Hey, guys! This chapter is a bit different because I do actually imply that Shawn is legit psychic (whoops, but in my defense, I busted this out after busting out three other things in the same day, I was tired). However, with this one, there is one reference I make to a fic I posted on my AO3 account (which is myglassesaredirty). I don't know if I'll ever post it on here, but if you want to understand that key point, the fic is titled "I'm a Cop, but I Still Get Scared."

Read on, lovelies!

Young Shawn: 1986

Henry is not too big a fan of late cases. He tried to trade with Budderbee, but Budderbee wasn't willing to take on the case (though why he wasn't willing is beyond Henry; minus the terrible hours, it's actually pretty interesting), which meant that Henry had to work late trying to bring in the perp. He did, and he got a confession out of him, but it's now 3:24 in the morning, and he missed Shawn's baseball game last night. He knows Shawn says he doesn't mind, but he knows that every time he has to take a rain check, Shawn gets hurt.

Sometimes he wishes he worked a normal jobs with normal hours, but then, no part of his family is normal.

He eases the front door open, taking care to lock it and make sure that his family will be as safe as possible for the night. As he hangs his police hat on the stand, he hears something coming from Shawn's room.

"Dammit, is he still awake?" Henry mutters, (quietly) dropping his briefcase on the table and rushing upstairs. He follows the sound of a struggle and opens the door to Shawn's room.

Shawn is completely twisted in the sheets, and his brow is sweaty. Henry takes a step inside, believing that Shawn is sick, but he stops as soon as a sob escapes Shawn's lips. "Please," Shawn whispers, "please don't get any closer."

Henry stops mid-step.

Shawn gasps and his body tenses. There's a long stretch of silence (it's only about 4 seconds, but it feels like an eternity to Henry), and then Shawn rolls onto his side. "No, stop!"

Fuck it, Henry thinks. "Shawn!" he says, sitting on the mattress. Shawn doesn't wake up until Henry grips his shoulders in his hands and gently shakes him awake. "Shawn, wake up, it's me!"

Shawn's eyes fly open, and he looks around wildly, his breaths coming rapidly, before his eyes settle on Henry. His breathing begins to even out. "Dad," he chokes out, throwing his arms around Henry's neck, "you're okay."

Padded steps come hurrying down the hall, and Henry looks out Shawn's door just as Maddy comes in, tying her robe. "Shawn, honey, are you alright?" she asks. She looks to Henry, and Henry just shrugs.

Shawn nods his head. "I just had a nightmare." The nightmare is clearly still fresh in Shawn's mind because he tightens his grip on Henry.

Henry gently rubs Shawn's back and motions for Maddy to sit on Shawn's other side. Some dreams he can take on by himself. This does not seem to be one of those experiences. The mattress dips when Maddy sits down, and Shawn removes one arm from Henry's neck to wrap it around Maddy's.

"Shawn, honey, what was it about?"

Shawn shakes his head. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Were you hurt?"

"Mom, I don't wanna talk about it."

Henry winces and shoots an apologetic look at Maddy. "Shawn, would some ice cream help?"

Shawn hesitates and then he nods. "Yes, please." He doesn't let go of Henry's neck, so Henry follows Maddy downstairs.

Once they get to the kitchen, Maddy makes her way to the freezer. "Chocolate or cookie dough?"

Henry gently sets Shawn down in one of the seats, and then he pulls one out for himself and sits right next to Shawn.

Shawn purses his lips. "Cookie dough."

Henry's eyebrows shoot up and he looks at Maddy over the top of Shawn's head. She makes the same face at him. That bad, huh? they silently say to each other.

Maddy scoops out the ice cream into a bowl. "How many scoops?"

Shawn holds up three fingers. "Three."

Geez, this must have been one bad dream.

See, Henry's strength when it came to parenting has never been timing. Depending on the situation, it's not tact, either. Instead of straight-out asking Shawn what the nightmare was about, he leans back in his chair, lifts one finger at Maddy, and says, "So, how was your baseball game, buddy?"

Maddy slides Shawn's ice cream across the table, and Henry passes it to Shawn. Shawn shrugs. "We lost," he says, digging his spoon into the ice cream.

Once Maddy has gotten her and Henry's ice cream, she sits down across from Shawn. "Sweetie," she says, "it might help to talk about it."

Shawn furrows his brow. "You mean the game or the dream?"

Henry smiles.

Maddy smiles softly. "Whichever you prefer."

Shawn sighs. "Why do I feel like this is a trap?"

"Because you lost your baseball game," Henry says lightly, gently clapping Shawn on the shoulder.

Shawn rolls his eyes, finishes his ice cream, and pushes his bowl away. "Dad, remember those guys in the drug ring who put a gun to my head?"

Well.

Henry was not expecting such a direct statement, and certainly not one that painful for him to remember. "Yeah, why?"

Shawn bites his bottom lip. "Well, they showed up in my dream. While Gus and us were eating dinner, and they took all of us to this weird warehouse. There were a few that I didn't recognize. I mean, they were there the first time, but they left before you got there."

Oh, Jesus Christ. Henry's been a cop long enough to know that Shawn's dream was more a premonition than anything else.

"Anyway, they took us to the warehouse and…" his breathing becomes labored, and he can't look at either Maddy or Henry. "They started torturing all of you. They didn't torture me, not like they did with you guys, but– I heard Gus screaming a lot, and Mom was crying, and Dad, you just looked –" Shawn hangs his head and wipes his cheek with the back of his hand. "They were going to kill one of you every time I asked a question. I don't know who they pointed the gun at first. You woke me up before I knew."

Henry nods slowly. "Maddy, take Shawn back upstairs. He can sleep on my side of the bed." He stands up and grabs his police hat.

Maddy sits up straight. "Why? Where are you going?"

He locks eyes with her. "I'm going to find the people who have tortured our son so mercilessly that he can't even sleep restfully."

"They're all in jail," she hisses.

Henry shakes his head. "Not according to Shawn, they're not." He turns to Shawn. "Are you sure that you saw them with the drug ring? Not somewhere else?"

Shawn shakes his head. "No, I saw them with the drug ring, I know it, but Dad, please don't go looking for them."

Henry kneels in front of Shawn and grips his shoulders in both his hands. "I can't risk them finding you again. If I take care of these guys, then you're safe. We don't have to worry about them again." He moves to stand up, but Shawn grabs his arm.

"Dad, don't go!"

Henry smiles softly. "I have to, son. Nothing is more important to me than your safety. Just…tell me what this warehouse looked like or what is was close to. Something. And if you lie to me, I'll find out, and it'll just make this whole process longer."

Shawn looks torn between keeping his dad safe and getting this over with as quickly as possible. He finally deflates. "You know that In-'N-Out that's close to the Baptist church? It was close to that. That's all I remember, I swear."

Henry kisses Shawn's forehead and walks over to give Maddy a peck on the lips. "I love you both. I'll be back as soon as I can." He faces the door and steels himself.

It's time to go capture his son's tormentors.