So here's a little 2-shot I did for fun. I wanted to try something in the 2nd person and I've always wondered what must have been running through Shawn and Juliet's minds in this scene. Hope you enjoy it! Please review and tell me what you thought! :) Oh and check out my other story while you're at it! lol

The moment you get to the station you know you need to leave again. The chief gave you the night off, telling you that there were plenty of officers that would love to deal with Yang. That's no problem to you. You'd like to get away from that crazy as quickly as possible. But as soon as you sit down in your car all you can think about it how hard that must have been for him. How as a result of him being an amazing help to the police his mom was taken and almost killed.

And you think about the side of him that you saw today. All of the normal smirky smart-alek Shawn-ness was gone today. He only joked a little, and you know that that was only to relieve the tension of what was happening in his own mind. You've always suspected that that's why he jokes, to relieve the tension that he doesn't like feeling, but today there was really no way to lighten anyone's mood. And so today he was serious.

You've always thought that you and Shawn wouldn't work together. Not because he isn't funny and charming, but because he's too funny and too charming. You couldn't see him comforting you after you had an especially emotionally-scaring day in the line of duty. You could only see him cracking some joke and moving on, trying to put away the situation. And you know you couldn't live with someone like that. You couldn't date or marry someone like that. But the side of Shawn you saw today made you realize that Shawn wouldn't push you off. He would comfort you. And he would know the right thing to say to make you smile again.

By the time you've thought all this through you're at the Drive-in. You don't even know if he's here, but you leave your jacket on the front seat of your car and you pull your hair out of its bun. You figure if he's not here you can just sit outside for a while and collect your thoughts. And maybe you can talk to him tomorrow.

But he is there, standing inside, putting straws in drinks with that little furrow in his brow that you find to be strangely attractive. He looks like a kid right now, and you find that strangely attractive too. Surprise flashes across his face as he catches sight of you. You'll curse yourself later for not realizing that the other drink was not for Gus, but for now, you walk toward him, heart racing, every muscle in your body screaming "what are you doing?" You ignore them and step up to meet his eye line.

"Jules?" And you smile inwardly that he has his own name for you, a name that no one else has ever called you. "What are you doing here?" You hardly hear him mumble something about having to fit Yang with a straitjacket and iron mask with face grill. You're trying to work up the courage to say what needs to be said.

"Something tells me there's an entire precinct of officers bidding on that job right now." You quote the line the chief said to you just a few minutes ago at the station when she told you to go home.

"Uh…can I interest you in a Neco wafer?" He grabs one off of his tray and you feel obliged to put him out of his awkward misery. You finally speak.

"Shawn, can you just not talk for a few seconds?" He picks up the tray as you say it and you wonder for a moment if he needs to go somewhere. But again, you figure he's here with Gus, and Gus can wait for what you have to say. He doesn't exactly answer so you just keep talking. "Look, I just wanted to tell you that what you did today…" you falter, "I mean…I can't imagine being able to function at that level while your mom was…you know…." How do you tell him that you think the level of commitment he showed to his family today was really…well…attractive? He has a completely unreadable expression on his face, one that you've never seen him wear but you think you might be making him re-live the day's events. And you definitely don't want to hurt him. Not right now especially. So you change the subject.

"I am…clearly not as good with words as you are…." You know it's true. He flirts with you every day and he's asked you out several times without any quiver in his voice and for you to just admit once that you like him takes everything in you. "And um…" you move closer to him, "I know that things between us have been…a little complicated." That's an understatement. You've been fighting your feelings for him since the beginning. Again his expression is unreadable. "And that there have been some mixed signals, mostly from me with regards to the time that we spend together outside of the line of duty." You really hope he gets where this rambling is going.

And then he interrupts you. "Look Jules, y –"

But you cut him off again. Once he starts talking you know you'll never be able to finish. "Shawn, please, just let me finish stumbling through this; I'm almost done, I promise." You're staring into the popcorn now, scared to meet his eye line.

You take a deep breath and quickly collect your thoughts. Then you look up into his confused beautiful hazel eyes. "What I'm saying, is that I think maybe the best things, the richest things, aren't supposed to come easily. And that sometimes the moments that make the most sense happen when everything else doesn't. And, well," you're taking the tray out of his hands, putting it down on the counter. You're heart is pounding and you wonder what you're doing. Subconsciously you know that you're giving him room to lean in when you kiss him. And that scares you more than anything. "I think you deserve more than popcorn tonight." Everything has been said. And yet he still doesn't speak. He just looks at you, this amazed expression on his face. And you speak once again, spurred on by his eyes. You take another step toward him now that the tray has been moved and stare at him, a new courage making you stronger. "So why don't you let me take you to dinner."

And now that it's his turn to speak your courage fades. He looks away and your heart starts pounding furiously. What is he doing?

"Detective O'Hara, are you asking me out on a date?" And now you see that stupid smirk plastered back on his face and the twinkle in his eyes that you haven't seen there since early this morning. You are unfazed.

"I am," you nod. "A proper one." You are smiling. This is the part where he says 'It's about time' and kisses you right there in the middle of the Drive-in café. But he doesn't.

Instead he laughs quietly and whispers, "Wow. I cannot believe this." You still just think he's being Shawn and you laugh happily, but you wish he would kiss you. "All this time, and, your timing is just awful."

Your smile drops in a moment and your heart skips a beat. He's making fun of you. He's saying no. Why is he saying no? "It is?" You're starting to panic again.

"Yeah, it's just dreadful." He's still grinning and now it's scaring you, not making you feel better.

"What?" You're getting frustrated and you wish he would just explain himself.

"Yeah, I can't go to dinner with you Jules. I'm already on a date." And your heart explodes. You will him to be joking but there is no hint of a joke in his eyes. And that's when you realize that the second cup was for a girl, not for Gus.

"You are? Here?" At the place your mother was almost just murdered? You have forgotten that you wanted him to kiss you in this place, all you can think is that he's already over it, already back to normal. He doesn't need to be your charity case and he doesn't want to talk about what has happened tonight.

"Yeah, right…right now." The awkwardness of the situation has finally caught up to him and his eyes are darting around the room. "It's weird, it's weird, it's a little weird, but uh…yeah." He isn't meeting your eyes. He's staring awkwardly at the floor. "With Abigail," he adds, as if you have the right to know. You're the one who's crashing his date for goodness sakes.

"The one who got away," you repeat, almost to yourself. You knew there was something going on there when you met her at the reunion. She seemed nice and you could tell that she really liked him. And he had asked her out. A sudden thought strikes you. Does that mean he had given up on you?

"Yeah." He swallows and you take a deep breath. You need to leave. You need to let him go back to her. But in a completely unplanned, impulsive reaction you lean forward and kiss his cheek. You unload all of your emotion there and pull back, painfully aware of how stiff his body has grown. His eyes are closed when you pull back and you can almost read the struggle going on inside him. You decide to resolve it for him.

"Get out there." He opens his eyes, surprised at what you have just said. You turn to go. "She's not going to wait forever." You walk away, taking deep breaths as you go. It's over.

But his voice calls that name again, that name he made up just for you. "Jules!" And you spin around, fully expecting him to say he had changed his mind, part of you wanting him to and part of you wanting to be faithful to his commitment to Abigail for the night. "I am so sorry," he says and that part that wants him to change his mind gets excited. But there's still a battle raging in that head and he pulls a typical Shawn move and adds, "for snapping at you earlier." You've completely forgotten about it in the moment, but you're glad that he apologized, even if it wasn't what you wanted him to say.

"I know," you tell him. You wonder if this is his way of getting back at you for all the times you have rejected him, but his eyes are as sad as yours are. This has been a hard enough night for him already without this inward struggle and so you leave without another word. But you hope he got your message, the code you gave him just a few moments ago.

You're not going to wait forever.