Hey Psychos, thanks for coming back! Not sure how long this will be but let's see where it goes.

Author's note: I have no idea how realistic my plot is, but just go with it, alright? I need to give someone a reason to want to hurt Gus and who would ever want to hurt him? I guess that's all part of the mystery.

Note again: seasons 3/4 are filled with great Henry and Shawn moments, and that makes me want to write more about them, both in this story and hopefully another.

Also super sorry the chapters got duplicated and the first chapter disappeared. It's fixed now!

Let's get crackin'

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As soon as Shawn was able to be released, he was driven straight to his father's house. He was still extremely irritable, but Henry felt terrible for his son and everything he had to go through. He could tell he was in constant pain and having to be woken up every two hours throughout the night was not helping him feel any better.

They pulled into the driveway of Henry's house.

"Alright kid, inside and straight to the couch." Henry said as he opened Shawn's door for him.

Instead of complaining, Shawn simply complied. "Yeah alright, Dad."

He slid out of the passenger seat, closing his eyes once he was on the ground, feeling as if he would fall off of the face of the earth if they remained open, not like that made any sense. He was way past sense at this point.

All he wanted to do was sleep for a week. But that was not possible with his father's incessant wake up calls to check him out. He couldn't sleep well anyway. Every time he closed his eyes he felt his mind struggling to remember something-something important. In truth, his memory of the entire scene at the bar was blurred at best, and that was not a feeling Shawn Spencer was ever used to and it made him feel extremely exposed.

There is something I need to remember.

"You okay Shawn?" Henry asked, concerned when Shawn stopped upon entering the house. "Let's get you over to the couch." He gently guided Shawn over.

"Dad, please stop treating me like a newborn deer." Shawn whined.

"A fawn. And right now a fawn would walk better than you are."

They reached the couch and Shawn plopped unceremoniously on the cushiony surface. He was thankful to no longer be standing. Immediately his mind wandered back to the bar.

Hotpants,

acid-washed jeans,

Jack,

drinks,

Gus,

Cory...what is it about her?

"Shawn!" Henry interrupted his thoughts.

"What?" He asked, irritated.

"You're staring off into the middle of nowhere, what's up?"

Shawn sunk farther into the cushions, looking defeated.

"Okay seriously, what is going on?" Henry said as he leaned forward, concern evident in his features.

"I can't remember." Shawn said quietly.

"What do you mean you can't remember?"

"Last night...I can't remember everything. There is something important that I should remember, that I need to remember, but I can't." Shawn admitted.

"Well Shawn, I know that's a weird feeling for you, but you were cracked over the head pretty good, you're lucky you even remember anything."

"I know, but I just have this nagging feeling that there is something important I'm forgetting. It's something about Gus's date, I just don't know what." Shawn shook his head.

"Shawn, all the matters right now is that you rest and get back to 100%. You don't have any cases right now so just take it easy."

Shawn didn't reply. Instead he leaned back with his eyes closed. To anyone on the outside, it would appear he was doing what his father asked: resting. But on the inside, Shawn's mind was racing. He was attempting to piece together the night prior, but everything was blurred and choppy. He couldn't shake the feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was terribly wrong.

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"I got it!" Juliet yelled as she jumped to her feet.

Lassiter flinched and looked up at her in irritation. They had been going over the pile of papers for hours with no definitive answer. Lassiter was consumed in what had to be his hundredth sheet of records from the pharmaceutical company that Jay had been writing to when Juliet made her proclamation.

"Sorry..." she said sympathetically as she realized how her announcement caught Lassiter off guard, which slightly amused her. "But I think I've got it."

"What is it?" Lassiter said as he stood behind her and examined the document in her hand.

"It's Jay's father. He died somewhat recently and the whole thing is pretty complex." Juliet said as she glanced toward her partner.

"Complex how?"

"Well, for starters, Jay's father was a convicted felon. When he was younger he was involved with a gang up north in the Bay Area. He was only 18 when he was an accessory to murder. It was a robbery gone bad and he was the getaway driver. Apparently he had no idea someone was killed. The judge gave him 4 years with 15 years parole. He got out, met his wife, and soon she was pregnant. They moved down here when Jay was born. He's been clean ever since."

"Interesting. How did he end up dead? Some really old grudge?" Lassiter asked.

"No, cancer." Juliet replied.

Lassiter lowered his brow, still trying to connect all the elements.

"This guy had no form of insurance or means to pay for any type of treatment. It was stage 3, and the chance of survival even with treatment was very slim. His wife died when Jay was 3 and he had used all of his money to raise Jay and give him a shot at life. Once Jay moved out, the guy was basically homeless. I think Jay did his best to support him but he could only do so much. Except the past two years, it seems that Jay's father lived with him."

"Okay, so what is with the pharmaceutical company?"

"Jay has been paying for medicine for his father for the past two years. I guess he did some research and found that there are drugs that can possibly delay the effects of his father's cancer. It is a far-fetched concept for this situation, but it seems Jay was desperate."

"He probably felt guilty for leaving his father to fend for himself when he moved out. Also, how long has Cory been with him?"

"Just under two years, it seems." Juliet answered while still scanning the papers spread out in front of her.

"I know this whole thing is bigger than just a jealous ex. Nice work O'Hara, we just need to find-" Lassiter froze as his eyes caught sight of a name.

It took Juliet a second to realize her partner had stopped talking. She looked up and could see his eyes were locked on a sheet of paper.

"Carlton?"

"Lassiter!"

He blinked and looked over at her with a semi-shocked expression.

"I think I've got it."

He handed her the paper.

"Recognize any names on there?"

Juliet's eyes scanned the list of names rapidly. She saw delivery dates, addresses, prescription names, and a list of pharmaceutical representatives assigned to each address. Her eyes stopped when she recognized the name at the bottom of the list.

"Oh my God. It's Gus. What does this mean?" She said, feeling her voice rise as her heart rate did.

"I think Jay has a grudge against Guster. He was the one delivering the medicine to Jay's father. I think somehow he blames him for letting him die. Is that reaching too much?"

"No way, look at all these letters!" Juliet said as she pointed to the dozens of letters written to the company. All of them contained threatening messages and were dated very recently.

"Why weren't we informed of any of these threats?" Lassiter said angrily.

"You know how companies work. They'll do anything to avoid a possible scandal and honestly, I don't think they took the threats very seriously. Also, he only wrote them for the past two weeks."

"So let's get this straight." Lassiter said, facing the whiteboard. "Jay's father is sick and Jay wants to help him. He turns to pharmaceuticals because he saw no other option. He pays for the meds, but his father ends up dying within two years anyway. And this entire time, Guster is the one he's dealing with so he ends up targeting him." Lassiter said as he circled the "BG" he had written on the board for Gus.

"Whether or not this is true, we can't take any chances." Juliet replied. "We need to find Gus."

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Gus was relieved to say the least. He spent the night in Shawn's room and despite not getting a lot of sleep, he was feeling okay. He was just happy that Shawn was able to go home when morning came. He was there every time Shawn was woken up and asked to repeat the four words that the doctor had told him to remember when he was first brought in. Of course, Shawn remembered them perfectly and would then proceed to tell his father that he was participating in child abuse, to which Henry would remind Shawn that he was nearly 30 years old and therefore not a child. The arguing repeated on a cycle, but it made Gus smile because it meant Shawn was feeling enough like himself to intentionally irritate Henry.

Gus was also feeling great because he was able to see Cory again today. Even though her ex is insane, Gus was not about to let this beautiful woman slip away. He was even more ecstatic about the fact that she had invited him over for brunch, which she stated over the phone was "perfect apology meal."

He drove the blueberry over to her house after Shawn was discharged and on his way to Henry's. He parked in the driveway, adjusted his collar in the mirror one last time, and approached her door, ringing the doorbell once.

She answered with a smile and invited him in. He followed her but nearly tripped when she stopped abruptly just a few feet inside. She turned around and Gus was confused at her sad expression.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way." She said with a shake of her head. Gus was about to ask what was wrong as she looked away but he felt a strong grip pull him backwards and place a cloth over his nose or mouth. He held his breath for as long as he could while struggling but inevitably failed to free himself. He sunk to the ground and his vision faded with every passing second. He felt his body being moved back toward the driveway and he was lifted into what he assumed to be a car or van of some sort.

The last thing Gus remembered was seeing Cory walk away from him as the back door was closed and the last semblance of consciousness left him.

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Henry was pleased that his son had actually slept for an hour right when they got back to his house. He only had to wake him up a few more times to be safe before he could let Shawn sleep for several hours at a time. He approached his son, who was sprawled on the couch, and was immediately taken aback by his appearance. He looked pale and had a sheen of sweat coating his forehead. His face was twisted in pain and his eyes were rapidly moving beneath the lids. His breath was coming in harsh pants and he was mumbling incoherently.

"Shawn!" Henry said while shaking Shawn's shoulder. "Wake up! It's just a dream."

At Henry's touch, Shawn bolted upright. Henry could see his eyes looked unfocused and almost terrified. Shawn slowly became aware that he was awake and immediately buried his head in his arms.

"Oh my God..." he said as he sunk his head back into the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Shawn, what's wrong?" Henry asked, still concerned at Shawn's appearance.

"My head." He said, his voice mumbled against the cushion.

"I'll get you some painkillers. You need to take the antibiotic for your cut anyway." Henry replied.

"No no, no painkillers. Can't have...can't be foggy." Shawn gritted out.

"Shawn you being in pain isn't going to help you!"

"I need to be able to think." He slowly lifted his head so he could look toward his dad. "There is something I'm missing so please...just give me Advil. I'm fine, really." He did his best to look as if his head wasn't exploding, but based on his father's face, he had failed miserably.

Henry sighed and went to the kitchen to get the necessary pills. Shawn slowly shifted himself into a sitting position and put his head in his hands. In his dream he was out on a boat, quite literally fishing for his memory of the previous night. Normally he would appreciate the irony, but in his current state it was simply irritating. His line had caught it, but broke within seconds, so he dove into the water to find the memory he needed so desperately. He could hear his mind yelling at him to find what he was missing and that if he couldn't remember everything from last night, then very bad things were on the horizon. He kept diving deeper and deeper until he could no longer see where he was going. He started kicking toward the surface but it was like he was weighed down. No matter how hard he kicked, he remained under the surface. He was screaming for air when his dad woke him up.

Henry returned with the pills and a glass of water. Shawn took all four offered Advil and the antibiotic. The last thing he needed was for his stitched cut to be infected. He leaned back into the couch cushion and sighed.

"Still can't remember?" Henry asked gently.

"Nope. Nothing." Shawn said bitterly.

There was a pause between them. Henry folded his hands together and looked at Shawn."

"How many hats?"

"Are you serious?" Shawn shot him a look of anger.

"Yes. Now, how many hats?"

"You know this is actually ridiculous. I can't do this with you right now."

"Fine, then good luck remembering anything from last night." Henry did his best to sound like a scolding father, but it was difficult because his heart tore at Shawn's frustration.

They sat in silence for several minutes. Henry actually thought Shawn had fallen back to sleep but Shawn shifted forward, placing his head in his hands again.

"You know Shawn, just be-"

"Eight."

"What?"

"Eight hats." Shawn looked at his dad seriously.

Henry felt his heart lighten.

"Good Shawn. Now keep remembering, you can do this. It's all there."

Shawn shut his eyes again, mentally replaying all the steps from the night. Things started to become clearer. He could see the pool table, Jack's meaty fists grabbing him, sitting at the bar with Cory and Gus, Jay marching through the bar, Jay grabbing Gus-Gus.

"I...I think I'm getting something."

He kept his eyes closed, focusing on the scene where Gus was about to be turned into a Whack-a-Mole. What about Cory? Cory was vocal when Jay first came in, but once Shawn started talking, she became oddly quiet. He implored his mind to focus on her in that scene, realizing quickly what he had missed before.

"She looks irritated. She doesn't look concerned for Gus at all. Something is not going to plan for her!"

"Who are you talking about Shawn?" Henry asked.

"Cory! Somehow she's involved in this whole thing. She played a good part but when it finally came down to the end scene she let her demeanor slip. For some reason I think they were both after Gus." Shawn looked up at his dad, unsure of how to proceed.

"Why would anyone come after Gus? Are you sure Jay isn't just the jealous ex that got high and decided to get some revenge?"

"No. I know I'm right and I know something is totally wrong with that story. Cory immediately came over to him when we entered the bar. I love my best friend but that girl is way out of his league. Dad, we need to find Gus. Where did he go after he left the hospital?"

"To see Cory." Henry replied.

"Oh my God. Dad, this is bad." Shawn felt his heart drop to his stomach and suddenly became aware that his best friend was in danger; he just didn't know why.

Shawn saw his dad glance at his cell phone and try to hide the shocked expression that washed over his face.

"Dad?"

Henry looked toward his son.

"Dad, what is it?"

Henry looked at Shawn sympathetically.

"It's Gus, he's been taken."

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More action coming next chapter. Sorry for the delay! Shawn will do anything to stop Gus from getting hurt...