Lassiter stood nervously in front of Henry Spencer's front door, fist hung limply in the air. Fixing his suit jacket for the eleventh time in five minutes, he swallowed convulsively. He wanted to ask some questions that would hopefully help him find the answers he needed. He wanted this sicko behind bars as soon as possible. Taking of breath, he knocked on the wooden door. This was just like talking to a victim. But, it's not just a victim, its Spencer, he thought. Speak of the devil; Shawn Spencer swung open the door, revealing himself. Lassiter let his eyes sweep over the younger male. He noticed that Shawn seemed to be lacking sleep courtesy of the dark circles under his eyes. Shawn's perfect hair was slightly askew, but Lassiter observed that Shawn had his mask on. If that was how he wanted to play it, it was fine by Lassie. Things were getting rather personal between the two, and Lassiter found that the more he knew about Shawn's past the less he knew about the Shawn in the present. And honestly, he didn't like not knowing.

"Lassie! What do I owe the fine pleasure?" Shawn exclaimed with a fake cheeriness in his voice.

"Hello, Spencer." He mumbled in reply. Shawn's eyes widened for a fraction.

"Why are my manners? Come on in, sorry." He told him, standing aside so Lassiter could enter the white house. Lassiter nodded his thanks and followed Shawn into the living room. He noticed how clean it was. He reminded himself that this was Henry Spencer's house, not Shawn's.

"Is Henry home?" Lassiter asked. Shawn opened his mouth to reply right as Henry's voice filtered into the room.

"Shawn?! Who was at the door?" Henry called. Not a minute later, the older Spencer came walking into the room. Upon seeing Lassiter, he stopped. "What do you want?" He growled.

Carlton did not fail to see the look of protectiveness that dominated Henry's facial features. He understood that last time he was with Spencer he had sent him into some sort of fit, but how was he supposed to know that would happen? He was ready to start fresh, and Carlton hoped Henry was ready as well.

"I wanted to ask a few questions." Lassiter responded in his professional voice. Henry glared, seemingly caught between his inner cop and his fatherly instinct. A tense silence settled over the three. Lassiter stood there, wondering if he was going to get cooperation out of Henry. "You can both sit down and answer the questions together." He added, hoping to persuade the protective father.

"I'm cool with it. Unless it gets to personal." Shawn agreed wearily, sinking down onto the couch with a sigh. Henry's glare left Lassiter and flew to his son, softening to a look of concern.

"Are you sure, kiddo?" Shawn waved him off. Lassiter assumed it was because Henry had grown to be a bit over-protecting over the past week or so. The two made themselves comfortable on the couch as well. Lassiter did one last once over on Shawn. He seemed to be okay with it. His clothes were wrinkled, and he seemed tired. Only Carlton had never seen a man look so tired with only his eyes. Clearing his throat and taking out his notepad, he began.

"At this second-hand store, were there any video cameras, security systems, or any form of surveillance?" He needed this to confirm his theory with the rest of the victims…and Spencer.

"No, none." Shawn responded.

"Do you have any idea on why he chose to follow co-workers? In such an open place? Or why he chose to follow you?" Lassiter asked. Shawn looked mildly uncomfortable with the question before a look of thoughtfulness overcame his face.

"No, I don't."

Did he say anything to you that could help us find him? Anything at all? It could have been during work, break, the incident, anything?" Lassiter asked slowly. Shawn's eyebrows knitted together

"Hello, I'm Paul Andrews. It is great to meet you!"

"Hey, Shawn?! Can you help me in back?"

"Ya know, you were always my favorite co-worker! I owe you!"

"I want you to remember every minute of tonight."

"I knew you wanted me as much as I wanted you."

"Can I get back to you on that?" Shawn finally answered after being eerily quiet. He seemed to be a bit distracted. Lassiter thought he was holding back, but he'll let slide.

"Uh, sure of course. Can you think of any reason Paul Andrews would start claiming victims again?" Carlton inquired. Shawn gave a small smile.

"Do you need my psychic powers to help you out, Lassie?" He joked half-heartedly.

"Shawn." Henry warned, but was promptly ignored.

"Not that I'm surprised. I just knew you wouldn't last without me." Shawn rambled. He then became sober again. His gaze found his hands interesting as the wrung together. "But, uh, no. I don't have a clue, Lassie."

"You don't need to know why, anyway." Henry pointed out, a little unsure of himself and what to say.

"Do you still remember all of it?" His tone of voice matching a five year-old's. Lassiter knew this was not the right thing to say, but it flew out of his mouth before he could stop it. Shawn must have sensed his child-like curiosity, and he smiled a sad, old hearted smile.

"Shawn, you don't have to answer that. He was just being a dumbass." Henry growled.

"No, no, it's okay. Yes, I do. I can remember every second," Shawn's eyes grew distant and slightly darker. "I can remember that he was a dirty kind of guy. Like the kind of guy who didn't take a shower in forever. He smelled horrible. Like a sewer. And his hands were huge and…rough. He was strong though. Ugh, and his voice was deep, but not overly deep. And he always wore jeans with a plain colored t-shirt. Like red…I remember…" He trailed off, blinking.

"Shawn?" Henry called softly, worry evading his voice. Shawn shook his head like a wet puppy.

"Sorry." He mumbled. Lassiter nodded but a spark flew into his head.

"He smelled like a sewer?" Lassiter asked, and Shawn nodded.

"Like he had been dipped in one…repeatedly." Shawn's eyes lit up. "You don't think?"

"Yes, I do think." Lassiter said standing up, and grabbing his phone. "I'll call O'Hara, and I'll talk to you later." Shawn stood up.

"I wanna go." He claimed forcefully. Staring into Lassiter's eyes challengingly. Henry rose to stand next to his son.

"Shawn, I don't think-"

"I need to grow past this! I need to help, Dad! I'm done playing the victim! I'm not even getting enough hot women for playing the victim! I need the closure! Dad, I'm ready to find this bastard and put him behind bars" He explained. Lassiter nodded. If Spencer was ready, he was welcome. Shawn Spencer was on the case.

Hey, I was thinking of having Lassiter learning that Shawn is not psyhic, but I'm not sure. What do ya think? Leave a review for what you think of my chapter and what i should do! Love ya! XD