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Shawn's hands were shaking as he held the small slip of paper. Who knew that something so small and insignificant as a note was capable of changing a person's mood so quickly?
"Spencer?" Karen noticed Shawn's perturbed look.
Shawn looked up, still in shock. "What?"
"Are you okay? What does it say?"
"You mean you haven't read it yet?"
"It was in an envelope addressed to you. I don't know how you work, but here at SBPD, we don't open other people's letters."
"Oh." Shawn looked down at the piece of paper again, then he handed it to Vick. He walked out of the bank office running his hands through his hair in frustration. He remembered what happened last time Yin decided to target Shawn. Disaster happened, and people he cared about were put in danger. He couldn't let all this happen again. He had finally gotten together with Jules. Nothing could happen to her because a serial killer had some strange fascination with him. It just wasn't right.
"Shawn?"
He looked up.
"It'll be ok. We will catch this guy."
Shawn wasn't all too sure about that.
They exited the bank office and met the others at the entrance. Talia was already in a squad car with Buzz behind the wheel. Before Carlton and Juliet could follow, the Chief called them back.
"What's up, Chief?" Juliet asked as she jogged over, Lassiter following right behind her.
Karen bit her lip. "It seems that Yin is back." She said slowly and steadily.
There was a moment of stunned silence.
"What, did I miss something? I was just using the bathroom." Gus came out from the building.
"Yin is back." Juliet whispered.
"Wait, seriously?"
Karen nodded. "He's back. Shawn received this note this morning." She handed Lassiter the paper.
Lassiter looked at the note, turning it around, upside down, and backwards, as if hoping a clue would pop out at him.
"That's all we got so far, but I believe that we should assume that Yin will be taking another victim. Considering what happened last time, O'Hara, I want you to have police protection until this guy is caught." Juliet opened her mouth to protest, but was shot down by the glare Karen gave her. "Lassiter, when we get back to the station, I want you to look at any missing person reports that have been filed in the last 24 hours." Lassiter nodded and walked towards his car. Chief Vick continued, "Spencer, can you get any psychic readings on this note? Something telling us when he's going to leave his next clue, and where?"
Shawn looked up, uncertainty in his eyes. He took the note, and began studying it thoroughly, he face scrunching up a bit as he looked for clues.
"Do you see anything?" Gus asked.
"Sorry, Gus. I just can't pick up on anything. There's nothing here to pick up on. It's just plain old paper." Shawn sighed in frustration.
"Right, well, let's head back to the station. There's not much we can do here." She headed to her car.
Shawn just stood there, unmoving. His mind was spinning, and his anger was growing each second. He slammed his fist into the concrete wall next to him.
"Ouch." Instantly regretting it, and deciding that it only looked cool in movies, he cradled his right hand.
"That was smooth."
"Shut up, Gus."
"If you're going to catch Yin, you have to keep a level head. Just saying."
"I know, I know. Just let me think for a second."
Gus raised his hands in defeat, but jumped almost a foot in the air as Shawn yelped and ran towards the blueberry
"Shawn!" He heard Gus shout down the hallway. "Shawn! Where are you going?"
"Using my brilliant brain, of course." Shawn turned around, fire in his eyes. "I'm going to see Yang."
"Again? But you spoke to her last time, and she told you everything. What does she have to say now that she didn't before?"
"She knows more about him than she's letting on, Gus. I just need to speak to her one more time, and don't you try to stop me."
Gus solemnly looked at Shawn, then smiled a bit. "What best friend would I be if I stopped my friend from investigating someone that had kidnapped his girlfriend? Not that most best friend's had to do that, mind you. In fact, I think normal best friends would never be in this situation, but we're beyond normal, aren't we?"
Shawn looked at Gus, smiled, and held out a hand for a fist bump.
"You know that's right."
Shawn was about to get in the car when his phone started to ring.
"Are you gonna get that?" asked Gus.
"Nah. Probably just my dad, begging me to come do some stupid job." The phone gave one last ring.
"Shawn, it's the middle of the night. What if it's an emergency?"
Shawn paused. This was true. He took out his phone to see who it was that called him.
"Huh. It says 'restricted'. Looks like they left a voicemail." He started playing it.
"Tsk tsk, Shawn. You should really learn to pick up your phone. You never know who it is that's calling. I'll forgive you though, since you are still in a state of shock that I decided to come back. I understand, I really do. Well, here's your clue for who the victim is. I'm sorry if it doesn't rhyme. I've been out of tune lately..." Shawn's face paled, realizing who it was. He put his phone on speaker. Gus froze when he heard what Yin was saying.
"Roses are red. Violets are blue. Gina says hi, and goodbye to you too...
To help it along a bit. I'll give one more clue, considering Mary isn't there to help you anymore..." Shawn remembered Mary, the strange guy that knew all about Yin and Yang. He was creepy, but Shawn had grown to like him a bit within the last five minutes before he died. Poor Mary didn't get to play racket ball like he had wanted to, his life cut short by Yin creating a murder imitating Alfred Hitchcock films.
"You were to die at midnight, or that was the plan, but you outsmarted Death. Now someone else has to die, most likely from an impact from a truck. You're Lew Bookman and she's now Maggie. Now you must come to save her before Death decides that she must be the one since you decided you weren't. Oh yeah, It's no longer Alfred Hitchcock. I've moved on to a more mind boggling series. Perhaps the clue can help you figure it out.
Now you know how much time you have. It's 12 a.m. now, so I suggest you start looking."
End of message.
Oh crap, this was not good.
