Earlier

Within a few minutes Shawn's motorcycle pulled up to the stop sign leaving the nice housing development. He couldn't think of any more witnesses to interview, any more places to search, or honestly anyone would want to harm the little girl.

Sure he had a couple of guesses-Tim Overland was fairly wealthy after all, but none of them seemed to be the type to kidnap the girl. Most of them were the type to use more stealthily ways to get what they wanted; none of them jumped out to Shawn to be the type to kidnap a girl from a family-friendly neighborhood.

Besides, Lassie would be all over the blackmail angle. There had to be some other angle he could work on this and not go the normal route. He was Shawn Spencer, he didn't do normal, his cases didn't do normal, and nothing in his life was suppose to be normal. Which was honestly just fine by him.

A black SUV pulled up behind him as he started to turn left to head back to the Psych office. He noted with some disappointment that it was almost sunset and he hadn't even found one clue leading in the right direction of the missing girl.

The SUV swerved to pulled up right beside him as he was turning, narrowly missing him as he yanked his handles sharply to avoid the collision. He barely even had time to throw his head over his shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of who was driving.

Instead he caught sight of a huge car grill almost running over his back wheel. Without even thinking about it, he accelerated his motorcycle forward, pushing it just out of the way. The SUV continued to move closer and closer, so close that Shawn could feel the heat from the vehicle.

He sped up a few more miles, but even that didn't help put any distance between him and the SUV. It seemed like it was speeding up with him. Shawn quickly glanced back again, and again all he could see was the SUV getting closer.

On second thought, Shawn thought, it's definitely speeding up. He made a sharp right turn to try and get away from the large vehicle trying to run him down, but it didn't even slow down. If Shawn lived to tell the story he was so going to swear that the SUV had been going so fast that it went up on two wheels. Two-wheeling vehicles always make a story so much more exciting, at least in his opinion.

"You have got a seriously bad case of road rage!" Shawn shouted and swerved onto another side street. He was hoping that if he could just keep swerving, then he would finally come across a cop or some good citizen who would call the cops or maybe even help. It's not like he really had much of a choice, the SUV would barely even give him a foot of space, much less allow him to make a quick escape.

With out warning, the SUV's grill bumped into Shawn's back tire. His bike swerved and weaved all over the road, completely out of control. It took all of Shawn's ride experience to direct himself towards the field at the side of the road.

He didn't even have time to try and press his brakes or to brace himself as he was thrown off of the bike and flew over the "For Sale" sign adversing the empty lot. He landed rather painfully, a sick sounding crack coming from his arm. He wasn't sure whether it was broken, pulled out of place, or what- but he did know that it hurt like hell.

"Ugh, what the hell just happened?" he asked as he tried to sit up. One, sharp pain stopped him from even attempting to do it again.

"Don't move," a deep voice growled out. Shawn eased his eyes open to see a man getting out of the vehicle. He motioned with his hand that was stuck in his jacket pocket for him to stay laying on the ground. Shawn didn't need to be super observant for him to notice that he obviously had a gun hidden in his pocket.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Shawn said before he could even think about it. The man stopped at his feet and stared at him for a second. He paused for a second, almost as if he wasn't quite sure if Shawn was stupid or really brave.

"Don't speak either," the man said as he bent down to Shawn's level. Shawn wanted to scoot away, to at least put a little bit of distance between him and the man towering over him, but he knew that it would be too much pain on his arm at the moment. It's not like he would have gotten far anyways, seeing as how the man was standing over him like a guard dog.

"That last one hardly seems fair. How am I going to ask questions or make fun of that ridiculous hair cut if I can't speak?" he asked, his voice almost managing to sound innocent. The man glared down at him and pulled his fist back.

Shawn felt his head whip to the side from the force of the man's fist. He could feel his lip crack slightly, causing blood to run down his lip.

"Forget it, I'm not waiting anymore," the man said as he pulled something that looked like a dark pillow case from his inside jacket pocket. Shawn tried to squirm away from the man's grip, but thanks to his arm and the hit to his face causing his head to ring, he wasn't able to escape it.

"Stop squirming around, you want someone to see?" he asked as he forced something that tasted like a dirty sock in his mouth and tied the pillow case over his head.

Shawn was tempted to try and say something along the lines of "Duh" but decided it might be best not to anger the man who was holding the gun.

His arm felt like it had suddenly been set on fire as the man hauled him to his feet. Seriously, who hauled someone up by an arm that clearly had something wrong with it? Shawn could have swore that it was being burned off to nothing but a stump as he stumbled towards the man's SUV.

The back door opened and Shawn felt himself being shoved inside the back. The man crawled in behind him and lashed his hands together quickly with a length of rope. Once Shawn heard the door shut he tried to wiggle his way free, but the man must have tied his hands to the back seat.

How the hell did this go so wrong? Shawn thought as he struggled against the ropes. From somewhere up front he could hear the man crawl back into the driver's seat and start the car up. Shawn's heart jumped into his throat. What did this man want with him? Where was he taking him? This wasn't like all the times he and Gus had goofed on a case and gotten "captured". This was the real deal.

Shawn jerked his head back and forth, trying to loosen the sack around his head. He knew that it wouldn't really matter, but if he could just get the sack off he would be able to see where they were going, and if he could see where they were going he might be able to text Jules or Gus what was happening. Or maybe he should text them now? But what would he say? "Hey, sorry guys. Need someone to come save me, I'm being taken to someplace by someone and I have absolutely no idea why?" What would that accomplish, except making everyone panic.

Besides, at this point in time Shawn wasn't even sure he could reach his phone. He did still have his phone, right? He stretched his fingers out to pat his back pocket, feeling slightly reassured when he felt the lump of the phone there. He sent a silent prayer to anyone that was listening that it hadn't been broken during the wreck.

His arm still burned as he wiggled his fingers. Well his arm wasn't broken at least. He had probably just landed on it wrong or something.

A particularly bad bump forced Shawn to smack his arm against the back of the seat he was tied to. Letting out a strangled gasp, he felt the entire vehicle shift and bounce down a bumpy road. He cast his mind around for any dirt or gravel roads that he might have passed by but none came to mind.

The ride seemed to go on forever in Shawn's mind, with each bump getting worse and worse. He tried to distract himself from the pain with anything that came into his mind, but nothing wanted to stay for too long. He thought back to breakfast with Gus, how Gus had eaten the last of the cereal and forced Shawn to steal some from him, how they had fought over the ring in the bottom of them box, and how everything seemed to be going just fine until now.

Everything' will turn out for the best, Shawn thought, It always does, right?

Meanwhile

Gus marched up to Henry Spencer's house, banging his fist up against the door. He shifted from foot to foot, his nervousness was getting the best of him.

"Coming, coming," Henry called from the other side of the door. When it opened up to reveal Gus standing there on his porch -without Shawn- he was honestly surprised. "Gus?"

"Hey Mr. Spencer," Gus said as he was led into the living room. One quick glance around the room told him that Shawn hadn't been there in a couple of days. The fact that Henry had Shawn's video game system still sitting on his coffee table was enough to prove that.

"Shawn hasn't been by here lately has he?" Gus asked, even though he knew it was useless. Maybe Shawn had stopped by and Henry had just gotten the game system back at another time?

Henry gave him a a confused look as he shut the door. He didn't even try to correct Gus and tell him to call him Henry. He had tried and failed too many times at that. "Shawn? No, not recently. He was suppose to stop by and clean up the attic so I would give him back his game but he never did," Henry said as he walked over to his couch, muttering something under his breath about people who skip out on their jobs.

Gus was officially worried now. "So if he's not here, Psych, or his apartment where could he be?" he asked, not truly expecting an answer.

Henry leaned back onto the couch as he watched Gus begin to pace. He always did believe that Gus worried way too much about some things. "Are you guys on a case?" Gus nodded his head. "Well then, he's probably out looking up a lead."

"Without answering his phone?"

"Maybe he's actually using his brain for once and realizing that when you break into some place your phone should be on silent," Henry suggested. Not that he was overly fond of the thought of his son sneaking around and breaking into places, but he did know that it was one of the 'less-than-legal' things that his son did.

While Gus would be happy to think that maybe Shawn had just forgotten to turn his phone volume back up, that didn't seem very likely to him.

"So he's went almost a whole day without bothering either one of us on this case?" he asked. Gus knew that Shawn could barely go a day without causing some sort of trouble, so it wasn't likely that he was simply not answering his phone.

Henry sighed as he leaned forward, drawing Gus's attention away from wearing a hole in the floor with his pacing. "Okay, so that is a bit strange," he said, as much as he hated to admit it. "Have you talked to O'Hara or Lassiter?"

"No," Gus said, shaking his head, " I wanted to make sure that he wasn't here before I called them in on this. You know how Lassie would react if he was called in and wasn't actually needed."

"Well, it seems like we're going to be going to the station then," Henry said. Quickly, he stood up and grabbed a jacket before hurrying outside with Gus.

Without another word, both of them hopped in the Blueberry and took off for the police station.

Okay, I know it has been forever since I updated, and I am truly sorry for that! Odyssey of the Mind has literally taken over almost every second of my life and already forced me into two breakdowns. So for the sake of my writings, I took a break from them. This chapter isn't one that I'm necessarily proud of, but it is for the most part done. Or it at least gets the point across. I'll probably rewrite it later when I'm not as stressed. Anyways, thanks to all my reviewers/faves/ alerters!