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It was if time had stopped.  Shawn had heard the gun shot, but the bullet never hit him.  Lassiter had pushed him out of the way.  And now, as he stared at the detective, everything else was gone.  Lassiter's blue eyes were filled with shock, and he took a small step towards the fake psychic, his hand out to try and steady himself, but his legs gave way and he fell to his knees.  Before Lassiter fell back, Shawn caught him, his arms wrapped around the lanky detective's chest. "Spencer!  What the hell happened?" the detective growled from his place under the fake psychic. "Sorry, Lassie-face, I tripped!"  Shawn was determined to convince the