When she first met Shawn, Juliet never would've expected to fall so head over heels for him like she did. Yet, here she was. Who would've thought? Certainly not her.

She almost thought that maybe they should've just sat down there in the lockdown because she found concentrating on the case to be extremely difficult. She was barely present when they heard Despereaux really did escape and try as she might, she just couldn't fully engage herself in the investigation of the murder as well as tracking down the notorious art thief. She was far too distracted, especially since Shawn was there too. She wondered if he was experiencing the same tumultuous feelings that she was.

Finally, after leaving yet another crime scene where Despereaux supposedly struck, she resolved to find Shawn and get this talk over with. They had to lay everything out on the table now before she went crazy.

She tracked him down to a surprisingly luxurious hotel and within moments, she was at his room. She stared at the large wooden doors for a long time. Now or never. This was the moment they had been waiting for for years. Where would this go? What was about to happen?

She was just about to knock when she heard a girlish giggle coming from inside. Then she could hear some mumbling and more laughing. It sounded like a man and a woman talking. Strange.

She leaned closer to make sure she was actually hearing correctly. Yes, the voices were definitely coming from inside that room. Huh. Maybe she had gotten the wrong room? Or maybe even the wrong hotel. This did seem like an awfully fancy place for Shawn and Gus after all.

She retraced her steps to go reconfirm where Shawn and Gus were staying. She even called Henry Spencer to see if he knew where Shawn was staying. All sources confirmed that she had been at the right spot.

Perhaps she had been imagining things. Shrugging it off, she headed back and found herself staring at the large doors once again. She couldn't hear any voices or giggling this time.

She took a deep breath, raised her fist, and knocked on the door. It took a moment, but Shawn soon stuck his head out through a crack a crack in the door. Shock was evident on his face. "Uh, hey!" he said, pushing back the surprise in his voice.

"Hey," she said back, "Can I come in?"

His eyes widened. "Why?"

"Why?" she repeated. Wasn't he the one that suggested talking earlier? Why was he being so weird? "Well, you made a pretty big deal about us talking."

"Did I? Huh," he said.

He sounded extremely nervous. Juliet began to wonder if he was suddenly chickening out like he had before. Was the thought of this moment suddenly getting to him?

She decided to push through and make him listen. "Come on, I really need to talk to you too. I cam by like 20 minutes ago, but I heard voices. I wasn't sure if I had the right room..."

He suddenly glanced back nervously into the room. Then a horrifying idea came to her. Maybe she hadn't been imagining those voices after all. It would make sense, after all. His uneasiness, the voices. Maybe that's what he had been wanting to talk to her if...? "Do you have a girl in there?" she asked, dreading the answer.

"What? No!" he said quickly, "Not in me- in here. No, no- no one's in here! There's no- I'm just- I'm alone in here like a wolf."

His stuttering was definitely suspicious. He rarely lost control of his mouth like that. It was usually when he was uncomfortable. If he really didn't have a girl in there, then why was he so uneasy?

"OK, then why can't I come in?" she wondered.

"Because... I can't do this with you right now."

Juliet's heart sank. "You said it was important."

"I lied. OK? I lied. I do things like that," he said bluntly.

He was clearly trying to cover up something. He must've been feeling the pressure and was retreating back into his shell. Why couldn't he just talk to her? Why was it so hard for him to express himself?

Getting a little annoyed, Juliet said, "Oh come on Shawn, I am at a loss. You want to talk, you don't want to talk." Taking a deep breath, she decided she was just going to go for it. "If you can't say what's on your mind, then I will say what's on mine."

She paused and he stared at her, still looking tense. She finally just said it: "I broke up with Declan."

His shock was evident. She was surprised his jaw didn't drop. "Why... why would you do that?" he asked softly.

What kind of a response was that? Did he not know? After all that had happened, was he really so oblivious?

He caught himself and quickly said, "I mean, I just can't do this right now. Anytime later, you name it. We can schedule it."

So completely put out by his coldness and OBLIVIOUSNESS, Juliet couldn't even look at him anymore. She just held up a hand and turned away. "Don't bother."

With that, Juliet marched away, ignoring anything else Shawn may have said to her.

How could he do that? After everything they went through, after everything both of them gave up, after everything she personally went through and gave up? She always knew he was a tough egg to crack emotionally, but she thought that especially since he suggested it, this talk would've been a breakthrough. Was he scared or what? He couldn't have just been playing her all along. He was better than that. So then what? What?

After a break in the case, she told Lassiter she didn't want to go after hearing Shawn would be there. Lassiter didn't ask any questions and proceeded on without her. She just didn't want to see Shawn until she could sort this out.

It was unbearable that after so long of just missing each other, getting mixed signals, falling for each other while they were dating someone else, and so many other missed moments, Shawn would actually choose to pass by the perfect opportunity to make things right.

She stayed away from the case until it was closed. Lassiter didn't seem to mind so she was free to go sight-seeing by herself, allowing time to clear her head.

She stared out at a bridge from a tourist point, lost in thought. She would get past this. She always did. She just hated that anything with Shawn always came to this; annoyance and despair. Why couldn't it ever end well?

Suddenly, someone came up beside her. "Hey."

It was Shawn. How in the world did he find her? His psychic-ness probably. She didn't really care and now she couldn't do anything about it. She didn't say anything to him as he continued speaking. "You know, this bridge was built by porcupines. They chewed the girders with their little teeth. Apparently, there was like a rabies outbreak during construction. They tried to unionize-"

Juliet wanted to be angry, but she was just exhausted. She was tired of this back and forth with him. He likes her, she doesn't like him, then she likes him and he acts like a jerk. Constantly. And she was so done. It needed to end.

"Shawn, can we not do this right now? I'm really upset with you," she said with a sigh, "We just... we missed the moment. Some people just don't fit."

"Yeah, but those are Lego people," he said.

Juliet wanted to scoff. Why? Just why?

"And how could they? I mean, they make so many different sizes for all the different sets. They're in a box, they're in a bucket, and kids get them all mixed up," he said, "And don't even get me started on Duplos. Those things are like twice the size so babies won't eat them."

Though still thoroughly irritated, Juliet couldn't help but smirk. Always the jokester. "That's funny," she sighed, "It's always funny."

She finally looked at him square in the eyes. "Can we not do this right now?" she asked again.

She saw the spark in his eyes dim slightly. She still continued. "It's OK, the way things are. It's OK. I just really need to sort this out on my own right now."

He looked like he was about to say something for a minute, but then decided against it. Deflated, he nodded and began to walk away. Juliet sighed again and turned back to the bridge.

Maybe eventually she would talk to him again, but she just couldn't do it now. She was just so sick of all this. Even just the talking was exhausting. Something awkward would happen and they would have to talk through it again and again. And then always, nothing would ever come of it. Why? Why couldn't they ever move past any of this? What was holding them back? Was it her? Was it Shawn? Why couldn't they just align already?

A voice spoke up beside her, breaking her from her thoughts. "Can I just say what I cam here to say, real quick?" It was Shawn again.

Juliet heaved a sigh, not exactly wanting to spend any more time with him than necessary. But she supposed she could at least hear him out really quick before sending him on his way. That way he wouldn't keep trying to talk to her later.

She turned to face him, letting him know she was listening. He took a breath before beginning. "I have a motorcycle," he stated.

Not at all what she was expecting. "Yes. You do," she replied, having no clue where he was going with this.

"Yes I do," he agreed, "And you know what? It is the purest form of freedom that I have ever experienced. You zip through traffic, you park anywhere, you never have to take anyone to the airport, you certainly never have to help anyone move. Easily the best purchase I've ever made in my life. And I have never regretted it, not for one second."

He was starting to ramble. Where in the world was he going with this? There was no way he came here just to tell her about his motorcycle. Slightly annoyed, she asked, "Great. You love your motorcycle. Is there a point to this?"

"Yeah, there's a point," he replied, "The point is, since I met you, I..."

He hesitated and Juliet waited, expectantly. She was sick of his games, sick of him dancing around his real emotions, sick of it all. Why couldn't he just say it already?

He suddenly smiled widely. "I've been thinking about getting a car," he finally said.

This hit her hard as the significance of what he said sunk in. Shawn Spencer, the man with no responsibilities, who was afraid of any commitment to anyone or anything at all, who hated anything mature and serious... was thinking about getting a car? Something that required a lot of care and commitment, something that was a big symbol of responsibility. And all because or her?

Any negative and bitter feelings she had been experiencing just seconds before instantly evaporated. This was the Shawn she had fallen for. Even if he did sometimes have difficulty expressing himself, he still cared deeply and always tried his best.

She grinned at him. "And you're not thinking something practical or sensible?"

"Oh no," he said, shaking his head, "I'm not throwing in the towel altogether."

Before either could say another word, he suddenly cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.