A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND WE'RE BAAAAAAAAACK!


"What the-" I slam on my brakes, pulling over to the side of the road. Jumping out, I first notice the blood. It skids some in the road, then stops in the grass, only to have a steady flow over to the shoulder.

Going over to the destroyed bike, I can't help but think of Shawn. Especially when I recognize the license plate.

Wait a second, I think, Where's Shawn? Wouldn't the hospital have called me, and the police be out here? Where was he last? Juliet's!

"Hello?"

"Juliet! Have you talked my son recently?" I ask.

"Just when he was at my house last night. In fact, he and Gus were suppose to meet the chief an hour ago but they haven't showed." she says.

"Gus too? Hmmm... Alright. Hey, could you have someone come out here to Pigeon Street? I think Shawn may have wrecked his bike again."

"Oh-my-gosh, is he alright?"

"I don't know... There's blood."


"How do you feel?" I ask Shawn. He's so pale.

"Well my head's still pounding, but only my left arm and leg and chest hurt now. I'm pretty sure some of my ribs are broken." he grimaces.

"Well, any improvement is good, I guess." Not exactly improvement, but I'm trying to be somewhat optimistic.

"Yeah."

I'm really worried about him. He lost a lot of blood, from all of the gashes and scrapes, and I can tell he's in a lot of pain. Not that he's letting much of it show. He's always been that way. Even when he's hurting he cares about others first. I don't know how much longer he'll last. Almost a day has gone by now. It's torture. If they wanted to punish us, why not just tell us what we did? Even hold a gun to us. At least that way Lassie could come busting in and save the day. Who knows now?

"Hey Gus?"

"Huh?"

"Am I crazy or is it raining?" he says, looking up.

I look up too and see that he's right. But it wasn't raining. Although water was was pouring down, it was from sprinklers that I could have sworn weren't there before. It was the first time I realized I was wet. And cold.

"It's freezing!"

"Just what we need."


The water sprays for five hours according to Gus's waterproof watch. By the time it stops, everything is soaked, and the water comes a few inches below the edge of the beds. There was nothing to stop it from running in our faces. Although it did at least wash most of the blood and gravel/dirt off of me.

Except now we're freezing. And wet.

"Well at least now you can practice your breaststroke Gus!" I joke with him.

Silence.

Somebody's not in a joking mood.

I don't blame him.


"Dude! Gus!" I call to my sleeping friend.

"What... ACHOO!"

Ignoring the increasing signs of hypothermia, I continue. "My butt is ringing!"

"That's dis- disturbing."

"No seriously! I think my phone is ringing. I've never been happier to get that waterproof treatment! Can you grab it out of my pocket? I can't reach it with my right hand."

"Sure."

I thought I was shaking bad, but when he came over and pulled my phone out and handed it to me, he could have been having a seizure.

"It was my dad! I wonder why I didn't hear or feel any other calls. It says I've missed 15 calls, from Jules, my dad, Lassie, the chief... huh. Who should I call back?"

"Who -ACHOO- called the most?"

"My dad. I think I was going to call him anyway." I say.

"Hey Sh-Shawn?" Gus asks.

"Yeah?"

"Why aren't you as cold as me?"

"I am, but don't forget I spent half a year in Colorado. That was pretty dam cold too." I explain. I know the excuse is crap, but I honestly have no reason why Shawn is so much worst off.

Clicking on my dad's name, I feel a rush when it starts dialing. I put it on speaker for Gus.

"Shawn?!" my dad's voice comes though the phone.

"Heey-ey Dad, how are you doing?"

"Worried sick! Where are you?"

"Haha... I wish I knew."

"What do you mean? Are you alright? Is Gus with you?" he asks.

"R-Right here Mr. Spencer. ACHOO!"

"Gus! Shawn, what's happening?!"

"I don't know Dad! Somebody crashed into me, and Gus was taken in his sleep, as far as we know. Now we're soaking wet in some basement thing and I'm pretty sure Gus is coming down with hypothermia. And I don't mean to complain, but I'm pretty sure I've got some broken bones."

"Yikes. Hey, listen, we're tracking your phone. Just stay on the line."

"No problem!" I reply.

"When-"

I don't hear what he says because at the moment the hatch opens and the lights turn out, followed by the sound of something heavy dropping into the water.

What is apparently a person grabs my phone and holds it up.

"I though I told you two to behave! THIS is not behaving!" he yells, throwing the phone in the water, but not before breaking it in his hands.

With only a small stream of light coming through the hatch, I am surprised when I am punched in the face. Pain shoots through my head again, and I curse. So does he. Feeling him lean in closer to me, I attempt to scramble away, but he grabs my neck, squeezing it so tight, I can't breath. After a few seconds I grow light headed and pass out.


A/N: I've always had my own sense and style of writing that I've been slowly getting out of the last few years because I find people find it hard to keep up with, and one of the things I used to do was constantly switch POV. I didn't want to change this to second person though, because that's even weirder. Anyway, like I said, if it's too confusing just tell me.