The Balcony Scene

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve- Goodnight Moon - Go Radio

Shawn and Juliet rode to Psych together in her little green Bug. Juliet kept glancing across the car at her boyfriend who was still being oddly quiet.

“You okay, honey?” she asked when they were almost half-way there and Shawn still hadn’t spoken.

“Yeah, sorry sweetheart I’m kind of distracted. I just hate that I can’t think of who would be doing this to us. It’s just not clicking. I’m used to things clicking for me.” he said looking frustrated.

Juliet patted his hand in a consoling manner. “You’ll figure it out. You always do. I believe in you, Shawn.” she reassured him.

“Actually, there was one case that I never cracked. Well, I cracked it but we never caught the guy. It was during my time in Atlanta working with the police department there. There was this serial rapist/murderer. He was smart...like really smart. He only went after one type of….OHMIGOD turn the car around. Get to the SBPD, now. I’ll call the guys and tell them we’ll be late.” Shawn said excitedly, his eyes alight for the first time since the play. He finally had that fire back in him.

“Robert Blakeley only killed blonde Caucasian women between 5’3 and 5’6. Girls that fit the description of his girlfriend that he killed. One day he just up and murdered his girlfriend of two years, after raping her. He always strangles them too. It’s his M.O. After that he went on finding, dating, raping, and killing them. That was three years ago. I think he’s calling me out with those messages. He must have missed our little game.” Shawn growled, his eyes flashing dangerously. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to let this bastard touch you. Not ever.” he said suddenly as though he were just becoming aware that she was in the car with him.

“I can…” she started but gave up knowing that it wasn’t going to do her any good.

She pulled into the station and helped Shawn out. He stubbornly made his way up the steps without help. He busted through the double doors using his good shoulder.

“Robert Blakeley is the guy we’ve been looking for. He’s a serial killer and a rapist. The worst of the worst from Atlanta. He strangles his victims after taking advantage of them. All of the women he does this to fit the description of Detective O’Hara. The lovely detective and I are his latest targets. He’s trying to get to me through her. I was on his trail during my time in the Peach state. He’s armed, dangerous, and has a grudge against the cops. Be careful you guys.” Shawn turned around and went right back out the way he had come in.

“TO PSYCH!!!!” he told her in a falsely cheery voice

“You’re insane.” Juliet told him with a light laugh as she buckled him in.

“I know.” he answered with a kiss. “But that’s why you love me.” Juliet laughed again before sliding into her own seat.

“GET OUT!!!!” he bellowed as he ripped his sling off and threw himself out of the car as Juliet did the same in the opposite direction.

“Juliet!! Are you okay?!” he shouted, fear evident in his voice. ”There’s a bomb underneath the car.” he told her, his breathing ragged.

“How do you know?” she asked her eyes wide.

“I can smell it. Go and tell the guys to call the bomb squad.”

“Smell it? Oh, fine. I’ll be right back.” Juliet nodded. Shawn stood up and leaned against a panda (police car, cuz they’re both black and white) cradling his already injured shoulder. The fall had hurt a lot more than he wanted.

Juliet jogged down the stairs by three or four officers and Chief Vick.

“What now, Spencer?” she asked looking exasperated.