Shawn had a more nervous demeanor since Lassiter began taking his statement, as he recounted being shot, bound, thrown in the trunk of a car, running from his attacker in the woods, and being captured again at the gas station, he relived every experience as he spoke, showing a different, more vulnerable side to him. Lassiter barely recognized Shawn without his usually playful banter, something had changed in him, he was not the ball of energy that was always annoying him anymore, he was nervous, every loud noise made him flinch, he looked like he hadn't slept in days, and he was having nightmares from his harrowing ordeal, Lassiter knew he was partly to blame for that because he was making Shawn relive every single moment of the nightmare. Lassiter listened intently as Shawn spoke writing down everything he said, he had a new found feeling towards Shawn as Shawn clenched his fist and closed his eyes and spoke about being threatened with a gun in his face, or being shot and dragged away in the trunk of the car. Lassiter began to feel pity and even a bit of guilt for Spencer. He was the one who gave Shawn the Ice Cream truck case to begin with, looking it over as just some random accident. He was at the Gas Station where Shawn was being held, and was just 10 feet away as Shawn struggled to choke out a cry for help, a cry that he didn't hear. He found himself feeling guilty that he wasn't more perceptive at the station. There was a bloody handprint on the door for god sake's and he didn't even notice! He began to question his abilities as a Head Detective, but more than that, as he listened to Shawn's story, he began to feel a seething white hot anger towards the men who did this to Shawn.

Lassiter didn't like to admit it but Shawn was in a way...like family, he didn't have many friends but he could always count on Spencer to get the job done, even if it did involve some ridiculous theatrics, Shawn was someone he could depend on, who was there for him when no one else believed he didn't kill Chavez, Spencer stuck his neck out for him and nearly got himself killed in the process, though he did save both of their lives Lassiter thought the least he could do was to return the favor by nailing the sons of bitches that hurt and attempted to kill his...reluctantly he admitted Shawn was for all intents and purposes his..Friend.

Lassiter: "are you ready to finish giving your statement Shawn?"

Shawn: "Yeah I guess"

Shawn: "now where was I?"

Lassiter: "You said he from the looked at you when he had the gun to your head, you understood this guy was not the one to mess around with."

Shawn: "Yeah, I tried to think of how I could escape but there was some pretty strong duct tape binding my hands behind my back and my legs to the chair" " I'll really have to thank who ever invented duct tape for making such a durable substitution for ropes" "Anyway, I started talking to the man I knew as Garth Longmore, he was fixing the taillight I kicked out on his car with a roll of duct tape. I thanked him for duct taping my bullet hole with a shammy and asked if he could just mail me to my dad's house that would be awesome. I asked "So what do I call you, Mr. Blonde? Mr. Pink? You know" he told me to shut up but that is easier said than done. "I had a vision of him from years ago. He used to be in some unit called LRRP and was a sniper.

He told me he could take a target from 1200 feet, maybe even 1500, I told him that was impressive but that did beg the question why didn't he kill me from 3 feet? I told him I suspected it was because he wasn't a killer, at least not anymore. He told me to stop talking and my mind was running wild, I saw you and Dad coming towards the gas station and I thought I was saved, unfortunately, they had other ideas.

"Why didn't you yell for help Shawn?" Lassiter asked

"I tried Lassie believe me I tried but that abominable snowman clamped his hands over my throat so tight I couldn't breathe let alone scream. Shawn lifted his head and Lassiter could see the bruises formed on Shawn's neck, the distinct outline of a hand was visible in the bruises." I mouthed the word but nothing came out, no sound, I couldn't breathe and I was beginning to pass out, I made one last attempt to say "Carlton" but it didn't work and I was out cold. "The next thing I remember was being able to free myself from the duct tape on my hands, I could hear them arguing saying

"the kid should have been dead an hour ago"

, my phone was on a nearby table and was vibrating, I strategically knocked the chair over as the phone fell to the ground and landed on a dolly and kicked my feet to move the thing as fast as I could. I got to the phone and it was Gina! I tried to tell her it was really important for her to call the police, she hung up and she calls me self centered!

The guy Garth, he was standing over me with the gun grabbing my phone out of my hands, I thought for sure he was going to shoot me! He thought I was calling the police but I told him I just wanted to call my girlfriend to say goodbye, I knew he would sympathize because he had a girlfriend too, I saw her in a vision she had a red hair. That's when I called Jules, he said if I said anything he didn't like he would shoot me, so I had to try my best to give Jules clues as to where I was without giving away that I was giving clues. I think she thought this was really my goodbye call so I was trying to give her clues to give to you guys but I couldn't really say "tell Lassie and Dad to go back to the gas station, so I had to end the call with I love you and said "goodbye Abigail", hoping she would understand It wasn't really my goodbye call, and to give the message to you guys. " "Garth told me to hang up, when his partner burst in the room yelling.

"That's it it's done, how stupid can you be letting him use the phone like that, the cops are probably on their way right now. I'm putting an end to this",

I thought I would be dead right there, I braced myself for the pain but instead he shot Garth, hit me in the head and said

"one more stupid move and I WILL kill you, don't even think for one second I'll hesitate to put a bullet in your head. Remember what I told you?

He told me to be still as he bound my hands with rope this time, a nice change of pace, and he threw me in the back of his truck as he tied the other end of the ropes to the truck. He drove away, peeling out of there like a bat outta hell. "'Shawn had a hint of smirk on his face, a glimpse of the old Shawn. He was starting to get back to his joking and playful banter. Lassiter continued writing. As Shawn spoke, Lassiter could feel the rage building in him.

"My God Spencer!"

He had no idea what hell this kid had gone through. He knew about him being shot but all the stuff in between made Lassiter cringe, it's hard to imagine Spencer being hurt, tortured, threatened, and nearly killed, what's more it's hard to imagine Shawn not having some sort of witty remark, there were a few attempts made but during his statement Shawn just stated the facts in excruciating detail.

Shawn: "So anyway I was in the back of the truck tied up when I started to have hope again, I saw you guys coming to my rescue all Fast and Furious style. I managed to get out of my ropes and tried to talk Gus into letting me jump on the hood of his car, he said no because it was a company car. You know that is his excuse for everything? "

Gus let's just eat on the way?

Shawn doing his impersonation of Gus "No way Shawn, this is a company car."

"Gus I'm going to jump on your hood to get away from this maniac with a gun who wants to kill me."

"You must be outta your damn mind Shawn! This is a company car, jump on Lassiter's"

,"you know he was probably right, I wouldn't have fit on the hood of that little blueberry, I would have probably jumped on, fallen off, and been run over, so looking back I guess it's a good thing he didn't let me but it's the principle of the thing, ya know?"

"Shawn get back to your statement" Lassiter said trying to get Shawn back on track

"Sorry, right I was trying to talk Gus into letting me jump on his hood but he refused so I decided to jump on yours. The hood was bigger anyway, So I said "get a little closer" and you told me not to jump on your car because it was a brand new vehicle.

So I said "Look man, I have been shot I am jumping on somebody's car!" I tried to lift myself onto the side of the truck with my bad arm but failed the first attempt. I tried again and launched myself on your hood. I thought my Dad was going to have a heart attack! Did you see the look on his face? It was like he actually cared about me for a minute there, I know he was worried and I gotta be honest, I'm glad he was there. Just don't ever tell him I told you that."

"So I was hanging on to the hood with the bad guy shooting at me, each bullet getting a little too close for comfort, so you sped up and Dad grabbed the gun away from you to try to shoot out his tires, I told him to hand it to me because I had a clear shot at his radiator, he handed me the gun and I fired 3 shots into his radiator. You stopped your car, grabbed me off the hood and threw me towards safety, apprehended the suspect and Dad came over to help me back to the car, I suggested "shouldn't we wait for Diesel and Rodriguez before you slap the cuffs on him? And after that I remember hitting the ground and then waking up here. Is that all Lassie, because I'm in some serious pain over here, the drugs they have me on aren't nearly as good as they say"

"Yeah Shawn, that'll do" Lassiter picked up his pen, put it in his pocket, grabbed his notepad, and cracked his knuckles, and got up to leave. As he did he turned off the light and said

"Feel better, Detective." End of Chapter 4