So we're done playing around now. Time to drop the bomb and get this rolling.
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Shawn dropped the paper ball on the floor and stood like a deer in the headlights. Something turned sour, his stomach summersaulted and his head ached. He braced himself on the desk before he could collapse.
"Shawn, are you okay?" Gus was to his side in a second to hold him up.
"I'm fine but... call Lassie. I need him and some black and whites to go to our place. Come with me." Shawn got up and bolted to the Blueberry.
"Shawn, what's going on?" Gus demanded worriedly.
"I don't know buddy, but it's something."
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Lassiter knocked casually on the front door to "Castle Shules", as Shawn called it. "O'Hara, it's Carlton Lassiter. Open up!" Lassiter waited patiently for a short time. Juliet's shift had ended half an hour ago. She should be home.
Lassiter opened the front door with gun drawn, climbing the stairs two at a time. The house seemed empty, Lassiter scattering the officers to tear the place apart.
"Jules? Juliet!" Shawn shouted as the front door flew open again and the crazy psychic rushed up the stairs, nearly sending a cop to his ass.
"She's not here, Spencer." Lassiter shook his head slowly. "We combed the place and tried her phone three times. Straight to voicemail."
"McNab, call everyone in her address book, ask when the last time they saw her was." Shawn ran to a drawer of a small desk and removed a little black book.
"She still uses an address book?" Gus asked in disbelief. "She knows it's the 21st Century, right?"
"Juliet's a classy lady Gus, leave her alone." Shawn defended his absent fiancé.
"Spencer, are you sure something happened to her?" Lassiter asked more for legitimate confirmation than doubt. Shawn wasn't usually like this.
"I can feel it, in here..." he pointed to his churning stomach. "And I can feel it here." His fingers went to his temple like they had so many times before for concentration. They also took it as a "vision". "Something's wrong."
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Juliet woke up alone, her head burning and a foul smell lingered in her nose. The past flashed back, the rag pressed hard to her face, the man behind her telling her she could make it easy. She ran a tired hand down her face and sighed, looking to the cold ceiling. She'd been drugged.
"Hello, is anyone else in here?" Juliet called out to anyone in the nearly pitch black.
"H-hello?" A man's voice called out shakily.
"Is someone over there? I am Detective Juliet O'Hara. We have to try to get out." Juliet tried to play the calm and helpful game.
"O'Hara?" the man questioned, not sure he heard the familiar voice right.
"Corporal Faraday? What's going on?" Juliet questioned her coworker.
"I, I wish I knew, Detective." Faraday said quietly. "There's no way out, I tried."
"We're not cuffed or chained. He just left us here?"
"There's only one door in and out. It's like a solitary confinement door. It's also how he feeds us."
Juliet stood up and investigated the poorly lit room. A single toilet, just in the back corner? Say goodbye to privacy. A good number of plain mattresses littered the floor. He probably planned on more guests.
She figured she needed to find out why her and a random coworker were locked in God only knows where. "Faraday, can you tell me how you got here?" Juliet asked as if it was any victim questioning.
He understood, so he didn't give his superior any crap. "I was in an empty parking lot last night. It just my Jeep and another similar Jeep." He rubbed a cold hand down his face, still aching from his kidnapping. "He came from behind my Jeep. I looked up from trying to unlock my door, and he smashed me with a baseball bat. I was out cold, then I woke up on one of these damn mattresses."
"He doesn't have a specific method of kidnapping." Juliet took a note aloud. "And there's no way out." she sighed.
"I don't know who he is, or what he wants." Faraday was clueless. "So what now?"
"We wait." Juliet sat on a hard mattress, nothing to do about anything. She was trapped and would have to rely on others. Hopefully this ass hole didn't want too much. Shawn would find her soon. Heaven would burn and Hell will freeze by him until he found her.
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Shawn sat at his desk, feet up and fingers tapping together. God only knows how long he'd been like that. He'd convinced the chief to keep McNab under close watch. Two of the three people that had similar creepy experiences were missing, both cops. Definitely reason to believe in connection. Buzz was next.
"Dude, you're still here?" Gus asked, coming into the office. "I would have brought another coffee." Gus took a seat at his desk to find it littered by paper airplanes and crumpled balls. "Rough night?" he guessed, seeing the disheveled look of his friend.
Shawn rubbed a tired hand down his face and grumbled. "Yeah, you could say that." Shawn said quietly, his voice weak and raspy. "I think I'm gonna go home, take a shower and grab a quick bite." He decided, rolling his chair back and closing his Netflix. Supernatural would have to wait, though it did get his investigative juices flowing.
"That's probably a good idea, Shawn." Gus agreed, happy to see his partner being sensible instead of flipping shit. "Get some rest, too. I'll call you if anything changes."
"Oh, and buddy." Shawn stopped by the door. "Don't check up on Gary anytime soon. It's too dangerous in there." He smirked and ducked out after watching the first few moments of distortion on Gus's face as the possibilities flew by.
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The bike was skillfully maneuvered into the driveway next to the car of the driver's lover, who had left the little Volkswagen unused for too long. He jogged up the steps and into the front door, heading straight for clean clothes and a shower.
Shawn took his sweet time, soaking every inch of his body in blessed hot steaming water. His mind flew and pulsed, running ideas and agendas through his mind as quick as the water fell from the pounding shower head. The cops were going to have to bite the big one. Protocol didn't mean a damn with his Jules on the line, lost somewhere.
Eventually Shawn was able to drag himself out of the shower, feeling much like a lobster. He walked out into the living room without yet donning a t-shirt. Why should he? He didn't have anything to hide, and he worked hard to get into shape. Even if just he and Juliet saw it.
His eyes scanned the room, looking for anything they may have missed. Nothing was in the open, it never was. But what about the little places no one checked?
The cupboards were all in order, as was the fridge and oven. The little garbage can though... why would Juliet throw out a perfectly fine hand towel?
Shawn reached in, pulling it out of the can and held it close, taking in any detail. "Gus buddy." Shawn said into his phone after dialing his partner. "I've got a job for the Super Sniffer."
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Juliet woke to the sound of an automated buzz and a loud click, the heavy metal door swinging open and another man was roughly pushed in. "Hey!" Juliet tried to get the captor's attention, but the door slammed closed regardless, the lock sounding again.
The body began to moan and stir, causing Juliet and Faraday to rush to his side. Juliet rolled over the body gently to see a very similar and gentle face. Her hands covered her mouth and her eyes went wide. "Oh my God, Buzz..." she said quietly, trying not to be to loud.
"Oh, hi Detective O'Hara. Corporal Faraday." Buzz smiled, nodding to each of them in turn before sitting up and looking around the room. "Hey Juliet, where are we?"
"I don't know Buzz... I have no idea."
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Gus came into the house without as much as a knock. "Shawn?" he called, coming into the living room.
"Kitchen, buddy." Shawn said quietly, still holding the rag. "What the Hell is this? It smells like the Creature From the Black Lagoon washed his nethers with it." Shawn made a face of disgust as he tossed it at Gus.
Gus sniffed it lightly, finding the scent quite revolting. "Oh my God! Shawn, I could be wrong, but I think this is chloroform!"
Shawn's eyes hardened, and he began to pace and rub both hands through his mussed up hair. "We need to get that down to the lab, make sure that's what it is." Shawn said, pointing to the tainted fabric.
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"That's what we're dealing with here, Shawn. If that's not chloroform, I don't have a highschool educa... that's a bad example." Woody stopped himself.
"Captain Wood Dog, what are you doing in the lab? You're the mortician." Shawn asked in genuine curiosity.
"I get board sometimes. People don't die every single day just for me, Shawn." Woody said, shoulders slumping.
"Ahh, Mr. Guster and Mr. Spencer. Just the pair I was looking for." Vick said on her way into the lab. "We have another missing officer."
"Let me guess... it's Buzz McNab." Shawn said weakly. "How long has he been missing?"
"A few hours. Disappeared just like Faraday and O'Hara." It wasn't hard to notice Shawn's cringe when his missing love was mentioned. "I don't think I need to tell you how important this is, Mr. Spencer. We will do EVERYTHING in our power to see them home." Her emphasis on 'everything' wasn't lost on anyone.
