"I know this is hard," Chief Vick said as she sat at her desk. "We're ready to take the call when it comes in. There's nothing more we can do."
"It's my fault," Shawn paced as he tapped his phone against his chest nervously. He could only look at the floor. He had acted like nothing bad would happen. Why was that the one thing he assumed? He should have known that Yin would do something in his favor rather than something in theirs. He should have known when Juliet went into the bar on her own, where they couldn't see her. He should have known when that loud music came on, so they couldn't hear her.
"Damn it, Spencer, this is not your fault," Vick got up from her chair and looked Shawn in the eyes. "Detective O'Hara was my responsibility. That tunnel wasn't on any of the schematics and the son of a bitch knew it. There's no way we could have known."
Shawn noticed how she emphasized the word "we". Was she talking about the actual police force? That wouldn't include him. Did she know what he was thinking? Maybe. But he felt that admitting his thoughts would make everyone understand.
"Unless you're a psychic," He stated dryly, just before his father walked in.
"Shawn, I just spoke with your mother," Henry said with his phone in his hand. "I wanted her to know that you were safe. She's fine. She's at a hotel in New York at a conference. I told her to stay put."
"Shawn," Gus's voice pulled Shawn's attention away from the thoughts of his mother and their first encounter with Yang. "Doesn't Abigail get in tonight?"
Suddenly, he remembered the date circled in red. February 24th. Why hadn't he remembered? He had to go get her.
"Oh my god," His eyes widened. "What time is it?"
"It's almost one," Lassiter still sat at the table with Gus, waiting for news about Juliet.
"Her flight gets in half an hour," He began to leave the office.
"We can't afford to let you go," Vick's sudden thoughts stopped him. "Shawn, what happens if a call comes in and we need to be somewhere halfway across the city in eleven minutes?"
"I have to pick her up," Shawn shook his head. He couldn't protect Juliet, but he'd be damned if he wasn't allowed to protect his girlfriend.
"Don't worry," Vick seemed to have other plans for him. "We'll send someone to get her. Someone she knows. McNab!"
"No, you don't understand, I need to get her," Shawn practically ran to the door. "I need to protect her."
He sprinted through the police station. He had already swiped Gus's keys, when they had come back to wait for a call. There was no way he could pick Abigail up on his motorcycle, anyway. He opened the car door quickly and slammed it shut, locking it as soon as possible. Gus and Henry had already come out after him, but he just started the car.
He pulled out of the parking lot as people yelled at him to come back. He didn't care.
Shawn had to get her.
He sat in an uncomfortable metal chair. He checked his watch, which he had left in the car earlier.
1:29 AM. She should be getting there soon. Just a few minutes...
Five minutes later, he saw her emerge from the small crowd around the luggage area.
"Hey, Abs," Shawn grinned when he saw her. Was her hair slightly darker? Maybe. But the thing that mattered most was that she was here. With him.
"Hi, Shawn," She pulled him into a tight hug. As she pulled out, she gave him the most beautiful smile.
They then walked out into the parking garage. There weren't any other cars in the lot, so there must have been a lot of people pulled up out front.
"How was Uganda?" He asked as he loaded her bags into the trunk of Gus's car. She proceeded to get into the passenger's seat.
"It was rich," Abigail replied. "You should come sometime, it's a must-see."
"Maybe," He smiled back. It was good to know he could be there with her. It almost made him forget what was happening.
He slid into the seat next to her.
"Abigail, there's something you should know," He sighed, looking down. "We're going to have to go to the police station. Right now. Something's happened..."
Suddenly he felt a prick in his neck.
"It's...Juliet..." His eyebrows furrowed. Was he sleepy? Of course he was tired, they'd been up for a while, but he could stay up forever for Juliet. Why was it getting harder to talk?
"Shawn?" Abigail asked in concern. "Are you okay?"
His head fell to the steering wheel.
He was vaguely aware of the car horn blaring and some screaming.
Then there was nothing.