla hasn't been spotted either, so chances are he'll drop the whole case."

"You clearly don't know Chief Anderson very well."

"I know him better than you think." Shawn remembered the Chief coming to his hospital room, and he had to keep from shivering. Listening to Chief Anderson was what lost him everything. Shawn admittedly hated the other man. "Look forget it, I'm leaving now, and I'm finding Kayla with or without your help."

Randall took a breath, and shuffled his feet. "I wouldn't be getting paid for this."

"Neither am I Randall."

"You're hurt."

"Yesterday's news, I'm pretty sure if I can run 7 blocks away from a detective, I can do some sneaking around."

"No Shawn." Randall's voice was suddenly serious. "You're bleeding!"

"What?"

At that point Randall reached over and took Shawn's arm making him turn around. A few of his stitches had ripped right open and bits of blood were dripping down to the ground. The back of Shawn's shirt was completely ruined. "We have to get you patched up, god you're dumb sometimes!"

"Oh man." Shawn blushed, he honestly hadn't felt anything. He was too busy trying to convince Randall to either hop on his team, or back off. Lord knows he lost any chance of asking Lassie for help.

"Okay. We need to get you back to the hospital to get that patched up."

"What about Kayla?"

"Kayla will still be on the loose when you have new stitches, now come on."

Shawn huffed, but of course he had to agree. Randall took the lead, taking Shawn to a nearby bench and sitting him down.

"I don't want to risk walking you back to my car, so you're sitting here, and I'm calling an ambulance."

Shawn sat, and cringed, oh now that he was aware of his stitches being open, it was agonizing. Randall was on his phone, and started pacing around. He walked a good few feet away leaving Shawn with his thoughts. He can't remember the last time he felt this miserable. He just wanted to catch Kayla so that he could go. But was that even true? When he bolted from the parking lot, he wasn't even thinking about Kayla, so what did it matter? What did anything matter? At that point Shawn was shaking; he was having a hard time holding everything in.

"Shawn!"

Lassiter had been on his way back to Henry's house. He hadn't managed to sleep in Shawn's old room, it was too – Shawn, and so Lassiter had left around 3AM. He was on his way back now, and wasn't really expecting to see Shawn along the way -sitting on a bench no less. Shawn's head had been bent down, and Lassiter nearly drove right by him. However something nagged him to look, and soon he was parking his car on the opposite side of the road and was marching over to the bench calling Shawn's name.

Shawn froze. No way in hell was that Lassie, absolutely not, and if it was, it was probably Lassie coming to end him. Though that part got forgotten when he looked up and saw that Lassie had a black eye. "Your eye." Shawn gestured to Lassiter's face when Lassiter was just a couple of feet away.

"Your father." Lassiter answered, and Shawn felt all warm inside. Yay dad! That feeling lasted about a second when Lassiter spoke up again gesturing to Shawn's eye. "And what do you mean my eye? ! Your eye!"

"Oh." Shawn bit his lip. "That's actually a long story, you see-"

Lassiter had already moved on. "You're bleeding!"

"Uh...yeah." Shawn confirmed. "Look, Lassie. Its fine okay? Detective Peterson-"

"Detective Peterson did this? !"

"Did what? Detective Lassiter, when you did you get here?" Randall had come back from calling the ambulance.

Lassiter was angry. Shawn was bruised and bleeding, and Detective Peterson was the only one in site. Lassiter cracked his knuckles; he was seriously going to kill Randall. Really. Really. Kill him.

"Lassie!" Shawn was up. "Don't."

"What do you mean don't? !"

"Because he didn't do anything, and I'm not worth it."

"What – worth it? Shawn? How could you? Why would you think that?"

Lassiter was at a loss of words, Shawn so was too worth it! He turned to say something else, but an ambulance was pulling up.

"Shawn lets go." Randall was stepping a bit closer, and Lassiter had to keep from growling at the other man.

"I have to go Lassie." Shawn stepped away with Randall. Lassiter reached out.

"Shawn." Lassiter's hand just managed to touch Shawn's back. Shawn seethed a bit at the contact and actually lurched away.

"Lassie. I'm going." Shawn followed Randall to the ambulance. Lassiter stood in place watching him leave. It was the most painful thing he had ever seen, and yet he knew this is exactly how Shawn must've felt when he walked out on him.

Lassiter watched as Randall helped Shawn up into the back of the vehicle and got in with him. The ambulance drove away and Lassiter bit his lip. Well shit. If the guilt hadn't been horrible before, it was miserable now. Lassiter took a long breath and looked to his hand, blood. Nothing but blood. Shawn's blood. Lassiter's breath hitched and he looked to the ground where Shawn had been standing – more blood. Shawn's blood. No Shawn. All of Lassiter's thought went rushing back to that dream he had in the hospital. Lassiter had to clench his jaw to keep from shaking. He turned on his heel and went back to his car. He was going back to Henry's, and he was telling the elder Spencer he couldn't do it. He was an ass hole, and Shawn deserved so much better.

"Henry." Lassiter swung the door closed behind him as he came back into Henry's house. "Forget about Shawn. I saw him, and it doesn't look like its going to happen." Lassiter's last word was cut a bit short as he went into the living room and saw Kayla standing there with a gun clasped in her hand. Henry was in his chair, sitting perfectly still, his eye trained on the girl.

"Detective." Kayla greeted. "Fancy seeing you here."

"How did you find this address?" Lassiter asked.

"I'm the one asking the questions." Kayla's voice was stern. "Now please – sit."

For now Lassiter did as he was instructed. At this point in time, Kayla was the one with the gun. Lassiter was sure that if he made a move, she'd fire and either kill him – or even worse, Henry. Lassiter had to play it out so that it didn't happen.

"Okay." Kayla seemed pleased. "We're getting somewhere." She moved the gun between the two men, quite frankly, she meant business. "Where's Shawn?"

"I don't know." Henry answered honestly.

"Very unlikely." Kayla said. "Daddy dearest is a fucking liar."

"He's telling the truth." Lassiter said. "The police haven't been able to find you. Shawn was put into witness protection; we don't even know his name."

"Then you know where he is." Kayla trained the gun on Lassiter. "You have five seconds."

Lassiter and Henry locked eyes for a second, it was an action that went completely unnoticed by Kayla, but the two men seemed to get the same idea. After all they were both trained professionals.

"Carlton if you tell her where my son is, I will kill you!"

"She's going to kill you anyway old man, unless we give her Shawn – right Kayla?"

"Shut up both of you! And what do you mean unless?" Kayla didn't sound sure.

"Look. I've seen the light." Lassiter came up with the dirtiest, must disgusting lie he could think of to appease her. "I've been going to Church, following the light. My actions prior were – disgusting; being gay was a curse – a sin. I'm repenting. I've spoken to god; I know what he needs me to do. Shawn is a dirty fag, an abomination; he needs to be brought to justice. I'll tell you where he is, but I can't die a sinner. You need to let me live so I can heal."

Kayla didn't move her gun, but her resolve softened a bit. "You're telling me the truth?"

"He is." Henry was on board. "I've only been protecting Shawn because he's my son, but if god truly wants to bring him to justice – I can't say no. Tell her where he is Carlton."

"The Barbara. It's a small hotel on Beckingridge Rd."

Kayla kept her gun aimed, and she moved across the floor to Henry's phone, pulling on the chord until it came clear off the wall. Small bits of dry wall coming with it. She then held her hand out to Henry. "Cell phone."

Henry nodded and produced his cell phone handing it to her.

"You are NOT calling the police when we leave." Kayla told Henry.

"When we leave?" Lassiter repeated.

"You're coming with me." Kayla snapped. "If god truly wants you to bring Shawn to justice, then you're going to kill him and I'm going to watch."

"Understood."

"Now get up!" Kayla raised her voice again, and Lassiter was up and walking to the door.

"If you're lying to me, I WILL kill you." Kayla said then. "Do you have handcuffs?"

"Yes."

"Give them to me."

Lassiter produced his handcuffs and went over to Kayla who promptly used them to handcuff herself to Lassiter.

"This way you can't run."

Lassiter took a breath. He wasn't expecting that.

Keep it, together.

Kayla was rough with her movements and practically dragged Lassiter out of the house. She kept her gun trained at Henry, giving him the order to not make a single move until she and Lassiter were out of site. The door closed behind them, and Kayla was hurrying across the yard with Lassiter in tow.

The second they were out of site, Henry was on his feet. He knew he didn't have a lot of time. The Barbara was only about nine blocks into town from his place. He went into the kitchen and grabbed his cell phone for work, speed dialling the chief.

"Karen its Henry. We have Kayla Atkinson, but you have to move fast."

"She handcuffed herself to Detective Lassiter?" Back at the station Chief Vic sounded a bit surprised, but she trusted Henry's word, and with a quick thanks she hung up on him. She was on her feet and heading into the main part of the building calling for everyone's attention.

"Alright everyone listen up! This is serious, so I'm only going to say this once, and we HAVE to act fast. Kayla Atkinson has made an appearance. Coral Haven Police had no luck, and now it's our turn again! She is currently on route to The Barbara hotel. I need every car and uniform available there immediately, surround the area but do not reveal yourselves until absolutely necessary. Please keep in mind; she currently has Detective Lassiter in custody. My aim is to get him out alive! Do I make myself clear?"

She spoke fast, but everyone seemed to understand.

"Now go!" The Chief ordered. Everyone split. The Chief then turned to Juliet. "O'Hara sit!"

Juliet cringed and sat back down looking a bit defeated. "Chief, Lassiter's my partner!"

"Your partner will be just fine, trust your co-workers to do their job, as for you. You're staying out of the cross fire. Fill out Wednesday's night report to keep yourself occupied."

"But Chief-"

"No buts." The Chief softened. "It's going to be a long nine months for you. I understand, and this situation really doesn't help, but please understand. Everything is under control."

Juliet took a breath. "Alright."

"I have to get to the hotel before Kayla does." The Chief said. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck." Juliet waved her off. As soon as the Chief was gone, Juliet was sinking back into her chair and turning it around to face her desk; she grabbed her phone and dialled the first number she thought of.

"Hey babe, it's me."

"Juliet." Gus' voice was always soothing to her. "What's wrong?"

"We're closing in on Kayla."

"Seriously?" Gus sounded thrilled. "That's wonderful! That means we're getting Shawn back!.. But wait, you don't sound excited."

"She's heading for The Barbara." Juliet explained. "I don't know all the details, but she managed to grab Carlton. She has him as a captive. I'm freaking out."

"Hey calm down." Gus said. "I'm on my way over."

"I don't want that." Juliet said. "I can't believe I'm saying this, I don't want you to get hurt, but I'd feel safer if you were at the Barbara too. Nowhere near the crossfire though. I just need you to call me right away in case something happens."

"You're sure?" Gus was willing to do it if it meant his lady had some peace of mind. "I won't get too close, somewhere off to the side maybe?"

"Thank you."

"No problem baby."

They hung up, and there was a moment where Juliet just sat there looking at her phone. About three seconds passed before she did something very unlike her.

"Oh screw it!" She was out of her chair, and grabbing her gear, she was out the door.

While Shawn was getting patched up, Randall had went back to get his car. He got back to the hospital just as Shawn was free to go. Shawn gave him a pathetic wave and got into his car.

"The bank is closed." Randall said lightly.

"Doesn't matter." Shawn said. "We've got work to do."

"Before we do ANYTHING." Randall started. "First, I have to check out of the hotel, and inform my Chief you ran off on me."

"So you're on board?" Shawn said.

"Yeah. I'm on board." Randall said. "I became a cop to catch bad guys, and sometimes following orders doesn't cut it."

Shawn gave a bit of a laugh. "You got a wild streak in you."

"Yes." Randall said. "I try."

"I see why Marcus likes you."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah." Shawn encouraged. "I knew him pretty well; I think you're perfect for him."

Randall took a breath. "Thank you, coming from you – that means, quite a bit."

"Don't mention it Randy cop."

They didn't say anything after that, and as they got closer to the hotel for check out, Shawn kept noticing police cars between buildings.

"Um, Randall?" Shawn decided to point this out to him.

"Yeah?"

"We've passed about three undercover police cars."

"You're sure?" That caught Randall a little off guard.

"Yeah." Shawn said. "That means they're closing in on a suspect right?"

"Usually." Randall confirmed. "Chances its Kayla?"

"She's the only one I know who is at large right now."

"Okay." Randall brought the car to a halt, and pulled over about a street away from the hotel. "We're waiting it out then."

"What!" Shawn was appalled. "What happed to being on my team, the wild side?"

"Shawn, the SBPD are here, chances are if we show up, we're screwing up their plan and putting you into danger. Your team is fine and dandy, but let's see how this situation goes first."

Shawn huffed. "Alright alright."

"Shawn." Randall said.

"Yeah?"

"Get down."

"Say what now?"

"Get down!" Randall pulled on Shawn, forcing him out of the seat and below eye level, Randall joined him close to the floor of the car.

"Problem? !" Shawn asked in an angry albeit whispered huff.

"I saw Kayla."

"Sweet!"

"No not sweet! She's heading for the hotel." Randall kept his voice down.

"Really?" Shawn said. "Which is exactly where the police want her. Randy cop, if the SBPD truly have this, I NEED to watch. It would be – so – SO satisfying."

"I understand your point of view, but she has someone with her, it might get sticky."

Shawn got a weird feeling in his stomach. "Who does she have with her?"

"I didn't get a good look." Randall admitted sheepishly.

"Well look." Shawn said. "Then give it to me straight."

Randall bit his tongue, and taking a second glanced up just in time to see Kayla turn the corner – with Lassiter in tow. It just had to be the detective didn't it?

"McNab." Randall lied. He had a hunch Shawn still very much cared for Lassiter, and would've run out of the car after her in an instant if he had told the truth.

"Buzz?" Shawn used McNab's first name. Randall seethed. God dammit. "She's got Buzz?"

"Shawn." Randall said. "Stay down."

"No! Buzz is my friend, and his wife would be miserable if anything happened to him! Give me your gun!"

"I'm not giving you my gun." Randall said. "We're staying. Here."

"Bull crap!" Shawn hissed. "Gun. Now."

Randall was actually a bit surprised; Shawn really wanted to go save his friend... "Shawn you're not getting my gun."

"And you're not getting the point!" Shawn quipped. "Randall, I'm a very good shot. Believe me. I can take her out faster than any of these cops on scene, and I can do it BEFORE she has a chance to hurt Buzz."

"You can't kill her Shawn." Randall said.

"I didn't say I was going to kill her, just shoot her side, probably a knee cap to get her on the ground. Give Buzz a chance to run while the police grab her."

"Shawn there's two things wrong with that scenario." Randall sighed. "A, she has herself handcuffed to her captive, and B, it's not McNab."

Shawn's face went slack. "Randall, who does Kayla have?"

Again, Randall seethed. "Lassiter." He regretted telling Shawn immediately.

"Randall." Shawn's composure because very tense, and intimidating. Randall in that second actually feared Shawn. "Give. Me. Your. Gun."

"Shawn, I legally can't do that."

"And I legally can't smash your head against the steering wheel to knock you out, but it's going to happen if there isn't a gun in my hand by the time I count to three."

"You're threatening me?"

"Times up!"

"Wait? What? You didn't even start coun-"

Shawn was up, his hands on Randall forcing him down. Randall's head hit the steering wheel and he was out. Shawn reached down and grabbed the gun, checking quick to make sure it was loaded. He wasn't thinking, his mind was on autopilot. The only thought going through his head being that Kayla had Lassie. HIS Lassie. That wasn't going to fly at all. Shawn pushed himself out of Randall's car and headed for the hotel. He'd apologize to Randall later; right now he had to go get his man.

As the Chief ordered, every available police car was in hiding, Kayla hadn't managed to see any of them, but Lassiter did, and he knew he could count on Henry to get the job done. He was actually relieved. He looked to Kayla as they got closer and closer to the hotel.

"We might have to do some coaxing. I don't know what room he's in."

"It better not take long." Kayla warned. "Or I'll bloody up your other hand."

Lassiter's hand still had Shawn's blood on it. Kayla was stupid enough to think it was Lassiter's blood. She hadn't even asked what happened, not that Lassiter expected her too.

The Chief was inside the hotel lobby, she was doing her best to blend in, but she could see Kayla approaching through the glass doors, and she casually brought her hand to her ear as if to adjust an earring. She tilted her head, speaking low into the wire she had wrapped around her ear.

"Suspect is approaching." The Chief said. "All units ready when I say go."

"Roger." The response came from one of her units. The Chief took a breath as Kayla got closer; Kayla was reaching for the door.

"Ready..." The Chief said. "Okay everyone, on the count of three."

"One..."

From another side street, Juliet had met up with Gus and they could see the hotel from where they were standing. The alley they were in not being anywhere near big enough for a car.

"There's Kayla." Gus said. "And Lassiter."

"Okay..." Juliet was reaching for her gun.

"Two..."

The Chief took a breath and was about to say three, when Shawn popped up out of nowhere a good 12 feet behind Kayla and Lassiter. "What the..." The Chief pressed her wire. "Hold your fire!"

"Chief." One of the units responded. "What is Spencer doing here?"

"I don't know. Let's hope Kayla doesn't turn around."

"Chief, Spencer has a gun."

"What?" The Chief took a harder look, and her eyes widened a bit.

"Where the hell did Shawn come from!" Juliet fell back her hand falling away from her own weapon. "What the hell is he doing?"

"You're asking me?" Gus exasperated. "I don't know I didn't even know he was in the neighbourhood!"

"Hey Kayla!" Shawn shouted for her attention. Back in the hotel lobby, the Chief cringed. The hell was Spencer thinking?

Kayla stopped, and grinned when she heard Shawn's voice. She went to turn around to greet him, when she heard a gun shot. It rang out, nice and loud. Loud to the point, she couldn't feel the pain. She didn't even notice she had started bleeding. She just fell to her knees.

Lassiter had been walking next to Kayla, he hadn't had much of a choice. He saw the Chief sitting in the lobby and tried not to pay too much attention to her – she was blending in after all. However the Chief looked up, and right passed them, her mouth hanging open slightly. Lassiter knew then, someone was behind them. He just wasn't expecting it to be Shawn.

"Hey Kayla!"

The shot rang out a split second later, and Kayla was down. Lassiter was in shock. Did Shawn just? ...Shoot? Lassiter had to struggle not to fall with Kayla who was no on her knees struggling to breathe, her free hand pressed to her stomach where blood was forming.

Shawn was shaking. He had never actually shot a human being before. Criminal or not...He really didn't like it. The gun was still aimed, and he couldn't believe he had actually done it.

"Oh...oh my god..." Gus and Jules shared the same voice, Shawn just shot somebody.

"Move it!" The Chief moved fast, she was out of the hotel and right at Lassiter's side. "Carlton get down so she can lie down."

Lassiter moved to his knees, Kayla lying down. She was shaking uncontrollably. "What – what happened?"

"You were shot." Lassiter told her.

"By – by the fag?"

"Yeah." Lassiter said, he looked up to Shawn who was still holding the gun – and shaking. His heart went out to him. Shawn had every right, but Lassiter knew if Kayla didn't make it, Shawn wouldn't be able to handle it. "By the fag." As he spoke he pulled the keys to his hand cuffs out of his pocket and worked on releasing himself.

As soon as he was free he took off his jacket and handed it to the Chief. "Here. Use this to apply pressure."

The Chief grabbed the coat, and with one hand pressed down on Kayla's wound. Her other hand reaching for her ear telling one of her units to call for an ambulance.

"Shawn..." Lassiter kind of let the scene unfold around him. At this point he was more concerned for Shawn who couldn't stop shaking. "You can put the gun down now."

Shawn took a long shaky breath; his arm fell to the side lazily, the gun sliding down his leg. "Are you okay? – Did she hurt you?"

"No." Lassiter said. "She didn't hurt me. She only wanted to hurt you."

"I – I shot her." Shawn confessed. "I didn't think I could, at least not like that – I just wanted to disarm her, but then I saw you – and my mind just...Arrest me."

"No one's arresting you." Lassiter spoke calmly. "Just breathe. In this case you're walking away."

"Lassie..." Shawn's voice cracked a little. "I'm so sorry."

It was that tone in Shawn's voice that made Lassiter lose every ounce of his resolve. He went straight to Shawn and took him in his arms hugging him close. "No, I'm sorry. For everything."

Shawn leaned into Lassiter, his arms coming up to wrap around his back. "You deserve better."

"No I don't Shawn." Lassiter squeezed his eyes shut. Having Shawn back in his arms never felt better. "And even if I did, it doesn't matter. You're the only one I want."

"Even after – my lie? The big secret?"

"Yes." Lassiter said. "So many times, yes."

Shawn lifted his face; his arm went up around Lassiter's neck pulling him down into a crushing kiss. Lassiter made everything so much better, and to feel that kiss again. Shawn was euphoric.

Lassiter had almost feared he was never going to feel this again, but Shawn was here, in his arms, and everything was going to be okay. Lassiter kissed Shawn for all he was worth, and wouldn't – couldn't pull away until he absolutely needed air.

The ambulance arrived, and paramedics were pushing the Chief away and loading Kayla up. They took the gun away from her and proceeded to work.

"Officer Colton." The Chief touched her ear.

"Chief?"

"Come out of your vehicle, have Officer Reilly drive it back. You're to escort the paramedics and Kayla Atkinson to the hospital."

"Roger." Colton was on his way.

"Chief?" The message was coming from another officer. "Shawn and Lassiter are kissing."

"They both have black eyes." Another officer commented.

"When the hell did that happen?"

Too many people were talking into the wire at once. The Chief blinked, and looked over to where Shawn and Lassiter were embraced, and could only really shrug. They had just been through a lot, they could have their moments. "Its none of your business." The Chief spoke loud and clear into her wire. "O'Hara what the hell are you doing here?"

"Wednesday night report!" Juliet huffed. "You knew it wasn't going to happen when all this was happening."

"Uh huh..." The Chief shook her head and pointed to Gus. "And I supposed he came willingly."

"Most definitely." Gus gave a bit of a strut.

"Well then." The Chief said. "You can go break up the lovebirds, I want everyone to report back to the station."

Gus looked over to Shawn and Lassiter, who didn't look like they were moving anytime soon.

Shawn needed air. He loved Lassiter, and this reunion was wonderful – but – breathing and – Randall. "Randall." Shawn pushed a bit at Lassiter. "Oh – oh god! Randall!" Shawn completely forgot he had knocked Randall out.

"Say what now?" Lassiter froze. Not that he wasn't thrilled to have Shawn back, but when your lover spontaneously said the name of another man whilst in your embrace, you kind of had a right to be concerned. "Shawn? What's this about Randall?"

"He wouldn't give me his gun." Shawn rambled. "I wanted to save you, and he wouldn't let me, so I kind of – knocked him out. He's parked near the edge of Wood St."

"...You knocked out a detective?"

"To save you."

"You knocked out – A DETECTIVE? !"

"Are you mad?"

"I am...actually really proud of you." The fact that it was Randall made it that much better. Randall had started out in this case a real big douche, and Lassiter still kind of disliked him for it.

"Hey guys!" Gus popped up. "The Chief says we have to go to the station. All of us."

"Soon!" Shawn promised. "I have to go see if Randall's okay."

Randall was okay, though a little pissed. He came too after a few minutes, and wasn't pleased that it was Shawn of all people who had managed to knock him out while he was on duty. He was about to get out of his car and go to the hotel when Shawn scared the crap out of him by tapping on the window.

"Randy cop! How's the head?"

Randall jumped in his seat, and held a hand to his chest. Shawn had scared him. Little jerk. Randall rolled down his window. "It hurts. What the hell happened?"

"Good news!" Shawn presented Randall with his gun. "Lassie is perfectly safe; We're back together, and Kayla's in hospital and soon to be in custody."

"Damn." Randall was actually disappointed. "You knock me out, and I miss ALL of that? You suck Spencer!"

"You left out the part where you shot her." Lassiter had followed Shawn to Randall's car and was standing next to him.

"Oh yeah." Shawn's voice quieted a bit. "I shot her."

"Well." Randall said. "I guess that means we're done here?"

"I guess so." Shawn said. "You okay?"

"Yeah I'll be good." Randall said. "Not my first time being knocked out. I'll call you when I get back to Coral Haven."

"Alright." Shawn said. "Say hi to Marcus for me."

"Alright." Randall gave a polite smile, and starting up his car, he drove away with Shawn waving. When Randall was out of site, Shawn turned back to Lassiter. The two wouldn't hear from Randall or Marcus again until they got a wedding invitation six months later. However that was little to needless information Lassiter turned to face Shawn as Randall drove away.

"Station." Lassiter said.

"If we must." Shawn sighed a bit. He was glad it was over, but he was still freaked out he shot somebody, he kind of just wanted to go see his dad – which was odd.

"Kayla's doctor called, she'll be unconscious for while, but once she's awake she'll be ready for release and placed into custody." The Chief kept her voice steady, and everyone stood around her desk.

"Thank god." Gus added in. "She was becoming quite the pain."

"Seconded." Juliet agreed.

"I'm just happy she's going to be okay." Shawn said. "She'll serve her time, a very long time. She deserves it."

"Speaking of which." Lassiter said. "Chief, Shawn did shoot her. Are there any repercussions?"

The Chief leaned back in her chair; she appeared to be thinking long and hard. "Self defence."

"Say what now?" Shawn looked straight at the Chief. "Really?"

"I saw her make a move for Mr. Spencer, didn't you detective Lassiter?"

"She reached for her gun." Lassiter added in immediately.

"Shawn had no choice." Juliet nodded firmly.

"Guys." Shawn cut all of them off. "That's not how it happened."

"Oh yes it is." Gus used his 'don't mess this up' tone.

"So it's agreed then." The Chief didn't seem to want to address it. "Detective Lassiter will fill out an incident report and that'll be the end of it. Now everybody. Get out of my office."

Everyone nodded, and started to file out. Shawn being the last in line. As he got his first foot out the door the Chief stopped him.

"Mr. Spencer?"

Shawn turned. "Yeah?"

"You're welcome."

Shawn took a long breath, and smiled. "Thank you." He left her office, and his arm was grabbed by Lassiter who yanked him into a file room closing the door behind them. He gave Shawn a long, lingering kiss that Shawn melted into. His entire body reacted and he pushed into Lassiter wantonly. Sadly Lassiter ended the kiss just as soon as he started it.

"So I've been thinking." Lassiter said. "About, the whole – you not being psychic thing."

"Really?" Shawn froze in place. His confession was still a raw subject. He was afraid of what Lassiter was about to say. "Why?"

"Because." Lassiter said quietly. "I can't figure out why you chose to tell me."

"I needed to." Shawn said. "We're getting married after all – aren't we?" He never took off the ring.

"Absolutely!" Lassiter had no doubt in his mind he still wanted to marry Shawn. "But you know, I'm in the know now, and though I do have certain legal obligations...I haven't followed through."

Shawn blinked. "You haven't? W- why not?" Though he did wonder why no one had said anything.

"Because." Lassiter shrugged. "I decided that watching you dance around making the rookies look like fools? Oddly hot. You're just not allowed to do it to me anymore."

Shawn was shocked. Utterly shocked. Lassie – HIS Lassie was getting off on breaking the law? Shawn's face broke into a grin. "You're dirty."

"You love it." Lassiter grinned and pulled Shawn in for another kiss. A kiss Shawn was more than happy to give back.

Epilogue(5 Months Later/ Roaring Wedding Bells)

It was a wedding. The ceremony was small, only about 40 people having been invited. The church was quaint, but the reception hall was beautifully decorated with cerulean blue and yellow. Gus was still a shivering mess in his suit – he still couldn't believe it – he was married! Married! Married with a baby on the way!

"Calm down." Juliet put a hand on Gus' back. "It's happening, it's real." She gave a sweet laugh. Her wedding dress fit her like a dream, flowing lace sleeves that ended at the elbow, the bottom half extending into two small trains that rested perfectly along the skirt. The skirt being an ankle length and layered in more lace, the soft material making her look like she glided as she walked. The torso, fit her body nicely, shaping out her back and coming around to gently hug the 5 month bump Juliet currently carried.

"God you're beautiful." Gus had been telling her all day, and even though he had said it close to a million times, Juliet blushed every time.

"Stop it." She urged. "We still have a few hours before we can escape to the hotel."

"Right." Gus gave a playful grin before looking around. "Where IS Shawn?"

"Oh." Juliet said. "That's what I came over to say. His cell phone rang. He said he had to go, and that he'd back in soon."

"He left? !" Gus didn't sound happy. As soon as the words left his mouth, Gus heard a roar, followed by a loud purr, and suddenly he understood. "His bike's fixed."

"Come on." Juliet tugged on her new husband's sleeve. "Let's go see."

Gus followed Juliet out of the reception hall and wasn't surprised to see Shawn on his bike looking like he had just won the lottery. "Sorry buddy!" Shawn tried. "The phone rang, and it took forever to get all the parts! I was just so excited! I was only gone for a few minutes!"

"I know I know its fine." Gus said. He looked at the bike. "Wow -you can't even tell its been in a fire."

"I know!" Shawn was thrilled.

"Shawn!" Lassiter was coming out of the reception with Henry. "I can't believe you left me with your dad, he's already threatened me three times!"

"Deal with it." Henry quipped, he then regarded Shawn's bike. "Hey you got your bike back."

"Hell yeah I did!" Again Shawn was thrilled. He proved it by revving the engine. The bike came alive; it gave another load roar before coming down to a purr. Shawn looked very – very satisfied, like – he needed a cigarette and a cold shower satisfied.

Lassiter stopped in his tracks. It had been awhile since he'd seen Shawn on his bike. Needless to say, it was a bit hot. Lassiter tugged a bit uncomfortably on his collar.

"Ew." Was all Henry said when he noted the detectives reaction.

"Shawn." Juliet was fanning herself. "Small favour. Could you possibly - do that again?"

"O'Hara!" Lassiter snapped.

"Baby!" Gus' mouth hung open.

"Sorry." Juliet blushed. "Pregnancy hormones."

Lassiter and Gus both gawked at Jules, Shawn on the other hand just broke down into a fit of laughter. It was the first time in months anyone had really heard Shawn laughed like that. Shawn was happy; this meant that everything was back to normal.

"Hey guys, I bet if we got my bike to a field I could pop a mad wheely!"

"Absolutely not!" Lassiter and Henry barked at the same time.

This caused Gus and Jules to start laughing too. Everything was perfectly normal.

The End.