Michael reached forward and pulled Julie into his arms. He saw her, Marsha, and she had seen them. Marsha knew that they had escaped, if they didn't move quick, she would catch them. Drag them back to their deaths. He waited to hear Shawn's screams, figuring that Marsha would make quick work of the older man, but Michael heard nothing. He wasn't sure which feeling was battling for the top spot: happiness that perhaps Shawn had fought her off, or fear that she had merely locked Shawn back into the basement and was coming after them first.

"We have to move quicker, she saw us." Michael gasped out, as he maneuvered Julie in his arms so that he could grab hold of Lucinda's hand.

He pulled her behind him, his legs burning as they burst through the front door. Neither of them had a cell phone, Marsha had made sure of that. He couldn't go to the neighbor's house, Marsha would check there first. Growling, Michael made a decision and started to run down the road. His bare feet slapped the pavement hard and after a few feet he knew that his feet were bleeding. He could feel the rocks and cement digging deep into the tender flesh on the bottom of his feet. He ignored the pain and pressed forward.

"We're not going to make it far at this pace. We have to slow down!" Lucinda yelled, yanking back on Michael's arm.

He turned around, gasping for air, as he stared at Lucinda. "You don't understand!" He yelled out, as his chest heaved with each breath that he was able to pull into his oxygen deprived lungs. "If she catches us, she isn't just going to take us back, she will kill us! We have to keep moving."

Lucinda nodded, as Michael grabbed her hand again and tugged her forward. His stride slowed slightly as he pulled himself forward. His right arm was going numb under Julie's weight, but he ignored it. The end of the street was coming into view, he knew a few people that lived on either side of the next street. It would take her awhile to figure out the right house, just another block and they would stop to use the phone. Call that Juliet woman that Shawn had been talking about. Michael just prayed that it wasn't too late.

Lassiter sped down the road, his siren blaring as he careened into a right hand turn. Juliet, used to her partner's driving, held onto the door handle tightly to keep herself from flying against him. Gus moaned out, whispering something about car sick and his iron stomach. Juliet rolled her eyes as the house they were searching for came into view.

It was a quiet neighborhood, and the house was small. Single story, with a wide front porch. A garage sat off the side. As Lassiter slammed to stop in front of it, Juliet could tell that the residence was empty. No curtains hung in the windows, there was no front yard decorations. Nothing on the outside that laid claim to the empty house.

"No one lives here. It's a waste of time. Another dead end."

Lassiter's head snapped toward Juliet, "How do you know that?" he called out.

Juliet shrugged her shoulders, "No curtains in the windows. Nothing outside. It's bare."

Lassiter opened his door and stepped out. "We have no other lead, Spencer. Shall we just give up on finding them? Perhaps this Marsha Sanders used to live here? Maybe she moved recently. We could at least knock on some doors, see if anyone knows this Marsha Sanders."

Juliet nodded, Lassiter was right. She pushed her door open, before climbing out of the car. "I'm sorry." She mumbled, before opening the back door for Gus. His face was ashen, as sweat dotted his brow. "You okay?"

Gus nodded, but his hand rubbed soft circles on his stomach. "We doing something?"

Juliet grinned at him, before shaking her head. She made a move toward the house directly to the left of Marsha Sanders' supposed house when her cell phone went off. "Carlton, do you know this number?"

Lassiter stared at the number and shook his head, as he watched Juliet answer the call.

"Juliet Spencer,"

"Oh thank God! You have to help us. She'll find us! She still has Shawn. Help!"

Juliet's eyes widened, the phone nearly slipping from her lax grip.

Sirens could be heard in the distance, and Michael prayed that Marsha wouldn't realize that they were coming for her. If there was any chance that Shawn was still alive, that he would pull through this, she had to stay in the dark. Part of him had wished he had told Juliet to make a silent approach. He's pacing back and forth in the living room of his friend's house. The man is sitting on his couch watching curiously, as Lucinda stares out the window.

"She'll hear that, right?" Michael questions, as he turned back toward Lucinda.

Her head jerks up as she stares at Michael, like she hadn't just heard him talking. After a few moments of complete silence, her mouth bobs open and closed, before nodding. "Yeah. Probably." She finally muttered out. Realization hitting her hard, a sob caught in her throat. "She's going to kill him." It wasn't a question.

Michael's hands twisted tightly in his shaggy hair. He tugged lightly on the hair, just long enough for him to feel the pain, before stopping. The feel of pain had always seemed to calm his mind before, and this time was no different. His eyes snapped open, "I have to save him. I got you and your daughter to safety, now I have to do the same for Shawn." He sputtered out suddenly.

"No!" Lucinda yelled as she jumped to her feet. Her hand reached out to grab a hold of his arm. "Shawn wouldn't want that, Michael. He wouldn't want you risking your life for his."

Michael turned his wild eyes on Lucinda's. Tears slowly filled them as he shook his head. "I'm no good. This is all my fault anyways. I should have stopped her before it had a chance to get this far, but I didn't. I let her do it, knowing full well that she planned on killing you. So, yeah he probably wouldn't mind it if I traded my life for his."

Lucinda sighed, "Michael. Shawn is the person she is after the most. She wants him to pay for killing Garrett...for killing your father. Do you honestly think that she will let him live, even if you offer up a trade?"

With his hands balled into fists, Michael shoved them against his eyes. "No. Probably not, but if I go back, I can fix it. I can stop her."

Lucinda stared at Michael for a moment, her eyebrow raising. She was pretty sure that she knew exactly where he was headed with his current train of thought, but she had to hear the words. "How? How can you stop her?"

Michael smiled sadly as he shrugged his shoulders half-heartedly. "I'll kill her."

Michael's feet slapped against the concrete again. He could feel the closed cuts on the bottom of his feet opening up again. He assumed that once he found Marsha, that the pain in his feet would be the least of his worries. The main being that he'd need to wrestle the gun that he knew she carried on her, from her. The second would be actually using the gun on Marsha. He had never taken a life before, never had the need to, but sometimes there were no other options.

His foot slammed down on a particularly pointy rock, causing a sharp hiss to escape his lips. Michael limped to a stop, before pulling his foot up as high as he could. The small rock was still visible. He gripped the sides of the rock and yanked. Blood quickly poured from the wound, and the sight made Michael's stomach churn. Sighing, he threw the bloodied rock to the ground. Balling his hands into tight fists and biting his lower lip, Michael placed his injured foot onto the ground. Tears welled in his eyes at the sharp pain, but he started to move forward, trying his best to ignore the pain as he started to pick up the pace. Moving as quickly as he could in his half limp, half run, Michael reached the turn onto his street. The house was visible from the stop sign. His nose wrinkled, knowing he was at a obvious disadvantage now that he was injured, but he kept moving. Even if he had to die, he was going to do everything he could to get Shawn out of that house alive.

Lassiter's car slams to a stop in front of a white, shack of a house. He looks at Juliet, "Are you sure this is right?"

Juliet nods softly, before pulling herself from Lassiter's car. Lassiter and Gus follow suit, all three running up the small hill to the front porch of the house. Lassiter knocks hard, three times, before the door is yanked open.

"Thank God!" Lucinda cries, as she throws herself into Lassiter's arms.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Lassiter asked, before pressing a kiss to Lucinda's hair.

"I'm fine. Maybe a concussion at worse..." She paused, before pulling back, "What do you mean he?"

Lassiter stared at her, "The person that took you. He's a sixteen-year-old boy, goes by the name Michael Marshall."

Lucinda shook her head vehemently back and forth, "No! You have it wrong. Michael got me and Julie out of the house. His stepmother is the one that orchestrated the whole thing. Marsha Marshall."

Juliet stepped forward, her brow raised, "Garrett Marshall never remarried."

"I don't know about that, but Michael called her his stepmother. She's crazy..." Lucinda's head hung, "She still has Shawn. Michael left to try to save Shawn. I'm afraid she'll kill both of them."

Juliet eyed Lassiter for a moment, "You stay. I'll go get Shawn."

Lassiter shook his head, "You're my partner."

Juliet smiled, "Yeah, and you need to take care of your family. Stay. I have Gus."

Lassiter scoffed at that, "Yeah, good luck with that." He rolled his eyes, "Don't be stupid, Juliet. Let me come with you."

"No. Stay here. I have a gun and a bullet with Marsha's name written on it." Juliet held out her hand, as Lassiter pressed his keys into her hand. She offered him one last smile before turning around and walking toward his car.

Juliet twisted the wheel hard as she swerved onto the correct road, trying to locate the correct house that Lucinda has described over the phone. Spotting it, Juliet slammed on the brakes hard. Putting the car into gear, she yanked the keys from the ignition, before hopping from the car. Quickly, she pulled her gun from it's holster as she crept toward the front door. Gus cowered behind her, his head peeking over her shoulder as they continued forward. As soon as they both climbed onto the front porch, a gunshot sounded from somewhere inside the house. Juliet rushed forward, almost forgetting that Gus was with her. Quickly, she cleared the living room, she made a move for the kitchen when she heard noises coming from below them. Peering around, she spotted the door that had to lead to the basement.

She made a move for it, before putting a halting hand up. "Stay here." She whispered harshly, before pulling the door open. Juliet took the stairs as quickly as she could, and as soon as she landed at the bottom, she looked around the small basement. On her left, she spotted another door. Her eyebrow wrinkled as she moved toward it. The knob twisted, and the door flew open. With her gun drawn, Juliet leveled it as she waited for someone to come out of the room. A flurry of dark hair ran out, and Juliet pulled the trigger, once, twice, three times. The body fell to the floor with a hard thump. Juliet moved forward, and crouched beside the body. Pressing her fingers to the pulse point, she found no movement. Turning the body over, Juliet sighed. The woman's eyes were wide open. Moving her hand forward, she pressed down on the eyelids, promptly closing her eyes.

Standing up, Juliet moved forward. Two bodies littered the floor, both unmoving, one of them was definitely dead.