Author's Note: Hello again, Psychos and welcome to the sequel to "Like It Or Not, The Past Won't Stay There."

Sorry it took me so long to post the sequel. With NaNoWriMo, working retail at Christmastime, and a few other things, my time to work on this was severely limited. But I'm really excited about it and can't wait to take this journey with you.

Also, I'm in the middle of a Psych rewatch and wanted to share it with you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Psych. Though I would love a chance to talk mysteries with Steve Franks and the gang.

"Are you sure about this?"

"As sure as I'm ever going to be."

"Sydney, it's not too late to come back."

"It was too late the day Mom died."

"That wasn't your fault."

"Wasn't it?"

"You couldn't have stopped that."

Sydney pounded a fist on the steering wheel. "I could and should have."

Silence filled the car for a moment as both seemed to be lost in their thoughts. "Will you ever come back?"

"Not like before." Sydney ran a hand through her hair. "I can't. I need to do this Alex. I need to meet him, need to figure things out, need to figure out who I am because who I thought I was isn't enough anymore."

"You sound older than you are."

"I have for a long time."

"I'm sensing you're here to find something, or rather someone."

"Three for three, not bad." She smiled at him, and once again, it was oh so familiar.

"Sydney, where did your name come from?"

"My mom told me that my dad once said that if he had a daughter he would name her Sydney because…"

"It's somewhere he wants to go." Jules' voice came from the doorway and she was staring at Sydney in shock.

"Sydney," He was sure but he had to be absolutely sure. "Have you ever met your father?"

"Not before today." Her response was quiet and while Shawn couldn't be sure, he wondered if he was the only one who heard it.

"When's your birthday?"

"Yesterday."

"And were you on time?"

"I was a few weeks early."

"Please tell me you and Becca did not have sex in the back of a stolen car."

"Well, if that would make you feel better…" Shawn took a step back as he felt his father's gaze harden.

"I cannot believe you were that stupid."

"I think we established long ago that I was pretty stupid back then."

Taking off for the car, he ducked under the tape and saw that Sydney's bag was sitting on the floor of the passenger seat. He dug in the bag but stopped when he spotted her phone on the floor. It lit up, a new text coming from someone named Alex.

I thought you were taking a break from that kind of thing?

What kind of thing?

"Getting extra credit in my Criminal Justice 110 class." Sydney waved from where she sat.

"Bad day for extra credit."

Sydney looked around. "Seems like it."

"I didn't get a name."

"I didn't give it."

Wignall looked at Lassiter. "She's got more spunk that that obnoxious psychic. Better get comfortable detective, you're going to be here awhile until we figure out what to do with you and the meddling kid."

"Really, a Scooby Doo reference?"

The door shut leaving the pair alone. Lassiter turned to Sydney. "What is with you, kid?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know things you shouldn't, act like you're more comfortable in a hostage situation, crime scene, or a station, then I've seen some seasoned cops act, and you just lied like a pro."

Sydney looked away. "Those are my secrets to keep."

"What could explain that?"

"A lot could, Detective, but I left that behind me in DC and at least for a bit, I'd like it to stay there." Once again, she sounded older than her age suggested.

"By the way, Chief, who's the fed?"

"How did you know I was a fed?" The fed smiled.

"Psychic, besides, you can usually see your type a mile away."

"Agent Alex Taylor, CIA. I worked the Crimmons case with my former partner."

"Former?"

"She retired a few months ago. When I heard he escaped I flew out here to offer my assistance and expertise."

Before Shawn could respond, Chief Vick caught his attention. "Mr. Spencer, can I see you in my office for a moment?"

Shawn sighed and nodded, getting one last reassuring glance from Jules and Gus before heading into the office.

"Alright, we have a pic of the white van and the truck from the nearby traffic cam. The plates are being run as we speak. In the meantime, we still have the homicide from the coffee shop and convicts to recapture. Let's get to work!"

Shawn took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk and heard her come in and shut the door. "You just found out?"

"Yesterday, between the fights and the briefing."

"Are you sure?" She made her way behind the desk and took a seat.

"I'm sure. Lassie had Woody run a paternity test. We should have the results next week. But she's…"

"She's like you?"

"You're asking me if…"

"I'm asking you if she's psychic." She leaned forward and looked him right in the eyes.

"Can't say for sure, but it looks that way." He sighed leaned back in the chair. "Can I be honest?"

"I'd appreciate it."

"She's so much like me, it scares me. Yet at the same time, I can't help but be proud."

Chief Vick smiled as she leaned back. "So I'm going to have a junior psychic running around my station?"

"If she wants to." Shawn couldn't help but smile.

"She's too young to have already lost her mother." The chief murmured.

"She really is."

"Let me know if you divine any leads. We both would like this wrapped up as soon as possible."

"You know that's right Chief." Shawn stood up to leave.

"Oh, and Shawn?"

"Yeah Chief?"

"I've seen you figure out unsolvable cases. You'll figure out this whole father thing."

Pulling her blanket close, Sydney stared at the fire. "Lassie, remember how you asked me a question that day in the cabin. You asked what could explain some of what I did? Could explain Crimmons?"

It took a lot of self control - something Lassiter was surprised he still had - for him not to show his interest. But he held a neutral position. "And then what you said later, I didn't press it."

"Right." She took the jerky he handed her. Lassiter didn't want to admit that he was starting to get scared about if they would get found in time. Both knew, even if they wouldn't admit it, that if Sydney didn't get medical help soon, there would be some serious consequences.

"What about it?"

He heard a sigh come from her general direction. "Shawn's gifted and I inherited a lot of his gifts."

"So I've heard."

Actually, Lassiter wondered if Shawn met have finally not only met his match but someone who could surpass him. The expression like father like daughter might apply here, but there was an edge to Sydney that might give her the upper hand at times.

"Mom knew, she figured some of it was from him so she tried to find me opportunities to be able to use them in a constructive way instead of doing something stupid with them."

"Like stealing a car to impress a girl."

"Exactly." She let out a sigh. "One thing she wanted me to be able to do was defend myself so she enrolled me in one of the junior martial arts classes. I was like three when I started and by the time I was five, I was further along then some of the kids twice my age. Add to that, I was possibly going to only do a week of kindergarten and possible skip to second grade and mom had a prodigy on her hands."

Lassiter wasn't sure what this had to do with it, but he couldn't help but note that he probably knew more about Sydney than Shawn did. "Okay."

"And in DC, as well as around it, prodigies don't go long without being noticed. And I was and Mom was approached by a man who said he could use a girl with skill like mine."

She paused. "I met Crimmons about five years ago in Italy. I was there to help keep someone important safe and I'm not ashamed to say that I played him like a fiddle and the funny thing is that he doesn't realize that that is what I did. The whole time, he thought that we had a teacher pupil relationship when he didn't realize how was in charge."

"Who were you protecting? Why were you protecting anyone?"

"I can't tell you who, that's classified." She shrugged. "In fact, the only reason I'm telling you any of this is if something happens to me, and don't say nothing's going to happen cause we both know that this is serious and that if we don't get me help soon it could get worse, but Shawn need to know. Because things are going to happen that he won't understand and…"

"I need him to understand that it might not make sense to him why Mom agreed to let me give it a try, but I need him to not blame her. She did what she thought was best for me and I'm glad that she did. I wouldn't be who I am today if she hadn't made that decision."

"What decision?"

"Lassiter, I'm about to tell you information that is considered classified. There is a clause that allows me to tell you in case of emergencies like this. But you are not to divulge this information without my permission or discuss it with anyone else unless they give you the code word."

"And that is?" He was officially curious now.

"Sagittarius." She shifted her position a bit, wincing in pain. "This story really starts in 2002, a few months after I had turned five. By then, I was already reading on a fourth grade reading level and had my green belt which was unheard of for someone my age. And if I'm too out of it when help arrives, there's a piece of paper on the inside of my jacket with a number. Call it and tell them to send my medical records wherever. Ask for Alex."

"Alex." Lassiter nodded.

"So, 2002 was the year a lot would happen in the wake of one of the most devastating events in history. Like I said, someone sought Mom out because of the promise they saw in me. And when they told Mom she at first thought it was crazy. But I want to defend her, before I go too much further."

Sydney shifted again and winced. "She did what she thought was best for me. She was still in school, working a day job, taking online classes and raising me. She wanted what every parent wants, to give me my best chance. And she did. So here's what you tell Shawn…"

Federal Prison - Alexandria Virginia - Present Day

Jimmy Frazier stared at the wall of monitors as the flipped from face to face every few seconds. Death Row prisoners seemed to fascinate people thanks to shows such as CSI. Why people would bother to be fascinated with these twisted individuals was beyond Jimmy.

To Jimmy, it was all he could handle not to request an immediate transfer. But here he sat, day after day, getting ready to make his evening rounds and walk past some really sick minds. And these weren't the run of the mill killers either. These were the ones that demanded special treatment and had had federal agents assigned to their cases.

Grabbing his keys and his assess card, Jimmy left the quiet of his office and made his way through the cell block, making sure everything was locked up tight for yet another night.

His footsteps echoed as he made his way, ignoring the comments the prisoners made. As he passed a cell, he stopped, backed up a few steps and looked in. To his horror, the cell was empty. And this wasn't just any killer. He had just been convicted of 12 counts of murder in the first degree.

And what he did to that girl's mother.

Running to the end of the hall, he pushed a button. Instantly, lights flashed and an alarm went off. Rushing back to his office he checked the feed. According to his screen, the prisoner was still there.

What was going on?

AN2: Thanks for reading! See you next time as we really get into the story.