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Gus stared at the phone in disbelief. They weren't going to help him find Shawn. They didn't care that Shawn was missing. His fingers clenched around the cell-phone as he considered going to the station to give them a piece of his mind. Gus looked at the mess that was once his very organized desk as he came to a decision. He dialed a number and waited. When he heard the greeting, he started speaking.

"Mr. Spencer? I need your help."

Gus paced in the office, watching for Henry. It wasn't until he pulled up and marched through the door that Gus managed to take a deep breath.

"What's going on Gus? Did Shawn do something?" He crossed his arms, his gaze snagging on Gus' desk.

"Mr. Spencer, I think…I think Shawn's been kidnapped."

Henry's gaze sharpened and Gus swallowed nervously.

"Explain." The voice was flat, emotion tightly controlled.

Gus did so quickly, passing over the note when Henry held out his hand. Henry held the note only on the corners, studying it while absent-mindedly asking Gus if he had called the police.

"Yes." But before he could go into that portion of the story, Henry cut him off.

"Good. Stay here, I want to look around the rest of the office."

Henry walked along the sides of the room, staying far enough away from desk that he hoped he wouldn't interfere with any evidence. When he was back by Gus' side, his forehead was wrinkled with worry.

He glanced at his watch, "When did you call the police? They should have been here already."

Gus sighed. "There's something else you need to know."

…

His son was missing, and the police weren't coming. He spun away from Gus, rubbing his face in frustration, his blood boiling. No, Shawn didn't have a badge; but even though Henry still gave him a hard time about that fact, there was also no denying the fact that his son had wormed his way into the police family. He was one of them, and his push to solve Higgs' murder proved that.

He was so angry, so worried, that he could hardly think straight, but he had to. He had to find Shawn

"Was he working on any cases that were particularly dangerous?"

Gus shook his head, "You know, he told me last night there was a case he was working on that he wanted to discuss with both of us."

Henry's eyebrows lifted, "He wanted to talk with me, too?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what?"

Gus rubbed his forehead, "No. He never mentioned anything."

He watched Henry walk over to Shawn's desk and pull at the drawers. The second drawer he pulled refused to open. His head snapped up, his gaze colliding with Gus'.

"He never locks anything. Why would he lock that drawer?" Gus asked, as he moved to stand beside Henry.

Henry didn't answer; he just knelt down and began to pick the lock. There was a click and Henry pulled the drawer open quickly. He froze for a split second when he saw the thick folder. Then he pulled it out and began flipping through the pages, surprised by the detail Shawn had taken in compiling the folder. There was information on the job that had introduced Shawn to Drake, the notes he had been receiving, the analysis of the fingerprints…He had a sick feeling that the reason Shawn had been so organized with this case was because he feared Drake's threats were real, that he would come for Shawn. And if Shawn never had a chance to tell anyone, which he hadn't, they would need this evidence to find him.

His gaze snagged on the last address connected to Drake. Pointing it out to Gus, he grabbed the file and strode to his truck, Gus right behind him. If this man had hurt Shawn, there would be no hole deep enough for him to hide in. Henry's jaw clenched as his grip tightened on the steering wheel.

Shawn was okay. He had to be.

…

Shawn shuddered as he watched Drake take a step away, a small smile playing across his mouth.

"I must say, that was much more satisfying than I thought it would be."

Shawn glared at him, but he knew it was a weak attempt. Drake reached out and pushed against Shawn.

"So that makes five ribs, right?"

Shawn groaned at the pressure. He was in so much pain.

"But you still haven't told me where my wife is."

"I'm never going to tell you," Shawn rasped.

Drake smirked, but Shawn still caught the anger that flashed across his face. Drake walked over to a table and picked up one of the items lying there. Turning around, he examined the knife before returning his gaze to Shawn's.

"Oh, you will. We'll just have some more fun before you finally tell me."

AN: So Drake is turning out slightly creepier than I planned. Eeks! Let me know what you all think!