As the SUV carrying the four investigators pulled up to the crime scene they were greeted by sight of a very large FBI agent vomiting behind a truck. Grace quickly jumped out of the car and slammed the door shut with window rattling force.

"SOMEONE HELP HIM!" Agents that had been avoiding the man quickly rushed along with Grace, who was beyond livid. "I NEVER want to see this again." She pointed at the agents who had come to help. "These killings are horrific at best. Next time it may be one of you that gets incapacitated. We are a team people. ACT LIKE IT." A water bottle was produced from somewhere and Grace gave it to the sputtering man who was still gripping the truck's tailgate.

"TURNER?"

The large man took one look at Grace and nearly knocked her over with a bone crushing hug. "Turner...can't...breathe..." The man quickly broke the hug and looked apologetic as Grace smoothed out her suit.

"Turner...Matt my man, what is up!"

The agent looked up at Shawn and a smile threatened to split his head in two. "Agent Spencer it is good to see you."

"Oh I bet you say that to all the pretty brunettes."

The large agent chuckled but it was short lived as Grace interrupted their reunion. "Turner I have seen you at some gruesome scenes and never reacted like this. What is in there?"

He immediately turned a few shades paler and sat heavily on the bumper of the truck which nearly sagged to the ground. "I thought it was you."

Juliet gasped, Carlton's jaw clenched,Shawn gripped Turner's shoulder reassuringly, and Grace scrubbed her face with her hands. "Son of a bitch." She pointed at the agents that were still hovering. "Get every-thing I don't care if you think it's evidence or not. Bag it and tag it." They scrambled nearly tripping on each other to get back to the scene.

"Pretty sex-ay, huh Lassie?" Shawn wiggled his eyebrows.

Carlton felt his ears turn red and quickly went to direct the beat cops who were setting up the perimeter but not before he saw the blush in Grace's cheeks.

"So Matt, been ten years. How's the wife? Kids?"

Grace chuckled at the two as they tried to catch up the past ten years she knew Shawn was trying to get the man to forget the scene he had witnessed. Now it's my turn to have some 'fun'.

"Yay me." Was whispered sarcastically as she walked over to the coffee shop.

As she crossed the threshold she was met with an array of colors, smells, and a body that looked like her twin. She held her sleeve to her mouth and nose as she examined the body. It was like looking in a mirror save for a few differences, if the girl was alive Grace would have enjoyed meeting her doppelganger. The poor girl was eviscerated like the victim at Psych but that was the only similarity. Her fingers were cut from the hands and Grace idly observed as the CSI techs were bagging them at all different areas of the restaurant. What shocked Grace the most was the woman's face, it was contorted into a scream and her eyes were wide open the eyeballs cut out and two large ball bearings replace them. Grace quickly directed a CSI to follow the corner to get them as soon as it was deemed safe.

She looked around the shop and suddenly a nerve was struck. "CARLTON!"

The man was by her side in an instant. "This is where we got coffee yesterday." She was hoping she was wrong but knew she wasn't. Carlton confirmed her thoughts with a grim nod. "Get Shawn, now."

She continued looking around the shop trying to find the note that Hourglass surely left but so far she saw nothing.

"Where is it?"

"Where's what, Grace?"

She almost jumped at Shawn's voice. "Our message."

Together they started in the restrooms checking every wall and the stalls for their message.

"Given any thought to what I said back at the precinct?"

Shawn was too busy concentrating on the various writings on the men's bathroom stall. "Hmmmmmm...oh! No."

The found nothing in the bathrooms and walked to the kitchen. "Well you have to think about it Shawn. Your life may depend on it."

Grace expected some sort of reply and when she received none she spun around and saw Shawn staring at the door they had just walked through, it was still swinging but she could clearly make out 'The gang's all here Agent Spencer' and a picture of him and Juliet kissing on the station's steps with a bloody hand print on it. In the photo Shawn was wearing a dark button up. He wore that yesterday! She stood frozen next to Shawn.

"I'll become active on one condition."

She looked over at the man whose body was shaking with fury. "Anything."

"The son of a bitch doesn't go to jail."

Grace felt her heart drop at those words she had only heard a few agents say them, it never ended well and to hear someone who lived life as full as he did say it was just shattering. His fury fueled eyes met her shocked and she gave a microscopic nod. He returned staring at the door.

"I need a newer gun. My other one the firing pin is crap."

Grace hated what this was doing to Shawn ten years ago he would rarely pull his gun and when he did the safety was on or he would shoot anywhere but at the actual suspect. The man hated blood shed but now this sick bastard had driven him to wanting to kill.

"I'll get you one."

"Good. Get CSI in here they have more evidence to bag and tag. I'm going to find Jules."

With that he left through the alley way door and slammed it hard enough to have the pots rattle in their cabinets.