It was early afternoon when Shawn dragged himself out of bed. It was his day off and he planned to spend the day in sweats, eating pizza and watching TV. He padded out of his bedroom and leisurely made his way towards the kitchen. He yanked open the fridge and yawned loudly as he searched for the pizza had had left in the fridge the night before.

He grinned as he found the box and pulled it out of the fridge, he dropped it on the work surface and flipped open the cardboard lid. The cold Hawaiian pizza with extra pineapple still looked as delicious as it did last night. He picked up a slice, tilted his head back and took a large bite from the triangle. His "breakfast" was interrupted by a knock at the door.

He put the slice back down in the box and made his way to the door, wiping his greasy hands on his sweats. He was still chewing as he grabbed the door handle and swung it open.

Shawn froze, his hand still gripping the door handle tightly. His heart began to beat faster. Not in a million years would he have anticipated that this would happen. He realised he hadn't said anything and having a mouthful of pizza wasn't helping. He swallowed hard.

"Dad."

"Shawn."

"What? What are you doing here?" Shawn asked one of the many questions that was racing through his mind.

"Can we talk?" Henry asked. "Inside?" He suggested when Shawn made no move to let him in the apartment.

When Henry's words finally sunk in, Shawn took a step back, leaving enough room for Henry to squeeze past. Shawn followed Henry into the kitchen and watched his father taken in the small apartment.

"Interesting place," Henry said.

Shawn rolled his eyes as his mind translated interesting place into this place is a dump. "It serves its purpose," Shawn replied. "So are you going to tell me how you found me?"

"I didn't," Henry answered. "The police did."

Shawn looked surprised. "The cops are looking for me?" He licked his dry lips and ran a hand through his mussed up hair. "Have they changed their mind? About an investigation?" He asked, although he wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"They're not looking for you to put you in jail," Henry answered. "Believe it or not kiddo, they want you to help solve a case."

Shawn's eyes widened. "Solve a case?" He asked, barely believing what his father was saying. His mind instantly put the puzzle pieces together. "The serial killer," he realised.

It was Henry's turn to look surprised, "You've been keeping tabs?"

Shawn shrugged as if it was nothing ,"It was on the news."

"I knew you couldn't stay out of the game."

"The game, Dad?" Shawn raised an eyebrow at his father. He turned away from Henry and marched towards the trash. He dug a hand into the rubbish and pulled out the crumpled up piece of paper. The paper was uncrumpled and thrown in his father's face. "This isn't a game, Dad."

"No it isn't," Henry agreed, "but Detective Lassiter and O'Hara, they're losing."

"It's not my problem."

"You're delusional if you think it isn't."

"Dad, I was kicked out of town. No-one wanted anything to do with me. Lassiter and Juliet definitely didn't want to know me. And now I'm supposed to come running back?"

"Yes," Henry said firmly, taking a step towards his son. "Because they need help."

Shawn laughed, "Yeah, the man that tried to have me jailed wants my help." He turned and left the kitchen, Henry on his heels. Shawn re-entered his bedroom and began to make himself busy with making his bed for the first time in months. "After everything that has happened," Shawn continued, keeping his eyes firmly on the task in front of him. "You think I can go back? You think it'll be that easy?"

"Did I say it would be easy?" Henry asked from his place in the doorway.

"No thanks…I can't do it, not again."

"I know you Shawn. I know you've been calling in tips to the Las Vegas PD. I know you've been spending night after night watching the news, solving the crimes from your couch and wishing there was something you could do about it."

"You know nothing about me," Shawn dropped the covers and brushed past Henry, heading into the living area.

"Stop running!" Henry shouted and Shawn froze mid-step.

Shawn turned slowly. "You are the one…" he said, his voice quiet and barely controlled. It was obvious he was finding it hard not to start shouting "You are the one that told me to leave, and I did."

"I told you to take some time off, take a break, not leave Santa Barbara for good!"

"You really think that I could ever return, No one trusts me dad!"

"Yeah," Henry nodded, "and now the people you don't know don't remember who you are and the people you care about? They don't care about what happened."

"It's not that simple!"

"I know that Shawn!" Henry snapped. "You have always taken the easy way out, if it was too hard, if someone was better at it, you gave up! You have given up on every single thing in your life. Your jobs, your friends, your family."

"I had no choice!" Shawn shouted.

"And now you do!" Henry matched Shawn's volume. "Come back, help find the killer and redeem yourself or stay here and turn our back on everything." Shawn's eyes fell to the floor. "Shawn look at me," Henry ordered. When Shawn didn't move Henry repeated the request. "Please," he added. Slowly Shawn lifted his head and his eyes met Henry's. "The police want you," he started. "They have spent hours tracking every lead, every witness, every last scrap of evidence and they have nothing. Nothing. And out of anyone they could ask for help, they've asked you. Because they know you can solve this case, you're the only one who can Shawn."

Shawn took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry you wasted a journey," he spoke finally.

"Shawn!" Henry cried in frustration.

"You think stubbornness is genetic?" Shawn asked before turning his back on his father. "Bye, Dad," he said firmly, making sure Henry knew it was the end of the discussion.

Shawn made a good point though, Henry thought to himself. Shawn was the most stubborn person he'd ever met. He made decisions quickly and stuck to them, which meant it was pointless to try again with Shawn. He had decided to stay in Las Vegas and that was what he was going to stick with. "This is a big mistake," Henry told him before turning and making his way out of his son's apartment.