Author's Note: I'm sorry I've been MIA. Hope you like the update! Poems are written by me.

Warning: There is violence in this chapter.

Chapter 9- Help Her

Shawn had spent the last few hours holding Mimi in his arms and has she cried on and off. When he thought she was done crying, he would hear her sniffle and feel more tears soak his shirt. It was breaking his heart to see her like this. He didn't know what was going on. All he knew was that he was going to slowly kill whoever was making her cry like this. And he hated himself for caring. He hated himself with a passion that was suppose to be reserved for her. He couldn't understand why he didn't loathe her like he did a month ago. Part of him wondered if Zach was right, that maybe he was having feelings for her that weren't hatred. Oh he really hated himself for thinking that. His thoughts were interrupted by another sob that escaped her lips, he pulled her tighter to her body, "Please baby," he said in a soothing voice, "let me in. Tell me what to do. I can make this all better. I can make it go away."

"You can't," she said, "I made a promise. I can't tell a soul. If my family found out…"

"I won't tell them," Shawn said wiping away her tears, "it will be our little secret."

"Trust me Shawn," she said, "its better that you don't know."

"You're scaring me baby," he said. "Why the hell do I keep calling her baby! Stop it brain! Stop calling her baby!" he scolded himself in his mind.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I don't mean to. I can't tell you. Trust me, you'd wish I didn't tell you."

"I'd never wish that," he said, "because then I would be wishing away the trust you've given me. Let me help you baby. I'm the badass that can clean this up for you."

"You shouldn't be fighting my battles," she said.

"I want to fight your battles," he said before he even could process that thought, "I want to kill all your demons."

"You can't," she said, she glanced at the time, "Oh my God! Is it really 2 o'clock!" She jumped out of his embrace and ran to find her purse.

"Yeah," he said, "you've been in and out of it for a while."

"I have to go," she said, "I have to do the impossible." She reached inside her purse and pulled out her cell phone putting it in her pocket. She grabbed her keys and put her purse back down.

"Let me help."

"Do you have an obscene amount of money on you?" she snapped.

"No," he said, not flinching at all at her tone. He knew she didn't mean it.

"Then you can't help me," Mimi said.

"Baby listen to me," he said grabbing her arms and looking her in the eyes, "if you give into the blackmailers, they will continue to feed off of you the rest of your life. Even if you give them the money there is no guarantee that they won't reveal your secret."

"I have no choice!" she screamed at him, "I have to pay them off, if I don't they will sell it to the newspapers!"

"You have another choice," he said, "You're just not taking it."

"I'm not telling my family," she said as she started to walk away from him, "I have to go."

"That's not the choice I was referring to," he said grabbing her arm and stopping her from leaving him, "I'm your other choice. I have experience with this baby. I can take care of this problem permanently without it costing you an obscene amount of money."

"You can't," she said freeing her arm from his grip and walked to the door.

"Why not?" Shawn asked, not ready to give up completely.

"Because you're not a Lockhart," she said slowing her stride or turning around to look at him, "and it's a Lockhart problem."

"Miriam," he said, stopping her at the door.

"Yes?" she said, not turning around to face him.

"Offer still stands," he said, "if you need it call me and I'll be there for you. You don't even have to tell me what this is all about, I'll still be there for you."

"I know," she said before closing the door.

Shawn looked around the room. He grabbed the book Mimi gave him to read over some more. He was hoping it would give him clues into her life. He walked out into the balcony and noticed her phone was still out there as well as the note. He grabbed them both and brought them inside. He hung up her phone and looked at the note. He was torn, should he read it or not. The Shawn that shouldn't care for her said to read it because it could give him clues into the shady dealings of the Lockhart clan but the Shawn that was her friend said it would be a violation of her trust and he shouldn't read it. But that Shawn also knew she was over her head and he could help her. Frustrated, he dropped the note on the table and walked out of the room. He grabbed the book and stuffed in down the backside of his pants so he would have his hands free to climb down the tree. He snuck back to his bike and drove off. The whole time he wondered if he had made the right decision to trust her.

Mimi drove to the abandoned warehouse with a bag that did not contain ten million dollars. It only had five million dollars, but that was all she could manage. She wasn't old enough to access into her trust fund yet and if she tried to get an early withdrawal her father would know about it faster than he would know about the five million she just took. "What have you gotten me into Mom?" she asked her. Mimi walked into the building and looked around to familiarize herself with it.

"You're late," a man's voice said behind her.

"I hit traffic," she said turning around. She did not recognize the man behind her. He was tall, dark hair and dark eyes.

"Where's my money?" he demanded.

"Where's the proof?" she demanded, "I want to see the photos."

"I have time in a safe location with a buddy of mine," he said, "Once I have the money, you get the address of where you can find the photos."

"That wasn't the deal," she said.

"You change locations, I change the drop," he said, "Where's my money?"

"I'm not giving you all the money without the photos," she said, "I'm not stupid."

"I have half of them," he said tossing them to her.

Mimi set down her bag and looked through them. She was horrified with what she saw. How could her mother do this? How could she be so reckless? Mimi wasn't paying attention to the man. When she looked up she noticed he had her bag and was looking through it.

"Is this all of it?" he asked.

"Yes," she said.

"It looks a little empty for ten million," he said, eyeing her suspiciously.

"It's all of it," she said.

"You don't lie very well," he said, walking fast towards Mimi. He slapped her in the face hard, sending her to the ground, "for that, I think its time to make headlines."

"NO!" Mimi yelled as he reached into his pocket to grab his cell phone. It slipped out of his hand and to the floor. He reached down to pick it up when Mimi grabbed a lead pipe next to her and hit him over the head as hard as he could. He fell to the ground unconscious. She dropped the pipe in shock, "Oh Lord," she said with wide eyes, "What have I done?"

Shawn was sitting in his room going through Mimi's book. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He found himself praying to God that she wasn't endanger and then cursed himself for caring. "I shouldn't care about her," he said, "she means nothing to you, remember Brady? She's a means to the end, that's all." He shook his head in frustration, this inner battles he was having over his affections for Mimi was becoming too frequent for his liking. "I don't care about her, I can't," Shawn said, "I have to be loyal to my family." He let out another sigh before turning back to the book. He turned the page and one poem jumped out at him. It was dated from their high school days.

I love him

I love him so much it hurts to know that he doesn't love me

I need him

I need him so much it hurts to know that he doesn't need me

I long to see him, to hear his voice

It hurts to know that he doesn't long for me the way I long for him

I love him

He loves someone else

I need him

He needs someone else

I am longing for him

He is longing for someone else.

I am all alone

He has her to keep him company

He couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face just at the thought that she was writing this about him. That she loved him in high school while he was dating Belle. "Belle," he said rolling his eyes, "talk about a walking disaster." He closed the book, looking at her words was slowly driving him crazy because it didn't stop him from thinking about her. It made him think about her more and worry about her more. He put it in his dresser under his boxers, knowing that no one would ever go into his underwear drawer, not even Zach. He grabbed the keys to his bike and decided to wait for Mimi at her house. He needed to see her and make sure she was okay. His cell phone rang the instant he shut the door to the house. "Hello?" he said.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! OH MY GOD!" Mimi said repeatedly.

"Baby?" he said, trying to keep his voice calm even though he was freaking out at the sound of her panic voice, "What happened?"

"Oh my God, Oh my God," she repeated continually, "What have I done?"

"Baby stop!" Shawn yelled into the phone and she stopped talking. "Now I want you to take deep breaths baby doll," he cooed, "Like me." Shawn inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. He repeated this a few more times, "Now tell me what's wrong?"

"I didn't…I couldn't…I'm sorry," she started rambling again.

"Baby you need to slow down you speech," he said.

"He took the money and knew it wasn't enough. He only gave me half of the photos and not the negatives. He hit me. He was going to call his partner to tell him to print it," she said, "and I hit him over the head…I think I killed him! Oh my God! Oh my God! I'm a murderer!"

"Baby, baby, baby, take a deep breath remember deep breathes," he said, when he noticed she wasn't following his instruction he spoke softer, "baby, take a deep breath with me." He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. He listened as she mimicked him and he did it again. "Now that you're calm," he said, "Does he have a pulse?"

"I don't know."

"Check," he said, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice as he punched the air.

Mimi bent down and slowly brought her hand to his neck. She checked the pressure point and let out a sigh of relief when she felt it move, "Yes."

"And I'm assuming he's unconscious?"

"Yes."

"Did you tie him up?" he asked.

"Why?"

"Because when he wakes up he's going to be fucking pissed off at you!" Shawn barked out.

"Don't yell at me!" she hissed back.

He took a deep breath to collect his thoughts, "I'm sorry baby," he said in a soothing voice, "I'm just frustrated that I'm not there with you."

"It's okay," she said with a sniffle.

"Please don't cry," he begged.

"I'm not…well just a little, but I think I have the right to Shawn!"

"I'm sorry again baby," he said, "Can you tie him up?"

"I don't have anything to bond him with," she said.

"Where are you?" Shawn said.

"Shawn, you can't be involved," she said.

"I am involved," Shawn said, "You're in over your head. Tell me where you are and I'll bring the rope." "There's a sentence I never thought I'd say," he thought to himself. He went back into his house and ran up stairs to his room.

"The abandon warehouse," she said, "its way in the back. It's my family's, there was a fire…not important, number seven."

"I'm there shortly," Shawn said, "if he moves hit him over the head again."

"Now is not the time for stupid jokes Shawn," Mimi said as she let out a frustrated sigh.

"I'm not joking," he said, "I'm serious. If he moves an inch, hit him that bastard over the head as hard as you can."

"Shawn…"

"Miriam," he said seriously, "as hard as you can and do not hold back. If he gets up you'll have a snow balls chance in hell of getting out of there."

"But Shawn…"

"He's not going to wake up until I say he can," he said again, his tone sterner than before, "I mean it. Hear my word and do as I say on this one without hesitation!"

His tone sent shivers down her spine, he sounded just like Patrick when he's dealing with situations like this. "Okay," she said, "hurry."

"I'm practically out the door now," Shawn said. He went into his closet and took out the box from the back corner of his closet on the floor. He pulled out the rope and took out his gun, putting it behind resting on the waistline of his jeans. He ran out the door and hopped into his truck with the appropriate supplies in the bed of the truck. Within minutes he was at the warehouse Mimi instructed him to be. "Mimi," he said walking in. He couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her holding the pipe like a baseball bat waiting to strike if the man stirred.

"Shawn!" she screamed. She dropped the pipe and ran over towards him, she stopped in her tracks when Shawn raised his hand up.

"Don't leave the weapon next to his body," Shawn lectured as he walked past her, "What if he wakes up! The jackass has a weapon and you're back to being helpless!" he picked up the lead pipe and held it in his hand.

"I'm sorry," she snapped, "I'm not good at being a 'badass' as you would put it." She made quotation marks with her fingers on the word 'badass.' "I have no idea what I'm doing."

"So I've noticed," he mumbled under his breath as he studied the man, from the corner of his eye he saw her glaring at him. "Sorry," he said, "You weren't supposed to hear that."

"You are an ass Shawn!" she said, "Why did I call you!"

"You did the right thing baby," he said walking up to her, "I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Something they both wanted to do the moment he walked into the room. He released his hold on her and surveyed the room, "Bring me that chair," he said pointing to the corner as he went to assess the situation she got them into.

Mimi did as she was told as Shawn patted down his pocket for weapons or any identify information, he found his wallet and motel key. When she had set it down, Shawn picked up the man placed him in it. He tied his hands to the chair by his wrists and then also his legs. Shawn then tied the rope around his mid section, securing him completely to the chair. "I think it's for the best you leave here now baby," Shawn said never taking his eyes off the man.

"No," she said stubbornly, "this is my mess. I should be the one…"

"You're not going to want to be around here when I'm talking with him," he said, "trust me on this baby. You're heart won't be able to handle it."

"You don't even know what you're looking for," Mimi said.

"You told me you only have half the photos and no negatives," Shawn said, "plus a partner somewhere waiting or a return or call. Let me do my job. I know you don't trust me with the secret, but I can get the information from him. You don't have to tell me a thing, I won't know the secret."

"You shouldn't have to do this," Mimi said, "you're not involved…"

"I am involved," Shawn said pulling her into a hug. He was trying really hard not to lose his temper with her again, but she was making it damn near impossible. "This right here is me being involved in something I have no idea what is about! And I don't care, I'm doing this for you baby. You have to trust me when I say you're not going to like my negotiating techniques."

"I have to be here," Mimi said.

Shawn let out a frustrated growl, he took a deep breath. He opened his mouth to speak, but she had cut him off.

"Family loyalty Shawn," she said, "I have to be here. I'm responsible for this mess."

"Fine," he said, "you can stay, but I do not want to hear a peep from you. This will most likely become very violate very fast. Do not let him know you are scared or shocked at my actions."

"Okay."

"And above all," he said with pleading eyes, "do not hate me for this."

She looked at him confused, "I don't understand," she said, "why would I hate you?"

"Just don't hate me," he said.

"I won't," she said, "I'm indebted forever."

Shawn didn't say anything; he just kissed her forehead and smiled at her. He turned to face the unconscious man and his face become stone cold, void of any type of emotion. He heard a little gasp from Mimi when his facial expression changed. "If you going to do that you have to leave." The icy cold tone he used could have dropped the temperature of the room by thirty degrees.

"As quite as a mouse," she said. She didn't mean to gasp, she just never seen him look like that before. He was so cold and sadistic. It wasn't her Shawn. She tried to cover her mouth before it escaped but it was too late.

Shawn went over to the man and hit him in the face, "Rise and shine little bitch," he said coldly, "Someone's been a very bad boy." He hit him again when he saw the man stir a little. Shawn let out a sadistic laugh at the man's attempts to free himself from the constraints. "I wouldn't bother if I were you," Shawn said getting into his face, "I was a boy scout once upon a time. You'll never get out of those."

"What do you want!" the man demanded.

"You know what I want," Shawn said in a condescending tone, "You have my pictures, my negatives, and now my money." He watched as the man process his words, when the light bulb went off that Shawn said money, Shawn smirked, "That's right I said money. For being a bad little boy I'm taking away the reward of money and replacing it with something else."

"What?" he said.

"How about your life?" Shawn asked him, "You see that is my girl over there. Take a good look at my girl. You see the bruise already forming on her face where you hit her. That pisses me off beyond words." Shawn punched the man, breaking his nose, "I feel a little better now. You hit my girl and you tried to rip her off. Now you're going to tell me where to find my photos or I'm going to rip you apart limb to limb."

"When I don't get back my partner is going to leak it to the press," the man said, trying to gain some control of this situation.

"You really want to play it that way?" Shawn asked as he picked up the lead pipe, "Because it will be more fun for me and more pain for you." Shawn swung the pipe hard against his abdomen, "Now where's the photos and the negatives. Where is your partner? Tell me and you can walk out of here."

"How can I trust you?" he demanded.

"Well since you lied to my baby and I've only been honest with you," he said, "I think my word is the one that we'll believe."

"She didn't give me all my money," the man spat out, he was sucker punched by Shawn.

"You only gave her half the goods," Shawn said, "Therefore you get half of the money. You really shouldn't play with me, but I don't fucking play well," he lifted it over his head and sent in straight into the man's foot. Shawn only laughed when the man screamed in agony.

Mimi stood there shell shocked. She couldn't believe this man before her was Shawn-Douglas Brady. Her Shawn was a kind and gentle man. This Shawn was a cold hearted sadistic bastard who really enjoyed torturing this man. She understood it why he did it. But it didn't stop her from being afraid of him. Now she understood why Shawn asked her to leave. He didn't want her to know about this side of his life. She felt sorry for him and her brother, to have to do this out of loyalty to the family. But Shawn wasn't doing this for his family; he was doing this for her. And as sick as it was, she felt happy and touched that he would do this for her. She thought she heard him say "come here baby" but she wasn't sure. She looked up and saw his hand stretched out waiting for her to take it. He looked at her with his cold eyes and an expression that said, "Get your ass over here now!"

"Tell me what I want to know!" Shawn said bringing the lead pipe down onto the man's foot again.

"NO!" the man screamed in pain again as he felt the pipe hit his foot again. He keeled over in pain when the pipe hit his stomach.

"Tell me what I want to know and your suffering will be over," he said.

"Go to hell," the man said at he tried to spit on Shawn but it fell short.

Shawn punched him in the nose for trying to spit on him. He refrained from spitting on him since this man wasn't going to be leaving his building alive and Shawn didn't want his DNA on him if the police found his body. "Now you will tell me what I want to know or I'll show you how good I was at tee ball when I was a kid," he threatened and he got into the stance and held the bat with a tight grip.

"I'll only tell her," the man said looking at Mimi's horrified face, "but by the looks of his your bitch is afraid of you."

Shawn hit the man hard in the knee cap, "You will not disrespect my girl you worthless piece of shit!" Shawn slapped him in the face before stretching his arm behind him with his hand open, "Come here baby," he said. His eyes never leaving the man bonded to the chair. When he heard the man laugh he kicked him in the groin before turning his head to Mimi. His eyes landed on hers and then gestured to his hand.

Mimi took a deep breath and walked over to Shawn. Her face masked the fear she felt in the inside as she grabbed Shawn's hand and he pulled her into his body. She looked into his eyes before pulling him into a passionate kiss, both of them tried to ignore the sparks that shot through their bodies, "What do you need me for?"

"This scumbag has finally decided to crack," he said, "but he will only tell you. Apparently I'm not fun to play with." His tone was mocking his eyes danced with amusement but his facial expression was still cold and sadistic.

"I don't know what his problem is," Mimi purred as she played along with whatever game Shawn was playing, "I love to play with you." To add to the effect, she kissed him again as her hand started to travel south, they both felt the sparks rush through them.

"Kill me now," the man said disgusted at the sight in front of him.

Shawn lifted the piped and hit him hard in the stomach again, never breaking the kiss he shared with Mimi. He turned to the man, "I'd watch your mouth because I might just grant you that wish. Now tell her what she wants to know."

"The information is at the Roadside Motel, room 125," the man said, "The rest of the photos and the negatives are in the nightstand."

"And your partner?" Shawn asked.

"I don't have a partner," the man said, "I'm working alone. I refused to share my money for work I did."

"That the truth," Shawn said.

"You don't believe me?" the man said pretending to be offended, "Why would I lie to your bitch? Of course if she ever wants to know what its like to be in bed with a real man, just come looking for me. I will show you a real good time."

"I think it would be hard for you to fuck without your tiny dick?" Shawn asked.

"What are you talking about?" the man said, "I have a big…" he never finished his sentence because Shawn had pulled out his gun and shot him in the groin. The man tried to bend over in pain but couldn't because of his restraints.

"What the hell Shawn!" Mimi said, "Why did you do that?"

Shawn ignored Mimi and grabbed the man's hair. He was beyond pissed off when his mind thought of why the photos and negatives were in the motel room. Shawn figured this man was going to allure her to the motel room with the promise of the other half of the goods. Then he was going to rape her. What pushed him over the boiling point was when he offered to have sex with her. He didn't know what happened, he just lost it. That scared him, because he never looses it. After knowing this woman for two months he has already punched his brother, lied to his father, and shot a man's dick off because he implied he was going to have sex with her. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he thought to himself.

"Why did you do that Shawn?" Mimi whispered.

"Think about baby," Shawn said, "He wanted you to come alone. He was going to take you to that room for the other half of the photos. What do you think he was going to do to you in that motel room?" He watched her eyes as she slowly processed the information. He knew she figured it out when her eyes widened with fear.

"He was going to….he was going to…" she couldn't even finish the sentence.

Shawn pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her forehead. Shawn could still here the man crying in pain. "Come on baby," Shawn said, "lets go see if he's lying or not."

"We're going to just leave him like that?" Mimi asked.

"I need him alive incase he's not telling me the truth," Shawn said as he crouched down next to the man, "I'm going to take a little trip to see if you're telling me the truth" his voice dropped a few octatives lower, "And God help you if you're lying to me," the threatening tone sent shivers down the man's back as well as Mimi's. Shawn punched him hard in the face, knocking him out cold. "Let's go baby," he said grabbing her and pulling her away from the man. Shawn walked them to her car. He looked at the other man's car and saw the keys still in it. "You follow me to the motel."

"You're not coming with me?" she asked.

"I'm going to take his car," Shawn said, "It can't be here." Shawn put on his gloves and skull cap before touching the car. She followed him to the car and parked away from him. He walked to her, "Do you have any gloves?" he asked.

Mimi nodded and put on a pair of gloves and followed Shawn to the room. She noticed that he looked around before going to the door and quickly opened it. They went inside quickly and started looking for it. Shawn found it within seconds but still tore apart the room incase he had others hidden elsewhere. When Shawn was satisfied that he checked out every surface they had left the room and when back to the man held captive. Mimi pulled up to the warehouse and was about to open the door but his hand on her arm stopped her.

"I'll meet you back at your place," he told her.

"But the man…"

"Don't worry about him," Shawn said, "I'll dispose of the body."

"But he's not dead…"

"Oh he is," Shawn said casually, "he just doesn't know it yet."

"Shawn you can't…"

"You're hands need to stay clean of this," Shawn said, "You didn't do anything. You don't know anything. This cannot be traced back to you."

"Shawn…" She said in a pleading voice.

"If we let him go he's going to continue to come after you," Shawn said, "this is the world I live in, your brother lives in. The only thing that Patrick and I will ever agree on is hiding this world from our younger siblings. This isn't your world baby."

"It isn't yours either," Mimi said bringing her hand to his cheek and caressing it.

He saw the tears forming in her eyes, "Don't cry baby," he said, "I hate it when you cry." He brought his hands to her face and wiped away the tears.

"I don't mean to," She said, "I just wish this didn't have to happen. Why didn't I handle this better?"

"It's being handled," Shawn said, "trust me. Your secret it safe and you never had to tell a soul so you didn't break your promise."

"Please let me come with you," she begged.

"No baby," Shawn said, "some things in life you shouldn't have to see. This is one of them. I won't let you. Trust me."

"I do trust you," she said as the tears fell from her eyes again.

He ran his fingers down her cheek and gently touched her bruise "Does that hurt?" he asked his voice full of concern.

"A little," she said. She held her breath as he lean in and gently kissed her bruise. The tears started to fall from her eyes again. He was scarified so much for her tonight.

He wiped her tears again and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips, "I'll see you at your house in three maybe four hours."

Mimi watched him get out of the car and walk into the warehouse. A few seconds later she heard the man screaming in agony. She let out a little scream. Shawn wasn't just going to kill him, he was going to torture him and make an example of him to anyone else who dared cross Miriam Lockhart. She covered her mouth and cried some more. She put the car in drive and obeyed Shawn's demand. The whole time she felt guilty inside. Shawn was cleaning up her mess for a secret she carried for her mother and he doesn't even know what that secret was. When she got home she felt dirty. She took a shower and changed into a pair of comfortable pajamas. While she waited for Shawn to come to her window her mind races through the events of that evening. Shawn had terrified her. She never wanted to see that side of him again. She cried for her brother and for him, for a lifestyle that they didn't seem to want. A smile crept on her lips at the memory of stolen kisses and Shawn calling her "my girl." She knew it was an act, but she couldn't deny the sparks she felt. Then she felt guilty for not letting him into this secret. He killed, no tortured a man ruthlessly to protect a secret that he knew nothing about; "Should I tell him?" she asked herself, "Does he have a right to know?"

Shawn walked into the warehouse and raised his gun at the man who had yet to bleed to death. With one shot that man was dead and Mimi's secret would be forever safe. But he could not do it. This man might have friends and he needed to set an example for anyone stupid enough to go after her. He needed to keep her safe. A bullet to the head was too nice of a punishment. He picked up the pipe and swung it hard into his gut, "Wakey wakey, little bitch," He said in a sadistic tone.

"You got what you wanted," the man pleaded, "Let me go."

"What I want is for you to bleed," Shawn said walking over to an abandoned tool set and grabbing a pair of gardening shears, "then I'm going to send you're parts to all your favorite haunts." He brought the shears to the man's pinky and cut it off. The man's cries of agony filled the room until he pasted out from the pain. Shawn threw the parts on the plastic that laid on the floor along with the rest of his parts. He wanted to call for reinforcements but would not be able to explain this to his father. He wiped the pipe free of fingerprints and threw it on the remains of the man. He wrapped the man in plastic and threw the bag over his shoulder. He grabbed the shovel and he walked a half mile down the road. He threw the bag on the ground and started digging. After forty-five minutes he had a hole deep enough to bury the body. He threw in the plastic bag and started throwing dirt over the remains. Within an hour he was back and his truck. He grabbed the cans of gas and walked back into the warehouse. There was just too much of a blood trail to leave it standing. He began pouring the gas heavily in areas were the blood was as well as the rest of the abandoned room. He put the cans back into his truck and grabbed some paper as he walked back into the building. He reached into his pocket for his lighter and started the paper on fire. He threw in on the ground by the biggest blood spill and walked out of the warehouse to his truck. The warehouse set fire quickly and Shawn far gone before the fire trucks were even called. The drive back all he could think about was the kisses he shared with Mimi and how alive he had felt. He couldn't help but to wonder, "Am I falling in love with my baby?"