This story takes place after the end of the show. For the sake of the story, even though this takes place about fourteen years in the future, there won't be any futuristic gadgets and such. Since this is post-season, all story acres will be spoiled. Please enjoy!

Juliet's leg bounced up and down. She kept telling herself everything was fine, but she knew it wasn't. Her thirteen-year-old daughter, Andi, sat at the piano. The music she played was soft and sweet, probably meant to calm her, but Juliet knew it was just a distraction. Andi would drowned her sorrows in music. Piano playing was her way of keeping busy. Juliet wished she could play. It occurred to her that she had no idea where Andi got her musical talent from. No one else in their family played an instrument. Oh well, that didn't matter right now.

Andi reached the end of the song. She closed the piano lid and turned to face her mother. Juliet looked her daughter over. Andi was so much like her father. She had the same hazel eyes and brown hair, which she kept cut at chin length. She had her father's memory, but only when she wanted to. She could remember anything she wanted to remember, but if she had no desire to remember it, she couldn't. Juliet smiled at her daughter, trying to be brave, "He's probably just running late."

Andi didn't look convinced, but she nodded. She was also very observant. Juliet had talked Shawn into doing some training with their kids, since they both had shown a capability with it. Shawn had warned her she might regret it one day. Today was that day. Andi was reading her like an open book.

A bang sounded from upstairs as a door opened. A few seconds later a blond head with piercing blue eyes appeared at the top of the stairs, "Is Dad home yet?"

"No," Andi shouted back. Xavier, their nine-year-old son, disappeared back into his room. The house became quiet again. Juliet drummed her fingers nervously. She felt like she should do something. But what? It hadn't been forty-eight hours. It hadn't been twenty-four hours. In fact, it hadn't even been one hour. The clock over the mantle chimed. Ok, it had been one hour. Hardly long enough to panic. Except, it was one hour after Juliet expected him home, not one hour after he said he would be home. That had been two hours ago. But Juliet had allowed for him to be late. She had expected it even. She had already called him six times on his cell phone and four times at the Psych office.

Juliet stood up and grabbed her coat, purse, and keys, "Andi, I 'm going over to your dad's office. I want you and Xavier to stay here."

Andi nodded.

Juliet had her hand on the knob, but paused. She bit her lip. She was probably being paranoid, and she didn't want to freak the kids out. Still, with the cases she and Shawn had been working...

"I want you to use pineapple protocol," Juliet said. Saying the name almost made her smile. Shawn had insisted they use that name. He and Juliet had devised the plan as soon as Andi was old enough to stay home alone. It meant the kids would cover all windows, lock and dead-bolt the doors, and go into the secret room in the master bedroom. They wanted to make sure their kids would be safe by themselves since both Shawn and Juliet had had people break into their houses.

Andi nodded and followed her mom to the door. Juliet opened it and turned to Andi before leaving. She hugged her and kissed the top of her head, "Turn on the security system after I leave. Keep your phone with you. Call me if anything happens."

"I will," Andi replied softly.

Juliet left the house, pausing outside until she heard the dead-bolt set. She climbed into her car and headed towards the Psych office. As she drove, she pulled out her phone to call Gus. It rang twice before he picked up, "Hello?"

"Gus? This is Juliet. Have you seen Shawn recently?"

"No. The last time I saw him was when I left the Psych office about three hours ago. Why? Is something wrong?"

Juliet could hear the panic in Gus's voice, "I don't know. He hasn't come home yet. I'm heading to the Psych office right now."

"I'll meet you there," Gus stated before hanging up.

Juliet put her phone down, a small smile playing across her face. Gus and Shawn were really close. She was glad he had moved to San Francisco with Shawn. Over the years, she and had grown fairly close to him as well. She felt a little better knowing he would be at the office with her.

She arrived at the office to find the blinds and door closed and the lights out. It didn't look promising. Until she saw the parking lot. She sat frozen in her car, staring out the window. She was so absorbed in it, that she jumped when Gus tapped on the passenger window. She rolled it down and looked over at him.

He gave her a sympathetic look. He had seen it too. The only other vehicle in the parking lot was the dark blue minivan that Shawn drove.

Juliet got out of the car and followed Gus up to the door. It was locked. Gus pulled his key out and unlocked. They both entered the office slowly. Juliet's heart was pounding. Gus flipped the lights on, and Juliet could have fainted in relief when she saw the office was empty. It seemed silly in retrospect to think they would find Shawn's body. What killer looked the door on the way out?

She and Gus took a quick look around but it seemed clear from the way Shawn's desk had been slightly tidied up, that Shawn had left the office, locking the door behind him. Unfortunately, that meant that something had happened between the front door and the car.

They locked the office again, and Gus walked over to the van. Juliet started to follow, but had noticed something odd on the ground just outside the door. She bent down to get a closer look and had a sudden flash of deja vu.

"What are you playing with over there?" Juliet called to her partner.

"It's blood," he said looking up at her. Their eyes met, the conclusion reaching them just as it reached Gus.

"Oh my gosh. Shawn's been shot!"

It's not just like that, Juliet tried to tell herself. This is different. This blood doesn't have to be Shawn's. But she couldn't shake the horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something had happened to Shawn.