Disclaimer: I do not own Psych.

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Shawn had just helped the SBPD with his infamous psychic abilities find the person who was responsible for killing a police officer. It had been a long week with many sleepless nights and he was ready for a break. The case had been grueling it had been a normal traffic stop for the police officer until the kid who was hopped up on 3 different drugs pulled a gun, fired and then took off and seemed to disappear. There was something so eerily familiar about this case, something Shawn just couldn't seem to put his finger on. Oh well it didn't matter now they had found the kid and now he would probably spend the rest of his days behind bars.

Letting himself into his apartment he quickly made his way into the bathroom to take care of business and then made his way into his bedroom flopping down onto his bed and pulling the covers over his head he was asleep in minutes.

"Shawn, help me. Help me Shawn," Henry said as he lay on his back on the cold cement floor, a bullet hole in his side reaching his hand out to Shawn for help. But Shawn just stood there staring down at his father unable to move. The blood was starting to pool out around the wound in his fathers side and it was getting close to where Shawn stood and before he knew it his fathers eyes had closed for the last time and his out stretched hand had hit the floor.

Jerking upright Shawn almost threw himself off the bed, his heart felt as if it would pound right out of his chest. Blinking a few times he was able to take in his surroundings and a few deep breaths later he was starting to feel a little calmer.

He looked over towards the alarm clock seeing that it was only 3am, he had only gotten 4hrs of sleep but there was no way he was going back to sleep after that.

Getting up from the bed he made his way through the kitchen turning on the coffee maker on his way and went into the living room to watch some television.

The next thing he was aware of was someone pounding on his door as he rolled over and caught himself on the coffee table just before he took a nose dive to the floor.

Looking at the clock on the tv as he made his way to the front door he saw it was 6:30 and when he looked through the peep hole to see who it was he froze.

Looking again he took a few extra seconds to make sure everything was alright, not seeing anything wrong he opened the door.

"Hey Dad, you're here mighty early"

But before his dad had a chance to answer there was a couple of loud bangs that had Shawn jumping for cover and the next thing he was aware of was looking up at his father and seeing two bright red stains growing on the front of his shirt and then the shock on his face as he fell to his knees.

His father was once again reaching out to him and he could hear the words "Shawn, help me. Please son I need your help".

But he wasn't able to move and there was nothing he could do for his dad as he fell over and his eyes closed for the last time.

Wrenching himself up there was a moment of free falling before Shawn hit the floor with a thud. Taking a shaking hand and running it over his face, Shawn glanced around the room. He realized he had fallen asleep on the couch with the television blaring; he quickly glanced towards the door and breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see his father anywhere around.

Seating himself on the couch he put his head in his hands as he grumbled to himself "What in the hell is wrong with me".

A couple of minutes later he jerked his head up as he heard banging on the door, he slowly made his way to his feet and stopped suddenly as he looked over to the clock and saw it was 6:30.

"That's not good", he mumbled as he made his way to the door and slowly brought his head down to peer through the peep hole.