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So here's an update. I had to update soon so you guys wouldn't kill me. And this one does NOT end in a cliffie.
And also, I've created an account on FictionPress. I haven't posted anything yet (stupid 3 day waiting limit) but for the record, you can find the link to my profile on FP by clicking the 'Hompage' link on my FF account. I'll be posting some original fiction there soon so please, check it out!
Juliet screamed as she stared into the eyes of the large stranger behind her. He was a large black man, who looked about forty. He looked angry.
The man jerked, as if about to strike Juliet. Using her cop reflexes, she punched him as hard as she could right in the nose. He screamed and stumbled back, falling to the ground, his nose clearly broken. Blood was gushing out of his broken nose, and the man was groaning in pain.
“Shawn!” Juliet called in panic. She didn’t quite know who the man was, but she didn’t want to do anything drastic like put him in handcuffs (or break his nose, but it was a little late for that…). “Shawn!”
“Jules, who was that?” Shawn called from downstairs. As Juliet came down the stairs, she saw Shawn with Lassiter and McNabb behind him. “I heard two screams. One sounded like you, and the other one was more manly. Although if it was you, I’m not trying to judge you or anything, but you might want to get your vocal chords –”
“Shawn, there’s a man was upstairs!” Juliet said as she ran downstairs.
“What?” Shawn, Lassiter and McNabb all asked at once.
“I thought we were alone in here!” Shawn said, running upstairs with Juliet, Lassiter and McNabb close behind him.
“So did I,” Juliet said. When they reached the top of the stairs, Juliet led them to the sci-fi section. “There he…” Juliet trailed off as she saw that the man was no longer there. “This is… where’d he go?”
“O’Hara, if you just left him here, he probably ran away!” Lassiter criticized. “If there even was anyone here…”
“Oh there was someone here,” Shawn said. “And they were bleeding for some reason…”
Upon looking more closely, the others saw a few drops of blood on the floor. “Yeah, I did that,” Juliet said, half guiltily and half proud of herself.
“Well if there was someone here, where did he go?” asked McNabb.
“And how do we even know he was a criminal?” Lassiter asked. “He could have just been some poor fool that got stuck in the library like you two.”
“I’m sure we would have seen him before then. Unless he was hiding,” Juliet commented.
“Well I guess we should look for him before we leave,” Shawn stated. Lassiter and McNabb agreed, Lassiter suggesting that they split up and search the library separately. Juliet reluctantly agreed, not excited about the idea. Walking around the library alone hadn’t been going well for her before, but she was a cop, she could handle it.
Thankfully, she encountered nothing in her search of the history and romance sections (except for a particularly interesting novel that she decided she would have to check out later). She returned to the area at the bottom of the stairs where everyone was waiting for her.
“I found nothing,” she reported.
“Me too,” Lassiter said.
“Same here,” McNabb said.
“Ditto,” Shawn said. “Maybe we should look more into this later, I’m sure Gus is worried about me. And someone has to give my Dad the bad news that I’m still alive.”
“Yeah, O’Hara, we’ll look more into this when we come back to investigate the murder. For now, let’s go back to the station. We have a car outside.”
“Okay, I guess,” Juliet said quietly. She and the other cops walked out the door of the library (Lassiter and McNabb must have removed the fallen tree somehow when they arrived) and into the roar of the storm. She walked to the police car parked outside, quickly getting in the back seat so as to get out of the rain. Shawn joined her in the back while Lassiter and McNabb sat in the front.
“Don’t worry Jules, I’ll find the guy that attacked you,” Shawn declared heroically once the car was in motion. Juliet smiled.
“He didn’t attack me Shawn,” Juliet said.
“And you’re not coming back Spencer,” Lassiter added. “O’Hara and I will be investigating the murder at the library tomorrow, assuming the storm has died down.”
“What? Come on, I was getting close!” Shawn protested. “Jules, if you say I can go, I can go, right?”
“Uh, the Chief would have to –”
“Just tell her you need psychic help. Please,” Shawn pleaded, sticking out his bottom lip.
“That’s not fair,” Juliet thought.
“I don’t see what the harm would be,” Juliet said out loud, more to Lassiter than Shawn. Lassiter rolled his eyes while Shawn smiled triumphantly.
“The lip always works,” he said to himself.
“What was that?” Juliet asked, already knowing exactly what he said.
“Nothing.”
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