A/N: So sorry about the delay in this chapter! I had some issues writing it, which is why I'm afraid to say that it's not very good. However, stick with it! I do believe we're in the homestretch. I'm thinking no more than three more chapters (at least I hope). The next one is gonna be a whole lotta whump.

Shawn sighed as he guided the blue Echo into the last turn, onto his father's street. By now Gus probably realizes that Shawn took his car, which was part of Shawn's less than thought out plan. Steal Gus's car, and have his best buddy have his best girl track his movements. They'd save him, they had to. Shawn had always thought that he'd know when it was his time to—die. Today did not feel like the day. Today felt like a crappy day, that was a given, but it didn't feel like an 'I'm going to die' day.

Once he pulled up to his father's house, he realized quickly that his truck was missing. Not that Shawn really expected much else. Either he'd get here, and Henry's rusted out truck would be perched in the driveway with Paulo awaiting his arrival inside the house—or the truck would be gone, with Paulo holding his father hostage to get what he wanted. Luckily, Shawn was willing to give that son of a bitch what he wanted.

Placing the Echo into park, and yanking the keys from the ignition, Shawn emerged from the small car. Striding quickly toward the door, Shawn found that the sliding glass wasn't quite closed. That was sign numero uno. His father would never leave the door open. Even if it was just a crack. Sign numero dos was the barely there amount of blood on the floor. So Paulo had hurt his father. This was already going in a direction that Shawn was not happy with.

"Dammit." Shawn cursed. He knew that Paulo wanted him, he just didn't know how to find him.

Suddenly the phone rung, and Shawn thought twice about answering it. Knowing that his father would yell at him if he intercepted an important call and forgot to tell him about it. Better yet, it could be Gus or Jules. He didn't need them to know that he was at his father's house, not yet. Not when he didn't know exactly where his father was. With all his pondering, the machine picked up. The slightly panicked voice of his father burst through the speakers, and had Shawn running toward the phone. Yanking the device to his ear.

"Dad!"

"Shawn—whatever he wants, don't do it! Go to the cops-" A whispered curse and a moan alerted Shawn.

"Ah! Mr. Spencer. I do believe it's time that we talk about what you did. It's not nice to steal from people, Mr. Spencer-"

Shawn glared off into space, as he gripped the phone tighter in his hand. "Look, Paulo. My dad is Mr. Spencer. So, how about we stop with the Mr. Spencer. Alright? Second of all, I didn't steal from you—at least not technically. Technically, I stole from Antonio, and it was his own damn fault. So, how about you let my dad go, and we talk about this like grown men?"

Shawn heard Paulo laugh loudly. "Ah. Shawn, you see, when you steal from my men then you steal from me. The amount of cocaine you stole from Antonio was worth at least two grand. So, either you pay me back the two grand plus interest, or I kill you're father, since I took him as collateral."

Shawn growled into the phone. "I don't have two grand, Paulo. Look, my dad has nothing to do with this! He doesn't even know about it. Let him go, you can have me instead. You know you'd rather kill me, Paulo. I'm the one that made a fool out of you. Took some of you're stash without you even knowing it!"

Shawn smiled when he heard a string of curse words escape Paulo's lips. Shawn knew he had pushed Paulo into a corner, he just hoped it was the correct corner. "Fine! We'll meet, I'll let your father go, as soon as you give yourself over to me. It will not be a fast death, Shawn. I will kill you slowly and it will hurt. At least your father would have died quickly, no pain involved."

"Just tell me where, Paulo."

"There is an old, abandoned warehouse on Garden Street near the wharf. You know where that is, psychic Shawn?"

"Yes."

"Great. You have 30 minutes. I suggest you get a move on it."

Shawn hung up the phone. He hoped that his friends would be able to find him, because today was really starting to feel like a 'I'm going to die' day, and Shawn really wasn't ready to die.

"He took my damn car!" Gus huffed, as Juliet patted him on the shoulder. A look of almost glee on her face. Gus figured that Shawn's latest stunt had sent her over the edge. He had decided a long time ago that he felt bad for whatever woman that Shawn ended up truly settling down with. Gus had known for a long time that he was special, being able to put up with Shawn's stunts and not lose his mind. Gus sighed, as he carefully put his arm around her shoulders. "Juliet, just—try to breathe-"

Her gleeful look quickly changed to one of confusion. "What are you talking about?" Her eyebrow raised slightly.

"Well, Shawn is infuriating, and his stunts can drive a person to madness. Though, I can honestly say that I've never actually-"

Juliet held up a hand to stop him. Running off on tangent speeches were one thing that the best friends had in common. "Gus, I haven't lost my mind." Juliet had to giggle a little bit despite the situation, at the look on Gus's face. "Shawn has a plan! He took you're car, because he knew that you'd activate the tracking device in your car! He wants us to find him so that we can arrest Paulo."

Gus nodded his head, his mouth agape, as he realized that he had just insulted his best friend's girlfriend. If Shawn lived through the day, and Juliet told him—Then the rest of what she said clicked. His best friend was a genius in disguise!

"Shawn always was a man with a plan. His plans just weren't usually so—smart. Generally didn't work out well for either of us. Speaking of—I prefer to not have my best friend kill me-"

"Don't worry. I won't tell him that you thought I had went off the reservation. It'll be our little secret. Now, let's go find Shawn and bring him home!"

Henry yanked against his restraints, his screams muffled by the rag that was tapped against his mouth. He had heard this sickening human being talking to his son. Henry knew that he had no plan to let himself go, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let his son waltz right in here and get himself killed.

Shawn was so bullheaded, never thinking anything through. Never once has he ever thought of the consequences of his actions. How Shawn had been able to keep his charade going with the police, was beyond Henry. He loved that boy to death, he was his son after all, but he was so infuriating sometimes.

"Ah, Mr. Spencer. All you're going to do is harm yourself. What will Shawnee boy think when he gets here and his daddy is hurt? He will just never forgive me. How will I live with myself?" Henry glowered at Paulo who was bending down to met Henry at eye level. Using his tongue against the God-awful tasting rag, Henry pushed at it. Licking at the corners of his mouth, smiling at the tape's hold started to give. Shoving his tongue against the nasty rag once more, he wanted to laugh when it fell against the floor.

Hacking quickly, Henry's mouth twisted into a wicked smile as he spat in Paulo's face. "Shawn has a plan. My son doesn't do anything half-assed." Henry was proud that he was able to keep his voice level, and made sure that his facial expression never wavered.

"That may be, Mr. Spencer." Paulo grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed off his face. "But I will kill you're son before any backup appears. Then for fun, I'll kill you too. Though, I can't say it's been a pleasure. You're quite the hateful man. No wonder you're son hates you so."

Henry's eyes narrowed. This guy was just trying to ruffle his feathers. No way was he going to give Paulo the satisfaction of watching him scream. Henry would just sit there, perhaps yell at his son for being a dumb jackass, but that would be later. Right now, he was focusing on getting this idiot holding him hostage, into making a mistake.

Shawn zipped the blueberry around a corner much faster than the posted speed limit. Gus would be screaming like a girl, if he were currently in the car with him. Shawn was careful to not scratch the precious car, as he zipped through traffic. He was running out of time. Damn Paulo and his need for Shawn to get there so quickly in lunch time traffic. Growling, Shawn gripped the wheel tighter, wishing for his Norton so desperately. Blowing past a semi truck that honk at him, Shawn ran the next red light, almost closing his eyes when a dodge ram almost collided with him.

Without a backward glance, Shawn switched lanes quickly, and turned onto the correct street. The street was littered with tiny houses that had seen better days. So the old, decrepit warehouse stuck out like a big, infected, sore thumb. Speeding down the road, Shawn mashed his foot hard against the brake when a bright red ball bounced out in front of him, followed by a teetering toddler. Shawn swiped a hand against his brow, as the mother fluttered after her disappearing child, and glowered at him for driving unsafely. If he had time, he'd explain the situation. However, he could hear the proverbial clock, tick tocking, down the minutes until Paulo massacred his father.

Slamming his foot back down on the gas, the blueberry lurched forward until it reached the end of the road. Curving out a hard right, Shawn slammed on the brakes, sending the car into a tail spin that landed him into parking in front of the creepy old warehouse. Gus would kill him for this, but Shawn left the car running, connected his phone to the blue-tooth and hit the correct speed dial. His girl was smart, she'd figure this out, if she hadn't figured out the car thing. As the other line started to ring, Shawn broke into a sprint toward the building.

He skidded, as he stopped long enough to haul the heavy metal door open. As he slipped inside, he lost his grip on the door, the only thing lending light to this portion of the warehouse, and he was enclosed by a deep darkness.

A click was the first thing he heard. Definitely a noise that he had heard numerous times. A noise that meant that a gun was currently being pointed at him. All fingers pointed at Paulo Markson, though it could be one of his boys too.

"Ah! Shawn Spencer. Bout time we meet in person. I really would have hated to kill your father—or get anyone else involved. Like the pretty little detective you've been screwing."

Shawn glowered at the faceless voice. "Let's just get this over with, Paulo. I want to see my dad before you release him."

"Yeah, about that. Little change of plans, my young friend." Shawn stood, his mouth agape, as a gun was shoved against the back of his head. "I suggest you move, Spencer. Otherwise, I'll put a bullet in your head and won't think twice about putting one in your old man as well."

A/N: 5 reviews this chapter. Not too bad. I need you to rally behind this story, as it's proving more difficult to write in these later chapters. Review, Review, Review. It does help, plus it puts a smile on my face.