Gus's mind began to slowly process his surroundings as he desperately tried to figure out what was going on, the pain from the blow on the back of his head a constant, throbbing reminding that something terrible had happened at the Psych office.

Weaving his way through the mess, he carefully made his way over to the phone and dialed Juliet, knowing that she would make the matter a priority.

"Juliet!" Gus said quickly, cutting off her cheerful greeting.

"Gus?" She asked, confused that he would be calling her that late.

"Someone broke into the Psych office," Gus tried to explain.

"Are you ok?" Juliet asked concerned, already motioning for Lassiter to follow her to the car.

"I guess, I think someone knocked me over the head, but I really can't remember."

"We'll call an ambulance to come over…"

"Juliet," Gus began again, interrupting the detective, "Shawn's not here and he should be."

Gus could hear Juliet talk to Lassiter, but could not make out what they were saying. "Don't touch anything, Gus. And don't worry, we will figure out what happened."

Gus hung up the phone and carefully made his way to the front door, avoiding touching any of the debris strewn across the floor. The cool air alleviated some of the pain of his headache and he tried to relax as he carefully sat down on one of the benches outside.

The darkness and the rhythmic sound of the waves drawing his mind away from the worries at hand and he found himself slip into sleep.

Within moments, Gus felt me himself shaken out of his quiet dark bliss by a hand on his shoulder and was assaulted by a the rotating red/blue light shining in his eyes. "Sir," the medic began as he pulled, "You passed out."

Gus sat, up trying to remember why he was sleeping on a bench outside the police office.

"Can you tell us what is wrong with you?"

Gus watched Lassiter's maroon car pull up alongside the ambulance and watched Lassiter and Juliet set out.

"Sir, we were told that you may have sustained a blow to your head, we are going to take you to the hospital."

Gus suddenly snapped out of his confusion and quickly stood up to talk to the detectives. "I'm fine," Gus explained to the medic, as he stumbled still dizzy from the blow to his head.

"Sir, if you could just sit…"

"Gus!" Juliet called out as she hurried over with Lassiter.

"We need to check him out, he appears to have sustained a concussion," the medic explained to the detectives. "He was passed out on the bench when we arrives a couple of minutes ago."

"Gus," Juliet explained, interrupting him as he was about to talk. "Have the medics check you out, we'll get your statement later."

"Did you touch anything?" Lassiter asked, before Gus was led away.

"Uh," Gus tried to think back to the office, "I woke up in the back room and I called Juliet on the phone. The front door was open. I don't think I touched anything else."

"That's fine, Gus. Go have the medics take a look at you." After Gus was led away Juliet turned angrily at Lassiter, "He needs help, we can question him later."

"We needed to know what he touched, before we go in."

"I know, it's just…" Juliet stopped talking and turned to the building.

"I'm worried about Spencer as well," Lassiter explained as he followed the detective.

"I know."

ooooooo

"How is he?" Lassiter asked the medic, watching Juliet approach Gus who was currently sitting on the floor of the ambulance. They had made their initial observations of the scene and were waiting for forensics to gather what evidence they could.

"His memory is quite spotty of the events around the time of the injury, a result of the concussion. The injury to the back of his head suggests he was struck by something heavy, but I cannot be more specific."

Lassiter made his way over to his partner and Gus.

"Tell me everything you can remember from before you were attacked," Juliet asked, sitting down next to Gus.

"Shawn went on a taco run, which was around 9 O'clock. I sat down at my desk to look at some information about the case we are working on for the police, the one about the cheating ring."

"Do you guys have any other cases that you are also working on?" Juliet asked.

"No. I mean Shawn sometimes takes cases without telling me, but I really don't think he had any others."

"So you were sitting down at your desk; did someone knock on the door or did you see or hear anything?"

"I really can't remember anything after that. The next thing that I can remember was waking up in the back room and then calling you. Do you think someone kidnapped Shawn?"

Juliet turned to Lassiter, who nodded, before answering. "We can't say for sure, but we found his phone in the office and a shoe that we believe to be his as well. There is not much to go on right now, but forensics is searching for anything that the person who broke in may have left behind. Also, although the office was ransacked, nothing appears to have been taken, at least nothing obvious. When they release you from the office we will have you check to see if you can find anything missing.

oooooo

Shawn was abruptly awoken by a loud rhythmic, tapping sound. Each sharp sound felt like another blow to his head, causing his stomach to suddenly flip and his dinner to threaten a repeat appearance.

Shawn looked up, the dimly lit room happily welcomed by his splitting headache. From the far side of the warehouse he was currently in he could just make out a figure in the darkness, the owner of the voice. The tap of her high heeled shoes echoing across the open space.