Yes, another chappie. :) Welp, let's get started on Chapter 2 now. I would love to thank my awesome reviewer from the last chapter.


Juliet woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. "Ouch! What happened?" She asked, rubbing her head. "Did I pass out or something? Or was I tired enough to go to sleep anywhere?" She wondered when she noticed that she had fallen asleep at the station. She glanced around, then pushed herself up, staggering slightly. She spotted Lassiter sleeping in the corner of the room, then walked over to him. "Carlton?" She asked, shaking him.

Lassiter opened his eyes, glancing at her. "O'Hara? Why are you in my house at this hour?"

She rolled her eyes. "We are not at your house.."

"We are at the station.." he finished for her, glancing around. He slowly sat up, rubbing his forehead. "Ouch. What happened last night?" He staggered to his feet, holding the wall for support.


Gus opened his eyes, glancing around. He yawned tiredly, then got slowly out of bed. Why was his head pounding? He grabbed his cell phone, then decided to call Shawn. Maybe his friend could help him figure out why he was feeling this way.

It rung four times, then went to voicemail.

He hung up, then decided to call the Psych office, maybe he was already there. But nobody ever answered after several rings. "That's weird." He hung up, then slid the phone back into his pocket. Why wasn't Shawn answering either phone? He always answered his cell phone, and it wasn't turned off because it rang four times instead of going straight to voicemail.


Kate had been knelt beside him all night, holding up a damp washcloth to his forehead where he was hit. "Why did you come back to check on me? Why didn't you just run and this would have never happened to you."

She listened to the door open and close behind her. "He okay?" The new voice asked, after stepping into the room.

She glared over her shoulder at him. "No, Carl. He's not okay, did you have to hit him so hard?" She snapped. "Now we may end up needing to take him to the hospital."

Carl shook his head, then pointed the gun at her. "No, Kate. We can't do that. You know what would happen if we were to go outside, right? We had to leave your place because his friend would come back looking for him there, so we can't leave here to go to a hospital and risk me getting caught again. So I want you to help him, or I'll take you both out right now."


Juliet answered her phone on the first ring. "Gus? Something going on?" She asked, glancing over at Lassiter while she waited for him to speak.

"Shawn is missing," Gus said talking fast and panicky. "He's not in his apartment, he's not in the Psych office, and he's not answering his phone. I tried Henry, but he hasn't heard from him since yesterday, have you?"

She thought a moment. "No, I haven't. Where are you now?"

"I'm at the office," he answered.

"Sit tight, we will be right there." She hung up. "Come on, Carlton." She said, walking out of the station. "Gus said that Shawn is missing, so we have to meet him at the Psych office and see if we can figure out what's going on."

Lassiter nodded. "Got it." He said, getting into the car.


Gus was pacing around when he heard the door open and a few moments later, he saw Juliet walk in with Lassiter right behind her. "Tell us everything now," she said, looking around for anything that might help. "Start from the beginning."

He nodded. "Okay then, at the crime scene last night, after Shawn had asked her a few questions, we decided it would be best if we drove her home that night instead of her riding in a taxi by herself since she was so shaken up. When he got to her house, Shawn had walked her inside. Then about 21 or so minutes later, he texts me saying that I could go ahead and go home because he would be awhile, which I thought was weird, but I was too tired to really think about that so I left and went home. Then this morning, I woke up with a pounding headache, and I called him to see if he could help me figure out what had happened last night. But he didn't answer his cell phone, he always answers!"

Juliet exchanged a glance with Lassiter. "We should head back to this girl's house to see what we can figure out," she suggested.


Kate gently shook him. "Shawn, wake up." She said softly. "This was not suppose to happen." She glared over at Carl. "He was not part of the deal!" She turned her attention back to Shawn. She sighed when she got no response from him, then put the damp cloth back to his forehead. "You better hope that he doesn't die, or I'm turning you in for murder!"

Carl walked over to them. "We're in this together, Kate. I knew that you was unhappy with Mitch, so I took him out of the equation, just so we could be together. And I will willingly do that to him too and tell the cops that you helped me."

Kate didn't say anything to that, but just sighed. "But I had nothing to do with this! Your creepy obsession with me led you to do all this," she paused, thinking. "But Shawn had nothing to do with this! You was Mitch's manager for crying out loud!"

Carl rolled his eyes, then cocked the gun. "Watch your mouth, missy. I will pull the trigger!"

She shook her head. "No you won't, because your obsessed with me!" She turned her attention back to Shawn. "Now just walk away, and don't let the door hit you on the way out." She listened to his footsteps as he walked out of the room. "Shawn?" She asked softly, gently tapping his cheek.

At her touch, Shawn snapped open his eyes. "Kate?" He glanced around, until his gaze rested on her. He slowly sat up, holding his hand to the side of his head. "Ouch. What happened?"

Kate took a deep breath and sighed. "You was just in the wrong place at the wrong time," she said softly. "Why didn't you just leave when you had a chance?" She asked.

He shook his head. "I couldn't leave without making sure you was okay." He winced at the pain. He glanced towards the door when Carl walked back in.

"Good, he's awake." Carl said smugly, crossing his arms. He walked on into the room and closed the door behind him. "Alright now." He knelt on the floor beside him. "You wasn't suppose to be there, Spencer. I was just going to take Kate away, I didn't want to knock you out, but I also didn't want to go back to prison."

Shawn rubbed his head, wishing it would stop hurting. "What did you hit me with?" He asked. "It feels like it was a ton of bricks."

Carl smirked, then stood up. He glanced over at Kate, then back at Shawn. "You know something, I like torturing my victims before I kill them, its more fun that way," he said, purposely ignoring his question. "Except Kate, she's not my victim. She's my accomplice. And don't listen to her, we arranged for you to be there at that exact time."

Shawn glanced at Kate in confusion. "What? It was a set up?"


Sorry, I kind of couldn't think of how to end this chapter for a few days. So I hope this was a good ending place. If you have any good ideas for ways to torture our faves, please let me know. My mind is kind of refusing to think for me. Anyways, follow, favorite, review, or do all three preferably. Welp, time to work on the next chappie, stay tuned.

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