THE SOUND OF SIRENS FADING...

Summary: You think of crime, fire, injury, pain. You think of Shawn.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Psych.

You hear the sound of far off sirens and your stomach clenches automatically. Your mind jumps to every possible scenario.

You think of crime, fire, injury, pain. You think of screeching metal and hospital rooms.

You think of Shawn and his damn motorcycle.

Let it not be Shawn.

It's always on your mind. He says it's safe, he says he's a good rider – but you know better. You know it doesn't matter.

There's always the chance.

The sound of the fading sirens makes your head whirl and your heart race. You think of an excuse – any excuse at all – to call him. You need to be sure.

"Yeah, Shawn? I just wanted to make sure we were still on for dinner this week."

"Yes, Dad. I already promised you." He sounds annoyed and in a hurrry.

You try not to be mad. He doesn't know that every time you hear those wailing sirens, you think of him. He doesn't know that every time you hear an ambulance or a firetruck or a cop car, you think of him. He doesn't know how hard it is to not worry.

He doesn't need to know.

You wish he'd give up the bike. You wish he wouldn't be so reckless while on cases. But he won't listen to you. He's too damn stubborn, and, to be perfectly honest, it doesn't surprise you.

He is your son, after all.

The noise of the sirens disappear into the distance, and you can only hope that the next time you hear them, Shawn will still be safe.

You can only pray that the sirens won't one day make your world come crashing down around you.

A/N: Reviews greatly appreciated.