She hears the gunshot, but her brain just doesn't register it until her ears detect the solid thump of Spencer falling to the floor.

Odd, how a shrill bang and the smell of gunpowder leaves her absolutely motionless, but the comparatively small noise of her head Psychic hitting the ground is what spurs her into action.

She fires two clean shots to the chest for McMulligan. She doesn't even check to make sure he's dead – she already knows. He's a serial killer, anyway, and Karen Vick has much bigger problems to deal with right now.

She calls with an ambulance with one hand and applies pressure to Shawn's wound with the other, silently cursing him for running his smart mouth all the time. If he'd just shut up every once and a while and see the danger in a situation, he'd probably be okay right now.

"Where's Gus?"

He's conscious, for now, which is good, but his eyes are glazed and his voice is weak and he should very well know that Gus is back at the station.

"I need Gus."

"He's not here. I'll call him as soon as you're on your way to the hospital, I'm sure he'll come see you as soon as he can."

He shakes his head insistently, and a little desperately. "No, no, I need Gus, I need him, he's supposed to be here…"

A small trickle of blood is starting to leak from his mouth. She can hardly hear Spencer's half-delirious ramblings as her eyes follow the slow line of red, sliding down his jaw and landing on the cold grey floor of the warehouse.

"We were supposed to go together, me and Gus, we promised, we said we'd go together…"

She can hear her heartbeat drumming at the walls of her ribcage as she realizes he must be giving up. She closes her eyes, as if to block out the thought, and pressed down harder on his chest, blood spilling out and coating her hands almost completely.

"And you will, in a few decades when all the 80s references you make won't be recognized by a single soul in the world because you're so old. Just hang on."

He smiles.

"You… you don't have to be a psychic to know it's too late. It's too late. Gus."

His pupils dilate.

"Where's Gus? I need Gus."

"Shawn…"

"I want Mom and Dad and Jules, but I need Gus. Where is he?"

It hurts her to tell him that Gus isn't coming. He's right – there's not enough time.

He's not going to see Gus ever again.

"He's my best friend. He's my brother. He needs to be here. I need Gus."

She just shakes her head. He closes his eyes, and when he opens them she thinks he might be crying, and she knows he understands.

"So it's just you and me, huh?"

The chief nods past the uncomfortable lump in her throat. It seems unreal. Shawn can't die, it just can't happen. She's always seen him as invincible, just impossible to upset and certainly impossible to kill.

"This is gonna sound weird, but could you… could you hold my hand? I just… I need…"

She takes his hand in a firm grip and squeezes, as much to comfort herself as him.

He exhales.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this, you know. Gus was supposed to be here."

"I know."

"We do everything together. I guess I just thought we'd go together, too. I thought…"

"I understand, Shawn. I do."

He grins, and his eyelids flutter and the unsteady heaving of his chest slows.

"You never call me Shawn. You never…"

He inhales deeply through his mouth one last time, and then falls limp. Chief Karen Vick, surrounded by blood and two bodies and the distant sound of sirens, lets out her first sob in years.

Shawn Spencer didn't at all die the way he was supposed to, with his best friend by his side.

Shawn Spencer died exactly the way he was supposed to, with a smile on his face.

a/n edited for typos and just bad wording on 5/13/13