Shawn knew Gus to be many things. A loyal best friend. A hard worker. A lover of Pluto. A family man. Someone Shawn always knew he could count on. Along with all of these other aspects of his friend's personality that Shawn knew to be true, Gus was never late. He was annoyingly always on time, which is just one other example of how the pair completed each other. Gus was on time. Shawn was late. Taking all of this into account, it didn't seem unreasonable to Shawn to call Jules when Gus still hadn't shown up to the Psych office that morning.

What else was he expected to do?

"Shawn, I can't file a missing person's report." Jules replied with a hint of annoyance in her voice. She must be working on a tough case, Shawn thought as he threw a foam ball into the air so he could catch it.

Shawn clicked his tongue as the ball landed in his hands once more. "This isn't just some random person, Jules. It's Gus and he's missing."

"He's five minutes late."

"But Gus is never late." Shawn responded, not understanding why the female detective wasn't as worried as he was. She knew Gus just as well as he did. "I have a bad feeling."

He could hear the bustling of papers in the background behind her and he could faintly hear Lassie barking an order at McNab. "Look, Shawn, I don't know what to tell you. Maybe you should try calling him. I have to go."

As Shawn opened his mouth to utter a sarcastic reply, the line went dead. She must really be stressed. Shawn made a mental note to be extra nice to her the next time he saw her, maybe even flirt with her a little. Until then, Shawn decided to sit and watch a few reruns of The Mentalist. During the 2nd episode of his mini-marathon, Shawn's phone started ringing.

"Talk to me." He answered coolly when he saw Jules' face pop up on his caller id.

She took a deep breath. "Shawn, you should get down here now."

"Listen Jules, I don't want to burst your bubble but since you won't go look for my friend, I don't have a ride."

"McNab will be there in two minutes." She responded quickly as if predicting his next words.

Shawn furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the clock. The sinking feeling he felt earlier had returned when he noticed that an hour and a half had passed and Gus hadn't even graced him with a phone call. "Jules, what's going on?"

"It's Gus." She answered just as Buzz walked through the front door of the Psych Office. "We have reason to believe you two are being targeted."

It was silent for a second as Shawn thought back through the last few days. Sure, they had gotten close to disbanding a drug ring but after days of trying to find anything tangible to present to the chief, the case was dropped and all but forgotten by the police station. And sure, Shawn had made Gus go with him to one of the chemists behind the operation to scope it out of evidence, but they hadn't even found anything. That couldn't possibly be what this was about, could it?

Shawn swallowed as he heard Juliet's next words. "Shawn, they have him."

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His walk into the station was full of sideways glances and sympathetic frowns, which made Shawn uncomfortable. He was never one to accept pity. Besides, they had no reason to pity him in the first place. Shawn was the reason this was happening. He dragged Gus there. He had lied and told him they were going to a new Taco place and then hadn't let Gus leave when he found out what they were really doing. He was the reason Gus was in trouble.

McNab led him straight to the Chief's office where both Juliet and Lassiter were sitting, both staring at different pictures from a crime scene. Shawn didn't even try to focus on them. His only mission was to get Gus back to safety. Whatever case those two were working on would have to wait. It didn't occur to Shawn that they were investigating Gus' kidnapping. In retrospect, Shawn realized it didn't matter much anyway. He would find Gus whether they helped him or not.

"What are we doing about this, Chief?" Shawn asked taking everyone by surprise. He was never one to get to business, instead choosing to take everything as a joke. But Gus' safety wasn't a joke, not to Shawn.

Lassiter was the first to speak. "What were you doing at Dan Capelli's estate yesterday?"

Shawn furrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips, suddenly feeling the need to defend himself and Gus. "Investigating which is more than you can say you were doing."

"Yeah and look where that investigating got you." Lassie quipped, his frown seeming to deepen. Shawn felt himself frown before he turned towards the Chief.

"Is that who has Gus? Dan Capelli?"

"Mr. Spencer, take a seat." The chief motioned towards one the chairs. Shawn refused but eventually obliged when told the meeting would only start once he did. "As you know we've been looking into Dan Capelli's involvement in one of the largest drug traffic rings in the southern west coast."

Shawn nodded his head impatiently. "So you're saying he has Gus then? Why aren't we doing anything?"

"Shawn, you need to calm down and listen." Juliet murmured. Shawn had forgotten she was in the room and the second he heard her voice, anger started to bubble in his stomach.

"I was calm almost three hours ago when I told you to start looking for him in the first place." He spat before turning back towards the Chief. He didn't want to see the sad look on her face when his words registered in her brain. He may have been mad but that could all go away with the right glance from Juliet. "Why isn't anyone doing anything? Shouldn't somebody at least be trying to get a hold of the National Guard or the President?"

Lassiter scoffed, Shawn turning just in time to see Lassiter shaking his head. The older man stood and threw the file he was holding so it landed in front of Shawn. "We received a call earlier to go down to the docks to make an exchange."

Shawn jumped up. "Great. What's he asking for?"

The room was silent, even the Chief choosing to allow Shawn to scan through the file and find the 911 report. Quickly, and without waiting for any sort of permission, Shawn began shuffling through the papers until he came across words that made the hair on his arm stand, although he'd never admit it.

Docks. 8:00pm. Bring your psychic. We'll bring his friend.

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Alright, so this is just an idea that I'm not sure if I'm going to carry out or not. There are a lot of plot points I'll have to figure out before I can update it, but I wanted to upload this anyway. I'm in school but I'm going to try to get a chapter up once a week and if I can't do that, there'll be a chapter up every 10-11 days.

I hope you guys are enjoying the last of your summer (if it hasn't already ended). Please review and tell me what you think!