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A/N: I have rewritten the original version of this story. In this version, Shawn has to solve a 20 year old case and perhaps bring his family back together just in time for the holidays plus save the love of his life before Midnight on Christmas eve.
Chapter 1: The Spencer Twins -1988
Madeline Spencer stood at the stove stirring the pot. The kitchen smelled of turkey, stuffing, and cinnamon. She heard the front door open and went to greet her husband and his family.
"Hi." Maddie said hugging her in laws. The women went into the kitchen to make cookies. The men went outside. Everything was going fine. Shawn and Jamie were playing at the park.
Henry's pager went off. He headed off to the park. Police barricades and an ambulance blocked his view. He found his partner, Karen Vick.
"What do we got?"
"Witnesses say that a man attacked two kids. He got away with one."
"Where's the other one?"
"Over here." Karen said leading him over to the ambulance. A little boy was sitting in it with an ice pack on his head.
"Shawn!?"
"Dad." Henry turned to Karen.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't know." Henry knelt down in front of him.
"Shawn what happened?"
"We were on our way home and and…"
"Take your time kiddo."
"This man came out of nowhere. He started talking to us. I tried to get him to go away but he didn't listen to me." Shawn said tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Where's Jamie?"
"He took him."
"Ok. Ok." Henry said walking over to Karen. "File a missing person's report for Jamie Spencer, age 10."
"Ok. One of the witnesses got a photo of the kidnapper."
"Let me see." Henry said taking the Polaroid out of her hands. "Mark Deacon."
"I'm sorry?"
"Mad's ex-boyfriend. He tried claiming Shawn and Jamie were his the first three years of their life." Henry picked Shawn up and went home to tell Madeline the news.
Henry stayed on the case for as long as they would let him. Eventually it was ruled unsolvable and Jamie remained missing.
Present Day:
Shawn bounced into the station as usual. He was more hyper then usual because it was a week before Christmas.
"Chief, what a joyous occasion." Shawn said.
"Please take a seat Mr. Spencer." Shawn and Gus took a seat. Jules set a box of files on the chief's desk.
"What I'm about to tell you is highly classified." The Chief said. "We believe that the recent string of kidnappings is linked to a previous case that went unsolved 20 years ago."
"You want me to psychically come up with the next move."
"Actually, Mr. Spencer. I don't want you anywhere near this case but Detective O'Hara says we can't solve it with out you. So against my better judgment I'm bringing you in."
"Chief, whatever it is I'm sure I can handle it." The Chief pulled a file from the box and reluctantly handed it to Shawn. He opened it. "The Mark Deacan case? I thought this case was closed a long time ago."
"What's the Mark Deacon case?" Lassie asked. "And why does Spencer look like someone ran over his puppy?" Jules looked at Shawn, who was suddenly very pale and uncharacteristically quiet.
"Shawn, are you ok?"
"Mark Deacon attacked two ten year old boys 20 years ago. He kidnapped one of them and was never found. The case has gone unsolved for 20 years but now we think he's back. The kid was the son of a cop."
"Who was the kid?" Lassiter asked. The Chief handed him a file.
"Jamie Spencer. He was-is Shawn's twin brother and Henry Spencer's son." The chief said. "He disappeared Christmas Eve 1988."
"So he's presumed dead?"
"No. He was never found. There's a difference. There's like an entire content of difference." Shawn said slightly louder then he meant to.
"Henry searched for five years. Then his marriage fell apart. He never stopped looking. The point is we've got another chance."
"So your telling me that you believe this kid is alive."
"I'm not ruling anything out." The chief said.
"Chief, I think I should be the one to tell my dad." Shawn said.
"Alright, get to work. Don't make me take you off this case." Shawn joined Gus at Jules's desk after the meeting.