Disclaimer: I don't own Psych but I am going to play with it.

Washington D.C 2002

She lay broken, bleeding on the filthy floor of this basement praying for rescue. How long have I been here? How long till he comes back and starts again? How long till help comes? How long till he kills me? When she heard the squeal of the door and the light washed her face she whimpered against her will but after her time in this den of torture she couldn't stop. She listened to the footsteps as they approached and tried to back herself against the wall-another reaction against her will everything she did was her body fighting for survival. She started to shake when she heard voice and not the one that had caused her pain.

"Oh my God! Grace! Bring in the paramedics NOW!"

He rushed over to her and took in everything. The cuts, burns, and bruises that crisscrossed her body made him physically ill but there would be time for that later she needed him to be strong.

She moaned and curled up tighter "The...the baby...I...I tried" she started sobbing. All he wanted to do was hold her close but he was afraid of hurting her further.

"Where in the HELL are the paramedics!" he was answered with the sounds of rushed footsteps of the medics and fellow agents. He was pushed aside when they began their work on Grace.

He began the investigation of the basement while they worked; the place was filthy, there was blood in puddles on the floor mixed with vomit and his tools of torment lay on a workbench. His stomach turned again.

"Agent Spencer! We found something over here!"

He was only minutely aware of the paramedics rushing out the door with Grace strapped to a backboard as he made his way to the far wall of the basement that was obscured with shadows. Three of his best agents were sweeping their flashlights in the corner. He knew what was going to be there he didn't want to see it but he knew he had to he didn't have a choice.

"What do you got Turner?"

The older agent looked up at his superior and swallowed thickly. "Agent North?"

"Doesn't look good Turner the paramedics said she had lost a lot of blood."

"The...the baby?"

All Shawn could do is shake his head and quickly changed the subject. "What did you find Turner?"

The agent signaled to the stack of tapes and polaroid pictures. Shawn knew exactly what it was four tapes equaled four days and the pictures there would be eight-two for each day and a note scrawled on the wall in blood, in Grace's blood.

"Time's up Agent Spencer"

"Definitely him. Take everything into evidence I'm going to the hospital to check on Agent North."

"Yes Sir"

He walked slowly to his car and when he reached it his stomach won its war as it emptied onto the concrete and splashed on his shoes. All he could think of was the blood- Grace's blood and her crying as she was still trying to protect the baby-the baby she knew hadn't survived, the baby she wanted so badly, the baby who was taken before it got a chance to live. He vomited again till he was dry heaving and tears were running down his face once the fit subsided he entered his car and drove away.

Present time Washington D.C

Head Agent Grace North exited her SUV to be met by her number two.

"Agent Turner. What do we have?"

She took in the appearance of the older agent he looked like he had aged another decade since she first saw him this morning. He had been her number two since Shawn left D.C. for 'greener pastures' as he said. She knew it was because he blamed himself for her attack despite what she told him. If it wasn't for him she would be dead and she knew it and was forever in debt to him. On occasion he would call and check up on her the calls had become scarcer and shorter but she didn't mind she knew that he was happy and with someone he loved.

"Agent North. He's back."

Grace didn't need a further explanation she could feel the color run from her face and the bile rise in her throat. She just nodded and followed him into the building not fully prepared for the scene that was in the basement. Blood coated the walls along with vomit and other bodily fluids and in the middle of the room was a body of a female in her twenties covered in sand with a broken hourglass laying next to her head. Two feet away from the body was a stack of three DVD's and six pictures and on the wall was a very familiar message.

"Time's up Agent North"

"Agent Turner take everything into evidence I have a plane to catch."

The older agent looked up in confusion "Ma'am?"

She looked directly at him "For the last time Turner ma'am is not my name I prefer Grace or Agent North if you feel the need to be professional." He nodded. "I think you're right Turner and there is only one person who can stop Hourglass and he lives in Santa Barbara."

She made her way to her SUV making the necessary arrangements to get the next flight out to Santa Barbara. It had been almost ten years since she had seen Shawn and she was understandably nervous. They work together on the Hourglass killings for two years; he the head agent-her the number two. They had been so close to catching the bastard but then she was taken and for four days tortured until he killed her baby and almost her. Shawn had found her just in time and for the next six months while she recuperated he searched for Hourglass but it was unsuccessful the killer had gone quiet, the other Hourglass cases were not cold but they had nothing else to offer. For ten years Hourglass was dormant and she was almost ready to be able to relax. Now as she sat on the jet waiting for departure she was tense almost unable to breathe. This time Hourglass your time is up.

A/N: Reviews are nice but not mandatory.