AN: Hey Psychos! So sorry for the long wait for the update, but I've been swamped with several stories, and a few official issues with another story that I had to get sorted out, and I was not permitted to work on this one, till they were sorted out! I am so sorry, but I hope this whumpy chapter will make up for it! I'm gonna try to update again….soon? Anyway…enjoy this one!

Shawn sped through the nearby beach sided streets of Santa Barbara. He glanced behind his shoulder to see if he had lost Lassie's cruiser, and he had. He sighed, in pain, and slowed down and pulled over. He hated to admit to pain, but his hand and head were throbbing in more pain than when he had been shot, not to mention the sickening gurgle that threatened to bubble up in his shaky stomach. Shawn slumped off of his bike, and crawled into an alleyway, away from prying eyes. Once, he was sure that no one was around, he pulled his arm out of his jacket, and let the tears penetrate his eye lids. He could see that the blood was already soaking through the thick bandage, and he could feel the head wound dripping down his cheek. Shawn considered who he could go to for help….hm…Jules? No. She already knew about it, and would make him go to the hospital. Gus? Definitely No! Dad? Well….maybe….but he would probably give him a lecture about injuring himself and being clumsy…no, he'd just have to take care of it on his own, and get to the station before they missed him. He crept back out to his bike, and produced a small, purple bandana from the bag on the back of his cycle. He rolled it up, and tied it tightly over his forehead, trying to limit the blood shed. Then for the hand…

Shawn glanced around, feeling like he was being followed. He saw a shadow slide into a corner. His keen eyes took in an unmarked grey van, with a couple of HUGE terrifying looking guys in the front seat. He could tell that the shadow was big too. He seemed to know that they were following him. Stalking him, like a predator, after it's prey. He carefully slid onto his bike and kicked on the ignition at full speed. He fumbled around and managed to pull out his lime green iPhone, and dial Juliet.

LASSIES CAR…

"Hey! It's from Shawn! I hope he didn't get in more trouble! Shawn? Where are you? Are you alright? It's so loud!" Juliet shouted in the phone.

"Yeah…hey Jules….what was that gang you were telling me about earlier?" Shawn glanced around. "you know…the one where they wreck cars and bikes, kidnap the driver, torture them, and then drop the bodies?"

"Shawn!? Are you with them!? Are you in trouble!?" Juliet gasped.

"um…let's just say….if I don't show up at the briefing….I might start to worry about me! Uh…wait..i'm about a block ahead of them…they're in a grey van…I can tell it's them… i just know it! I gotta loose them!"

"Look Shawn, you have to get up on a main road, or a place where people can see you, ok? Then, you'll have their protection! These people do not strike in crowded areas, Shawn, so they only do this for fun in the woods, or by the beach, where no one's around! Ok?" Juliet's voice sounded terrified and panicky, but she had reason to be so.

The victims of the past kidnappings hadn't come out very well. There had been seven reported attacks. The MO for the gang was that they were doing these attacks for pure fun. They seemed to strike randomly at people, all of various genders, races and life statuses. The only thing that seemed to connect them, was the fact that they were all driving a small car, motorcycle, or one even was riding a bike, when they were kidnapped. The gang would run them off the road and wreck the vehicle. They would then drag the disoriented driver out and place them in the back of another, larger vehicle, in which they also would put they're own car/bike. If the car wasn't small enough, they would have one of the gang bring it to their hideout. The driver was taken to a remote location, possibly a warehouse, or a garage somewhere, blindfolded. When at that location, the victim was believed to be tortured and beat up. The range of injury on the victims was wide. Some just received marks from boot and hand shaped fist marks, where they were hit. Others sustained gunshot wounds. Others had knife and blade slices and stabs. Other obscure markings were found on some victims, believed to be belt markings from heavy beating, and whip marks from a rigorous torture. After it seemed that the victim had been beat to the point of death, they were normally given a life threatening injury that would assure death. Then, when the victim was unconscious, or unable to fight back, they were taken back to a place where they were known. Four were found at home. Two were found at their workplace, and one was found in the coffee shop where he went every morning. Some staggered in on their own, while others were left on the doorstep, or thrown through a window. Four had been found dead. Two were found in coma states, and the last one had staggered in to his drop site in a daze. He then fell into a coma with the people who found him. One of the comatose victims had died. One was still in a coma, and the other, had just woken up.

Juliet thought about the case details that she knew about, but wondered why Vick had suddenly risen the concern for the case, and wondered why she had waited until now to bring in Shawn.

BACK TO SHAWN…..

Shawn set the phone in his pocket, since he couldn't talk and steer at the same time. He had put Juliet on speaker phone, but with his helmet, and the roar of his bike, he couldn't hear if she was saying anything. He just knew that he had to get away, and to some populated area, fast. The adrenaline rush made him forget his pain and he skidded into a street with a cul-de-sac at the end of it…..whoops…dead end….he could see the van gaining on him, but he also could tell that there would be people around, so he was safe, IF he could get close enough to the people.

At the end of the road, the Smiths were having a barbeque. After all, it was the day after the fourth of July, and there family with 5 small children loved to have get-togethers. They chatted and laughed amongst each other, until they heard some faint screeching and tire squealing not to far off. The party fell silent. John Smith, the dad, gasped when he saw Shawn's bike tearing down the dead-end street towards them. He then saw why Shawn was driving so fast. There was a suspicious looking grey van on his tail, and Shawn kept looking back nervously at it. John soon realized that Shawn wasn't looking where he was going. He shouted out in warning as the bike came closer and closer. Shawn grinned when he saw the van stop and start to retreat. He had won.

Jimmy Smith, a four year old son of John, loved cars. But not just cars, he loved anything shiny and moving fast. He gasped when he saw Shawn coming, but not for the same reason as his father did. "Whoa! Cool! It's a moto-cycer!" Jimmy slurred in his cute baby talk. He ran into the cul-de-sac squealing in delight. Shawn slowed down as he felt safe, but he still was going fast. Jimmy ran into the path of the bike and clapped his sticky, ketchup-covered hands in joy.

Shawn turned his head at a terrified scream. "JIMMY! NO!" John shouted in terror.

Shawn turned in time to see a giggling child in his path. "OH crap! Noooo!" Shawn knew that he couldn't hit the child, so he skidded to the side, his bike flying to the ground and rolling across the street, up someone's driveway. Shawn, meanwhile, was flung from the vehicle with such force, that he flew through the air. While airborne, the last thing Shawn thought before smacking into a rachstyle home's roof, was.. "MAN! My day Sucks!" Then he made impact. His body hit the roofing with a sickening thud. He rolled down the slanted roof, until he reached the edge. He stopped slightly clinging to the gutter, but he fell, landing roughly ten feet below on a hard patch of cement. The last thing Shawn remembered was people screaming. And a muffled shout that sounded familiar coming from his pocket. Shawn let the pain pull him into blackness.

AN: Hey so sorry again for the delay, as I usually try to update regularly…but this story got off to a quirky start, as I had the entire thing mapped out for what I wanted to have happen in each chapter, gradually rising the level of whumpage in each chapter…but I screwed that when I let the hood fall….so this might take a while to sort out….oh well! Shawn will still get beat up so much….honestly….after the first chap, he should have gone to the hospital, but as the crazy Psycho I am, I just couldn't let him do that now could I? Bwa ha ha! Shawn will be whumped more soon! Thanks again for reading! Hopefully more coming soon!