A/N: Hello all… it's been a couple months…

I AM SO SORRY! This has been half written for the longest time and I can't apologize enough. Don't take it personally though, I haven't been on Fanfiction in months, it's unbelievable. I posted this because you guys deserve the epilogue I promised and before I hop back on the FF bandwagon I wanted to have this done. For anyone who read this story and still cares, this is for you. I'm sorry, but I'm pretty happy with the way this turned out! The good thing was, it was only the epilogue that was being delayed in posting so at least you all knew how the big parts of the story wrapped up! Like if anyone died or anything…

But I could kill them off now.

…wat.

Hey you never know! ;)

Gus parked his car outside of the familiar building of the Santa Barbara Police Department. It had been nearly 24 hours since they had escaped from the asylum and been admitted to the hospital. Gus had a slightly fractured wrist and was given a small cast for it. Shawn had a mild concussion and was given a brace for his knee, which was causing him a lot of pain. The hospital wanted to keep Shawn all day to make sure he didn't have a more serious head injury and Gus had stayed with him the entire time. Henry had been there for a while, but later returned to work.

It was 11 o'clock the next night when the hospital finally told Shawn he could go home. But Shawn insisted that Gus take him to the police station to check up on the case. He hadn't heard anything from the department and he wanted to know what was going on.

Gus turned to his friend. "It's midnight and we're at the police station, are you sure you want to stop?"

"Yes, Gus!" Shawn said persistently. "I have heard zip from anyone about the case and I want to know what's happened."

"Everyone knows the dude's a psychopath, I think it's a fair assumption to say they've arrested him and he's going to jail for a very long time."

"If that was the case then it would all be over and people would've been at my bedside with flowers and pineapples a long time ago. Something's up, I know it."

"Fine," Gus said unbuckling his seatbelt. "I thought I was the one that worried."

"I'm not worried I'm merely concerned," Shawn said getting out of the car.

"They mean the same thing Shawn, don't you own a thesaurus?"

"What is that, a dinosaur?"

"Nevermind Shawn. Forget it."

Even with one leg injured, Shawn still kept his eager, spirited stride and lighthearted smile as the two walked into the police station. Gus felt a rush of endless gratitude toward his best friend and whatever higher power that had allowed Shawn to stay with him after that terrifying jump. Spotting Juliet, Shawn hobbled over with more energy than most people would care to do when their leg wasn't causing them pain.

"Jules!" Shawn greeted as he approached her.

She looked up from the papers she was spilling herself over and her jaw dropped as she took in the sight of Shawn in front of her.

"Shawn?"

"I prefer Billy Bobbity-Boopenhiemer, but it just doesn't seem to be catching on."

"You got out of the hospital so fast! We figured you'd be in there for longer than this." She looked him over up and down as if to make certain he wasn't wearing a hospital gown because he'd escaped from the attention of proper medical care. Then she launched in to the questions. "So how are you? Does it hurt? What did the doctors say? Why are you here at this time of night anyway?"

"Swell. No. They asked if I had health insurance. Because I sensed something was amiss and no hospital can contain this – " He touched his middle finger and thumb to his temple and raised one side of his lip. "Not even the earthquake resistant ones." Juliet just looked at him.

"I can also sense that you haven't left since you arrived here to take our bad guy in last night," he went on. "And that the file you're pouring over is our case and if you don't mind, I'd just like to take a little looksie – " Juliet made a defensive move and turned the papers away from him with urgency. Shawn raised an eyebrow.

She relented and her expression turned guilty. "I'm sorry Shawn. I'm not going to just give you this. I'll explain. We were hoping this would wait till morning – we weren't expecting you." She ran a hand across her face.

"Jules," he said, gentler this time, "what is it?"

She made a motion for them to follow her as they went down the stairs toward the interrogation rooms. Shawn gave Gus a look that the faux-psychic would've called "concerned".

They entered the observing room to watch the people in interrogation room A. There were only three: Lassiter, a uniformed cop, and Ingham.

"Juliet – " Gus said looking back and forth between her and the interrogation room, "what is that guy still doing walking around in civilian clothes?"

"Can't find an orange jumpsuit in size extra-extra crazy?" Shawn suggested with a small, sad smile, though it was easy to see in his eyes that he didn't need psychic powers to grasp the reality.

"I was thinking more along the lines of a strait jacket," Gus said disbelievingly.

She looked at them helplessly. "Carlton will be out any minute. He can help explain."

"Why can't you answer us?" Gus said, bordering on angry now. Lassiter chose that moment to stand up suddenly from his chair and run a hand across his face the way his partner had done just moments before. He exited the interrogation room without looking back and joined them in the observation room.

"O'Hara – " he started before he noticed Shawn and Gus. "What are you two doing here?" he said with a blank look on his face.

"I missed you Lassieface," Shawn said turning toward him. "Those hospital people weren't much fun, and they didn't appreciate my inane references like I know you do way deep down."

The detective looked to his partner as if she was the one responsible. She just shrugged and said, "They found me. What was I supposed to do?"

Shawn looked between them. "What – what's the matter you guys were hiding from us?" He offered a weak laugh but there was still a trace of hurt and "concern" that was obvious.

Lassiter took a deep breath. "Spencer…" he started, "there's no easy way to say this. Ingham's charges won't stick. The only people that could be sent away are his accomplices who we have solid evidence on. The only firm proof we have on Ingham is that he used voodoo and other supernatural means on his victims. And that just won't hold up in court. This guy was smarter than we thought. There's virtually no way the charges will stick."

Gus was purely shocked. The man who had ripped someone very important from his life so many years ago and had almost succeeded in taking another, was going to walk away from this?

Shawn on the other hand, looked passive. In fact, he'd seen Henry get more upset losing a fish on one of their failed father-son fishing trips.

"This is ridiculous!" Gus exclaimed. "You've got to send him away! For life! Where he can't destroy any more lives! Do it now, I don't care what you charge him with, do something!"

"Gus, calm down," Juliet reasoned. "We tried everything, we're sorry."

"No you haven't tried everything! There's got to be something you can stick him with! He's a psychopath for God's sake!"

"That's exactly the problem," Lassiter said. "They've diagnosed him so mentally unstable that when he admitted to the crimes, he couldn't be held responsible for what he was saying."

"So…arson?"

All three of them looked over to Shawn who'd they'd nearly forgotten was with them.

"What?" Lassiter said.

"Arson. How did you arrive at arson?"

"I – we weren't even going to tell you about the possibility until we were positive the charges would stick. We just uncovered information about Ingham's house that had been insured all those years everyone thought it was abandoned. Ingham had almost no money in the bank and we're looking closer. How do you know?"

Shawn used his repeated explanation of lifting his fingers to his temple, although the action seemed much less enthusiastic than usual.

"Well I'm positive you're positive the charges will stick after you go upstairs. You'll know for sure and then you can tell me."

They were all still staring at Shawn in bewilderment when Gus went off again.

"Arson! A murderer caught on arson! That's almost as funny as Al Capone and tax fraud! I'm sure it's not enough to get him sent away for more than a few hours right?"

"He could be looking at a mental hospital and years –"

"Arson! I can't believe this!"

That's when Shawn stepped up. "Come on Gus, let's split." He pulled his friend lightly by the arm out of the interrogation room. Gus obeyed, even in his angry state.

They left the station without a word, and when they were finally in the car, looking out at the black night in front of them, Gus turned to Shawn.

"How did you know about the arson charges?"

Shawn gave a small smile without making eye contact. "Remember that germaphobic arson lady from way back when? Yeah I saw her strutting around looking all triumphant. You might not have recognized her, she's blonde now, much better color. I would've said hi but I didn't want that awkward hero/damsel in distress atmosphere feelings in the workplace again."

"Right. And how are you not infuriated by this? You know what that guy did just as much as I do."

Shawn shrugged. "You win some, you lose some, but you know what the best part is?"

"What?"

"You win some."

Okay so no one died like I tried to make you think. Cheers to those who thought I was serious, I do love gullible people!

Well, thanks to those who took the time to read that last bit of this story! I know it wasn't worth the wait because I don't think any chapter is work that long of a wait, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway! Oh, and to anybody who knows the name of the arson inspector I mentioned from Earth, Wind, and Wait For It will get bonus points! (you'll all get bonus points. I have no idea what her name is, tell me anything and you'll be right)

The next thing I'm planning on writing is probably something Shassie that's being discussed with others, so if that's not you're thing, I just wanted to let you know! Thanks again and I promise to be better!

I'm asking way too much, but if you have the time, reviews make me happy!