"Ugh," Shawn grumbled when he heard a knock on the door. He was so not in the mood to see people. "Coming," He called to the door as he turned off the television.

Slowly, Shawn pulled himself off the couch. He made his way towards the door as fast as he could while still avoiding the minefield of garbage scattered around his best friend's apartment.

When Shawn finally opened the door, he was surprised to find that no one was standing in the hall. "What the?" He stepped out into the hallway and glanced to the left. No one. But when he looked to the right…

"Jules?" Somehow Shawn managed to keep the shock out of his voice. Sure enough, there was Juliet O'Hara a good fifteen feet down the hall, getting further every second as she made a hasty retreat.

At the sound of her name, Juliet stopped. Shawn saw her shoulders tense, then relax as she took a deep breath.

"Hey, Shawn," Her voice sounded small as she turned to face him.

The two stood staring at each other from across the hall for a moment. Shawn desperately hoped that the conflicting emotions raging inside of him weren't visible to Juliet.

He cleared his throat. "What, Jules, are you ding-dong-ditching now? That's so 1987," Shawn joked half-heartedly.

"No, um, I came to see you," Juliet told him.

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so were you planning on ringing the doorbell, running and hiding, and then looking at me from afar? I've got to admit, Jules, that's pretty creepy." Though he said the words jokingly, no humor was present in Shawn's voice.

Blush crept up the detective's cheeks as she realized how strange the situation seemed.

"Sorry, I just didn't think you'd be too keen on seeing me right now. I guess I chickened out," Juliet said embarrassedly.

"Don't be ridiculous, Jules. What would make you think that?" Shawn somehow managed to sound genuinely curious and sarcastic at the same time.

She scanned him head to toe before answering, taking in his shabby appearance, his pajamas, scruffy hair, and five-o-clock shadow. "Well you never told me you were out of the hospital."

"Well you never visited," Shawn shot back. His voice had a sharp edge that betrayed his hurt and anger.

Juliet shifted from one foot to the other awkwardly. "I was busy," She told him quietly.

Shawn stared at her for a moment, his keen eyes seemed to penetrate her exterior and read the thoughts in the innermost recesses of her mind.

"Oh, yeah. Yes, of course. You were busy. I get it. Don't worry about it. Well, thanks for stopping by. Tell Lassie I say hi," He said quickly, heading back into the apartment.

Juliet hurried forward in alarm. "No, Shawn, wait," She called to him. When he didn't stop, she sprinted towards him and stuck her foot in the doorway to keep the apartment door open.

"Move your foot, Jules."

"No."

"Juliet. Move your foot."

"No, Shawn. I want to talk to you."

Juliet saw a fire spring up in his eyes.

"Oh! Wait, now you want to talk? That's funny, because I'm pretty sure you haven't wanted to talk for, oh, I don't know, a month? But that doesn't matter anymore because now you do," Shawn cried angrily.

Juliet was shocked to silence. She had never seen Shawn like this.

"What are you waiting for? You say you want to talk, let's talk!" Shawn threw open the door and swung an arm around, indicating that she was free to enter the apartment. He was practically shouting.

"I am so sorry," Juliet's whisper somehow seemed infinitely louder than Shawn's shout. She stood unmoved, looking upon him with sadness, pity and guilt. She hadn't realized how bad things were with him—how much she'd hurt him. She began to cry. "I am so, so sorry." Quickly the cries became sobs. Juliet's knees weakened and she plopped down on the ground, leaning against the wall. She pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around them, and buried her face. Her shoulders shook with the force of her continued sobs.

Shawn's anger melted away in an instant. He slowly lowered himself to the ground to sit beside her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and rested his chin on her head.

Somewhere down the hall, Gus came walking purposefully towards his apartment, sales kit in hand. Upon seeing Shawn and Juliet, he turned back and walked the other way without missing a beat.

Shawn allowed himself a small smile for his friend. He appreciated the privacy.

"It's okay, Jules," He told Juliet softly.

She didn't say anything, just shook her head heartily with it still buried in her arms. Shawn chuckled out loud at how adorable she looked.

"Come on, Jules. Look at me," He ordered her gently. Juliet shook her head again. Shawn squeezed her shoulders lightly. "Please, Jules? Just look at me." Reluctantly, Juliet raised her head.

Her eyes were huge and bright blue from crying. Shawn smiled at her and wiped away her tears. "I forgive you," He told her.

"No! You can't forgive me! I don't deserve to be forgiven!" Juliet insisted.

"What? What are you talking about?" Shawn asked, genuinely surprised.

"I don't deserve to be forgiven! You tried to tell me. You tried to tell me that you were framed and I didn't listen. I knew you were telling the truth, but I didn't listen! And then you woke up and you heard me tell you that I love you and then you were being so nice to me and I didn't deserve it and I couldn't take it and I left and I just couldn't see you because I just felt so bad and—" Juliet's babbling was barely coherent. Shawn was just looking at her and smiling broadly. "—and you were let out and you didn't tell me and—why are you smiling? You shouldn't be smiling! You should hate me!"

"I love you, too," Shawn said, his smile becoming even larger.

"Wait, what?" Juliet sounded extremely confused.

"I didn't say it back, did I? I meant to, I guess I just didn't get the chance."

"I don't get it!" Juliet cried, "Why are you telling me you love me? Why don't you hate me?" She said it as if Shawn were completely insane.

"Were you not listening? I can't hate you. I'm too busy loving you. Look, Jules, I'm not mad. You were doing your job and I get that. Yeah, I was mad about you going completely AWOL for the past three weeks, but you just sort of explained that in your psychobabble. I mean, I kind of zoned out for the last half of it so you're going to have to explain it later, but for now I get it."

Juliet looked at Shawn in awe. She could hardly believe what she was hearing.

"You really forgive me?"

Shawn sighed and popped up from the ground. He offered his hand to help Juliet off the ground.

"Jules, I don't lie. Ever." He smiled at her.

Juliet couldn't help but smile back. "I love you, Shawn."

Shawn's grin had reached the danger zone it was so huge. "I love you too, Jules."

He was pulling Juliet in for a kiss when Gus came striding purposefully down the hall once again. Seeing them, he turned back and walked away without missing a beat. The grin on his face was almost as big as Shawn's. His best friend was back.

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So, super, super cheesy ending. You're welcome or I'm sorry depending on who you are.

THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR STICKING WITH THIS STORY! I appreciate it so much you have no idea. You are all fantastic, every single one of you.

Just in case any of you were wondering, the next story I'm releasing is called Cheaters Never Prosper, but Neither Do Idiots. It should be up pretty much now. It's basically a 'what if Juliet went to Italy' kind of thing. Tons of whump, tons of Shules. I'd love it if you checked it out.

Really, this story is kind of like a filler because my next HUGE one is going to be the one about karma on my profile. Basically, it's about a serial killer who kills wrongdoers, and is convinced that he/she is doing the right thing. At each crime scene, he/she leaves a checklist. On it is has 'the thief, the killer, the home wrecker, the liar, etc'. Guess who 'the liar' is ;) Keep an eye out!

Anyways, it's been a great run. I'm going to miss this story. PLEASE finish strong by reviewing! I'd really appreciate it! Thanks so much! :D