"Shawn! Are you ok?"
The car was speeding away and Shawn was on the ground, having jumped as the car had just narrowly missed him. He looked down at the items which had fallen from the car.
"Yeah, I'm ok," he said, picking them up. "But Juliet's not."
The first item was a small ziploc bag containing three hairs, one long and blond, one long and black, and one short and black. The next item was another note, typed in the characteristic green ink. This one read: Psychic, you have five hours to find our previous location. I'll be watching you. If you aren't there in time, she dies. -Mr. Moon P.S. Keep doing your research. The third item was the item which bugged Shawn the most. It was a picture of Juliet, unconscious with her head bleeding, tied to a chair.
"Quick, we gotta go," Shawn said.
"Go where?" Gus asked.
Shawn held up the bag. "To get these hairs analyzed. They have to be a clue. Come on!"
They ran to the car and got in. As Gus peeled out he said, "How are we going to analyze those hairs without clueing in the police? They aren't just going to let us play around with their equipment."
"I know!" Shawn said, frustrated. "But we can't just tell them. We're being watched."
"Well you've got to come up with something," Gus said, driving towards the station.
"I'm working on it,"
Shawn was studying the photograph, trying to pick clues out of it. It looked like she was in somebody's living room. She appeared to be tied to a kitchen chair, which had been placed in front of the couch in a very clean, boringly decorated living room.
"I've been there," Shawn said.
"Been where?"
"Here! In this room, where they've got Juliet!"
"Which would be where, Shawn? Am I still driving to the station?"
"Yes, Gus, don't be a wet burrito on a hot afternoon. But hurry! We need to talk to Lassiter,"
"Why?" Gus asked.
"Because," Shawn answered. "This picture was taken in his house."
Shawn was positive that's where Juliet was. He remembered the living room clearly, from when Lassiter had been suspected of murder and Shawn had been taken there after figuring out what was going on. He had sat on that exact couch. He'd watched Lassiter pull a gun out of a bowl.
"But why would they be there?" Shawn muttered, as Gus parked the car.
He and Gus ran up the steps, with the ziplock bag in hand.
"How exactly are we supposed to go about this?" Gus asked.
"I'm going to cause a distraction. You're going to go get these analyzed," Shawn said.
They split and went in different directions, Gus immediately going into "stealth-mode".
"Don't worry bout it," he whispered. "You're like a jackal. You've got this covered."
Meanwhile, Shawn ran into Lassie, who was still there, of course, working on a murder case.
"Spencer. What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I was just wondering if you heard anything about Jules." Shawn said.
"Nothing. Have you?" Lassiter was clearly stressed out.
Shawn shook his head and took a deep breath. "I had a vision..." he said slowly, trying to pick his words carefully. He didn't want to get Juliet killed.
"Is this relevant?" Lassiter asked. "Is it about O'Hara?"
"No," Shawn said, quickly changing his mind. "No, it's about-"
"Then don't waste my time. I have too much to do."
"Is the department doing anything to find her?" Shawn asked urgently, lowering his voice.
"Spencer, we're doing everything she can, but she's disappeared without a trace. We have no idea what to think. Just let me know if you have any leads."
Shawn was just opening his mouth to respond when the lights in the station went out.
"Shawn? Shawn? Where are you?" Gus called.
"Right here, Gus! You ok?"
"Guster? You're here too? What is going on?" Carlton demanded.
"Lassie? Uh-oh Shawn, bad news."
It was then that the lights came back on. The three men looked at each other in confusion.
"What was that all about?" Lassiter said, looking around accusingly.
"I have no idea, but...Shawn?" Gus pointed at Shawn's shoes. A chill shot down Shawn's spine as he looked down, and saw at his feet another note.