The psych office was brightly lit when Shawn walked through the front door, returning from his late night taco run. "Gus, food's here!" He cried out to his friend. Hearing no response Shawn continued in, assuming his friend was immersed in their case and not paying attention.

"Gus?" His friend was not at his desk; Shawn glanced around the office, but Gus was nowhere. Shawn dialed his phone of see what Gus was doing and was surprised to hear the cell phone ring near the couch. Setting his phone down on the desk Shawn went to investigate.

Gus's briefcase sat on the floor unclaimed. Shawn stopped for a moment, his mind racing. Gus would never forget his briefcase. Shawn pictured the parking lot outside; the little blue car was still there. None of the other nearby offices were open at that hour so there was no where he would walk to.

On edge Shawn turned quickly, thinking he heard a sound in the back room, but saw no one. Cautiously Shawn crept forward and through the doorway. "Shit!" Shawn swore as he rushed forward, seeing his friend lying face down on the ground. "Gus!" He knelt down next to his friend and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his friend was alive.

Shawn reached in his pocket for his phone when he remembered he had left it behind on his desk. He made to stand up when he felt something crash into his head.

Dazed, Shawn fell forward next to Gus, the pain of the blow blinded him, but he remained conscious. Thinking quickly, and knowing that his attacker probable had him outmatched, he let himself relax, feigning unconsciousness.

Hands roughly grabbed Shawn's arms and pulled them behind his back. A pair of handcuffs was placed tightly around his wrists, the icy metal cinching his skin.

After dropping Shawn's hands the attacker grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling him out of the back room and through the office. Shawn felt himself dropped onto his back and groaned as the back of his head where he had just been hit slammed against the ground, his head exploding once again with pain and his stomach threatening to empty.

"Is he awake?" Shawn heard one of the attackers, a man, ask. Clearly there were at least two people in the room. Shawn felt a foot prod his side, but remained still.

"Nah, you need to be careful though, she wants him to still be unconscious when we arrive at the warehouse."

Shawn heard the two attackers ransacking the office, pulling out drawers and upturning chairs. He tried to think of who the men could possibly be, but he found it hard to focus. Their current case involved uncovering a cheating ring at a local junior high school and he could not imagine any of those students kidnapping him.

Opening his eye just a sliver Shawn could make out the shadowy figures of his attackers. The men were large and the faces were covered in some kind of mask. The glimmer of light was enough to 

make his the pain of his headache almost unbearable and he quickly closed his eyes. Shawn felt himself begin to slip into the painless relief of unconsciousness.

Catching himself Shawn forced his mind to keep working in an effort to stay awake. As blissful as sleep seemed he knew that any information he could over hear might help him in the long run.

Suddenly the men stopped trashing the office and Shawn felt hands grab his shirt once more and drag him through the office towards the front door. As he was pulled along he felt the back of his left shoe catch on the side of the rug and pull off. As the man continued to pull him his heal bounced painfully against the floor, yet another bruise to add to his growing collection.

As they passed through the doorway, Shawn felt his heal catch on the frame of the door and painfully strike the ground. At the unexpected pain, he cried out loud before quickly silencing himself. But his cover was blow.

Opening his eyes he saw a wide smile leering at him on the masked covered face. The man pulled back his arm and Shawn felt it crash against the side of his face. His vision flashed white before he quickly faded into the relief of the black nothingness.

The man felt the Shawn go limp in his arms, falling unconscious. With a glance around to ensure that there were no late night observers he continued to drag the body to the car. Motioning his partner over to help him, they dropped the psychic into the trunk of the car.

Shawn remained still, the jolt not enough to return him to the world of awareness. After one last glance for any observers he closed the trunk and discreetly drove the car out of the parking lot. He knew how to do his job without leaving evidence. Their gloves and masked removed their car and the men in it drove off into the night.

oooooo

Gus's return to consciousness was slow and confusing. He was not in his bed and the lights were on. Gus's carefully raised himself off of the floor. As he stood a splitting headache made a sudden appearance. Looking around he was confused to find himself in the back room of the Psych office and could not remember how he got there.

Gus tried to think back to the last thing he could remember, but was drawing a blank. He knew Shawn had gone to get tacos, he glanced at the clock, but that was over an hour ago. He raised his hand to his head and gasped in pain as he brushed the bump on the back of his head. Felling something wet he pulled his hand away and saw the blood. His stomached churned at the sight.

The fuzz in his brain allowed him a moment of clarity and he realized someone must have hit him with something. Only then did he realize that the office was ransacked, papers, drawers, and knick-knacks covering the floor.



What is Gus going to do? Who kidnapped Shawn? And Why?

Find out in the upcoming chapters.