Juliet woke with a slight weight across her stomach. She looked down, confused to find Shawn's hand splayed from his body across her own. Her face taking on an amused expression she intermingled her fingers with his, lightly tracing the lines on his palm. A loud knock cut through the near silence of the apartment, (for someone who practically leaked vitality during the day Shawn slept remarkably quiet.) After a glance at the clock showed the time to be 3:16 AM Juliet sighed, knowing better then to attempt to wake him. Instead, she gently lifted his hand, placed it by his side and extracted herself from the bed. She grabbed her gun from the bedside table and placed it in the waistband of the grey shorts she was wearing along with Shawn's green Apple Jacks t-shirt. Shawn tended to know a lot of "interesting" people but you could never be too careful. She made her way through the oddities of his apartment to the door. She turned the knob and opened the door to reveal a large figure wearing a mask and dark clothes that matched the darkness of the night. She grasped the handle just as she heard a sharp release of sound. She caught a fleeting view of the carpet as she fought against the black that threatened to consume her and sunk into oblivion.

(About 3 hours later)

She let out a small groan as she opened her eyes to sunlight drifting in through the window and warming her skin. As she sat up she realized that she was not in fact in bed but lying sprawled on her side in front of the door. She jerked to a stand as her disorientation fled to be replaced by panic. Taking a deep breath she switched her mind to cop mode trying to conjure a rational thought. What was the motive? Why knock her out to just leave her there? What the point, the objective? Realization slammed into her gut as her legs sprinted towards the bedroom; carry the rest of her body with her as if an afterthought. "Shawn!" she practically screeched, waiting for the mumbled whine about her waking him this early. It didn't come. She halted in the doorway as she saw the room was void of any living being. The silence seemed to surround her as she sank to the floor, supported by the doorframe, gazing intently at the place where he was, where he should be.