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~FortuneandCathfernaTH


Once outside, Lassiter took a look at Shawn again.

He was still pale, only accenting the tear stains on his face; mostly he seemed stunned, but a little relieved too. Shawn walked to the curb next to his bike and sat down on the concrete, staring outward.

Lassiter joined him, making sure to put the jackets on the bike seat, and stared outward with him. "I'm sorry Shawn… I just couldn't let him say all those things to you. It was making me sick. So I'm sorry if I was sticking my nose in where it didn't belong."

Shawn immediately sat up straight.

"What? Carly no! I'm glad for what you said, in fact thank you," Shawn said his mood quickly elevating again. "I just need to give myself a few minutes to pull myself together. I do have a passenger after all. Wouldn't want to damage your neck further," Shawn said making Lassiter smile with relief.

"Is your father always that tough on you?" Lassiter asked. When they went fishing, Henry seemed like a very pleasant person, but what he saw inside wasn't the Henry he fished with.

"Tough yes, border line emotionally abusive not always. We've never seen eye to eye, but as you can expect, I'm still his son, and he cares… He just has high standards for me," Shawn explained. It wasn't often he talked about the relationship with him and Henry, but he knew he owed Lassiter an explanation.

"Have you met them? In his eyes I mean?" Lassiter asked as Shawn laughed for a half a second.

"Hell no, if there are two things my father can't stand, it's Psychics and Private Detectives and I managed to become both," Shawn said and now it was Lassiter's turn to laugh.

"You're no detective," Lassiter said as Shawn smiled and shook his head.

"I am since you called me one," Shawn said as Lassiter just smiled.

"Thanks a lot, I'd almost blocked that one out of my memory," Lassiter joked as they both laughed.

"Well steak is out of the question," Shawn began. "What do you say we get the hell out of here and get pizza?"

"I like that idea, but tell me we're taking my car to pick it up."

Back home, Henry was out on his porch, on his third beer since Shawn left, while staring out at the beach.

He couldn't believe Shawn was stupid enough to put himself on drugs! The kid was already due for a slip up, and one slip up could cost him his job. Could even land him in jail if the wrong person knew, but Henry knew this wasn't what was really bothering him.

What was bothering him was that Shawn knew all of this, and was taking it anyway, because he thought the benefits would outweigh the risks. Which meant something was wrong with Shawn, and he was too stubborn to tell his father what it was. Henry would admit to being maybe being a little hard on the kid, but surely Shawn knew he could come to him!

He had to know what was wrong, and he got out his phone and dialed Gus's phone number.

Four rings later, Gus answered.

"Hello?" Gus said on the other line yawning loudly. "Shawn if this is you calling at two thirty in the morning, I am going to slap you over the phone."

"Two thirty?" Henry asked surprised looking down at his watch. "Sorry Gus, I hadn't realized how late it was. This is Henry, not Shawn, but this is about him."

"About Shawn? Is he hurt?" Gus asked suddenly more awake.

"I'm not entirely sure… Do you know of any reasons why he would be on anti-depressants?" Henry asked taking another swallow of beer.

"Anti-depressants? That can't be right," Gus said on the other line. "When did you find out this?"

"Tonight, he was over for steaks and I found the bottle with his name on it. I tried to ask him about it, but Lassiter butted in and left with him," Henry explained.

"Lassiter did? What was Lassiter doing at dinner with you guys?" Gus was becoming more confused by the minute.

"Shawn said it was via chief's orders, but that's not important. Do you know if anything has been bothering Shawn?" Henry demanded almost to the point of yelling.

"Not a clue, it must be some sort of mistake, or he's been prescribed it to help something else. I mean this is Shawn we're talking about," Gus reminded him.

"Oh yeah? Well what other uses are there for Zoloft?" Henry demanded.

The other line fell silent for about two minutes, the only way Henry knew he hadn't hung up was the fact he could hear him breathing.

"I'll be on the next plane out. But I'm stuck in the mountains in Montana so it will be a couple of days," Gus said finally as Henry let out a frustrated sigh.

"Thank you, if you can get him to talk it will be a load off my mind. God knows he won't talk to me," Henry said relieved. "Call me if you need a ride Gus."

"I will, I'll see you soon," Gus promised hanging up.

It was two thirty at night, and Lassiter still had yet to fall asleep. Needless to say, there was something wrong with Shawn, and it was becoming more apparent to Lassiter as the night progressed. All through pizza, Shawn was mostly silent unless Lassiter started a conversation. The conversation would last for five minutes, and all during, Shawn gave straight answers, and lacked his wit. After they had had their fill pizza, Shawn set up the guest bed and retired to his own room with a good night.

That had been over three hours ago, and Lassiter could tell from the movement in Shawn's bedroom, that he hadn't actually gone to bed, up until an hour ago.

'Maybe Shawn is an insomniac, but that doesn't explain the cuts on his legs…' Lassiter thought to himself sitting up against his pillows as he contemplated Shawn's actions. 'Perhaps it's a problem that is keeping him up at night? That would explain his not sleeping in nine days…'

He knew it certainly kept Lassiter up when he was in a similar position.

"No!" Shawn shouted from his bedroom making Lassiter sit up straight and reach for a gun that wasn't there. In an instant, Lassiter was up out of the guest bed and rushing to Shawn's bedroom.

Opening the door, Lassiter found Shawn flailing in his arms and legs in violent motions, tossing and turning.

"Is he asleep?" Lassiter asked somewhere between concerned and surprised, as he dashed to his bed side, being careful to stand far away enough not to accidently get hit.

"Mom! Carlton! Gus! Dad! No! No! No!" Shawn cried tears escaping his eyes, leaving a twinge of pain in Lassiter's chest.

'That's exactly what he said this morning… It must be the same dream!' Lassiter thought as he forcefully snatched Shawn's flailing hand and held it tightly.

"Juliet, Abigail, Chief, Buzz! One of you answer me!" Shawn said his body movements stabilizing with Lassiter's touch.

"I'm fine Shawn, everyone is fine. Wake up!" Lassiter yelled praying he could hear him. Alas his words seemed to be lost on the Psychic because soon Shawn's hand broke from his and he turned away from him in his sleep.

"You… You can't take Lassie from me… You can't take everybody away," Shawn said the tears quickening.

"Shawn, you need to wake up! Everyone is okay," Lassiter yelled again, resting his hand on his shoulder and gently shaking him.

This time it did the trick, Shawn's eyes shot open, and immediately he was out of the bed and rushing to what Lassiter assumed was the bathroom.

"Shawn," Lassiter called after, following him after he heard him start heaving.

"Shawn, are you okay?" Lassiter asked right before he walked into the doorway. Standing there, was Shawn holding a long piece of glass ready to graze down his arm.

"Shawn!" Lassiter yelled catching his wrist just before the glass landed on his skin, and yanking the glass out of Shawn's hand. He threw it violently across the room, causing it shatter against the wall. Lassiter grabbed Shawn's shoulders then, and turned Shawn to face him.

Lassiter felt the color drain from his face.

Shawn's skin was shining from sweat, his cheeks still tinted green, and his eyes fear stricken. In a quick moment, Shawn's arms were around Lassiter's waist, squeezing tightly.

"Lassie… You're okay…" Shawn cried, and Lassiter wrapped his arms around Shawn, rubbing his back gently. "You're okay…"

"Everything is okay… Everyone is okay…" Lassiter replied holding Shawn tighter.