"Detectives." Chief Karen Vick approaches their desk carrying a folder. "Mr. Spencer was right."

"Please tell me you're talking about Henry?" Lassiter doesn't bother to look up from his paperwork.

"No, she's talking about Shawn." O'Hara gleefully told him, listening as she picks up the phone and starts dialing.

"Yes, Shawn." Chief Vick read through the file. "His prediction of the pictures was on the mark, and when we found the back-up video and undeveloped film, and the suspect is willing to make a full confession in exchange for the video to be kept out of the courtroom and the media.

"That means he's gonna come back." Lassiter rolled his eyes. "Can we not tell him until next week?"

But O'Hara had hung up the phone once and had dialed again and was now on the phone with Gus.

"Shawn was right, there was a video camera." She practically bubbles over the phone.

"I know". Gus answers quietly. "He told you."

"I know, and I'm so sorry. Do you know where he is? I've called him and the call goes to voice mail."

There is long pause before he answers. "He's gone."

"Gone where?" O'Hara said that in a voice that got the attention of several people in the office.

But she was not paying attention to what was going on around her.

"I don't know. I got a text that he was going away." Gus pauses. "By the time I got to his apartment he was gone. Paid his rent two months in advance and asked some of the ladies to water his plants and bring his mail in."

O'Hara was speechless as she slowly lowered the phone down.

Shawn had come to her apartment begging her to hear him out and she shut the door on him.

She had been angry that he had embarrassed her, she believed in him and he made her look like a fool.

"Just leave me alone." She yelled as she shut the door on him. Shutting him out of her life.

She leaned against the door, expecting him to keep knocking, making a nuisance of himself before she relented and let him in. That had happened before and she knew it to happen again.

It was a game that they enjoyed playing with each other.

But after a few minutes of silence, she looked through the peephole, expecting that he was probably making faces. She saw nothing.

She slowly opens the door, looking for him to be lying against the door so he would fall in when she opens it, or to find him curled up on in front of the door, just to embarrass her if anyone happens to see him.

But when she opened the door none of that happened.

He was gone.

And she hadn't seen him or heard from him since.