Chief Vick was having a bad day even before the Spencer incident. The case that they were working on was almost impossible ,her coffee was cold, McNabb was incompetent ,and Lassiter was well... most of all, was Spencer. First, he called her saying that he had a lead for a case and he and Gus were going to meet them at the station, then had the liberty to not show up.

She was tired, grumpy and certainly not in the mood to deal with the department's most energetic consultant.

She was sitting at her desk hating paperwork when a very nervous and anxious Gus walked in with Buzz.

"Chief, we just received a note. It is from an anonymous sender.", said Buzz

She exchanged a look with Gus, this couldn't be good.

She opened the letter to reveal the note said, 3-8-11-20! 3-8 10-7 14-5-2-10-9-4! 1-10-9-18 22-3-8 19-5-13, 4-0-17 !

"What the Hell does that mean?" She asked the two dumbfounded men in front of her. Buzz shrugged, but Gus wasn't sure. He was sure that he had seen that code before. He racked his brain until he finally remembered. He snapped his fingers.

"I know what that code means!, he exclaimed excitedly, but his face fell once he realized what it said.

"Mr. Guster, what is it,? And how do you know the code? Gus sank into a chair and looked up. "

Well, when Shawn an I were kids we made up a code to take to each other. We thought it was cool. "A ghost of a smile lingered on his face as he remembered all of his fun times he had with his best friend.

"The code says, Help! He is coming. Find the box, Gus.

Buzz said" So, someone is coming after Shawn and he wants us to find a box..."

Chief Vick spent no time worrying, she knew that Shawn was more than competent of protecting himself. Either way, they still had to find him.

"McNabb, you alert the detectives, and make sure they are aware of the situation."

"Mr.. Guster, you, take Detective O'Hara, and Detective Lassiter and go down to the Psych office and Shawn's apartment. Check for any thing suspicious, or any signs of struggle."

After they left, She made sure that the station was aware. Now it was chaos, officers rushing about, looking at psych's past cases to see if anyone was possible suspects.

Everyone had grown quite fond of their favorite consultant, and wanted to find their pineapple loving friend.

Chief sat down and took another sip of her coffee, she was going to need it, but then froze when she realized,...Who was going to tell Henry?...

Chapter End Notes:

How was it?ok? I would like to thank the reviewer who told me about the format that was mesed you!any way thanks to all of you readers out there!See you next time!

-singing32yellow