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Warning: Mild swearing

Me: Well, here it is folks. The showdown between father and son!

Shawn: *dress as a boxer* Ready coach! *punches air*

Me: *looks at him* What in samhill are you wearing?

Shawn: You said showdown didn't you? I'm just being precautious.

Me: How the heck do you even know that word?

Shawn: Gus has a daily word calendar in the office. It was today's word actually. Weird huh?

Me: ANYway! Enjoy!

DING DING!

The office stood silently as Gus and Paul watched father and son apprehensively. The atmosphere in the room was thick with electricity as the tension between the two increased. When he left the station, Henry started thinking of how much did he missed from Shawn's life after he left. He was hurt that Shawn never told him about his decision to finally becoming a detective. He thought that their relationship had finally started to mend. Suddenly Shawn broke the silence.

"What's there to talk about? I went to the academy and became a detective. End of story." He said with a shrug.

"Oh, you know. The fact that I didn't know my own son actually follow in my footsteps might be a good place to start!" Said Henry while trying to keep his rage inside. Shawn seeing his guarded rage his own anger started to surface.

"Why didn't you ever tell me about it?!" Henry demanded. Shawn snapped hearing this.

"Because you didn't need to know!" He answered with fury seething beneath. Henry's nostrils flared. Paul tried standing up to calm the two men but Gus grabbed his arm to stop him. He knew that the two of them needed to talk this out but still watched them with worry, ready to step in to help his friend at any time. Henry stepped closer to Shawn.

"The hell I didn't! I trained you since you were able to talk to become a detective and you think I didn't need to know?!" He screams while gesturing with his hands.

"Oh please! Even if I would have told you that I made head detective you still would have found something to criticize me over!" Shawn said matching the screams of his father.

"Well, I would never criticize you if you weren't so immature all the time! Because that must've been why you quit, wasn't it?!" At this, Shawn froze.

"W-what?" He stuttered. "How could he think that I quit because of that."

"It's always the same with you Shawn! You can't ever hold a job because you get bored with it!" Henry said exasperated as he saw Shawn turn to face away from him.

"It… it wasn't like that…" Shawn whispered almost painfully. The two friends started to go to Shawn's side when heard his voice waivered. Henry hesitated to continue seeing his son like this but he had to know the truth.

"Then what was it Shawn. Why did you quit the force?!" He demanded. Seeing Shawn's back stiffening, Paul placed a gentle hand on his old mentor shoulder.

"Shawn, you don't have to answer sir." Paul said gently.

"Mr. Spenc--" Gus started talking hoping to stop his prodding but stopped short when he heard his friends quiet voice.

"… You really want to know why I quit huh?" Shawn said impassionate. Hearing Shawn's voice so detached, send a shiver through all of them.

"Shawn…" Gus tried to reason with his friend but was startled by what he heard next.

"No Gus! My dad asked me a question so I should answer shouldn't I?!" Shawn screamed infuriated. Hearing this, Henry stood confused. He knew he'd pushed him to much. And hearing his son voice like this made him almost afraid of knowing the answer.

"The reason that I fucking quit my job dad was because of the last victim of the Hangman!" Shawn said fiercely while clutching his hands.

"W-what?" He's never heard Shawn cursed before and he was grateful to see him face to face. He didn't want him to see the fear in his eyes. Shawn continued to growl.

"After killing his last victim he managed to kidnap a woman called Penelope Stewart. And although we were lucky enough he made a mistake on the last scene and we were able to get there as he was leaving, we were too late for her. So you tell me dad. Would you have stayed when--" Shawn's throat closed up as tears started rolling from his eyes. He started remembering all the sleepless night he went through because of it. All that he lost because of that one case. How he wished he could've told his dad how afraid and lost he felt when he lost Penny to him. How he had wished to see him come to his apartment and cradle him like when he was a little boy. Ever since he found out that Hangman was loose again and how he was going to face his past demons, he had been on an emotional roller coaster that was bound to crash but having Gus and Paul by his side kept him leveled. But now, hearing him say all of this, it was too much.

To. Fucking. Much.

When Shawn turned to face him he was still shedding tears. Henry felt himself being struck when he saw the state of his son and how he had been the cause of it. Shawn started walking to him glaring daggers at him. He stopped and pointed a finger in his face.

"Would you really have stayed on the force when your fiancé was killed because you were getting to close to catching him?" Henry's eyes widen. The air left him as he thought of the meaning. His son had grown up. He was a detective and had found someone to love. But at the end someone took that away from him. It had torn a hole inside of him. Inside of his son. And he hadn't been there for him. Instead he had only opened an old wound and trusted a fucking knife in it. He made it worst.

"Would you have stayed when she bled out in your arms while waiting for an ambulance that never came? When the last words she managed to gurgle out were "I love you" before she choked on her own blood!" Shaw was screaming right at the end. He lowered his head and started walking passed him. He needed to gather his thoughts together. He needed to mend. But before he reached the door, he turned to see him with hollowed eyes.

"Dad… Not even I think that you would be that much of a heartless bastard that you would've stayed after that…" And he closed the door with a slam.

"Shawn, wait!" Gus said as he followed his friend worriedly.

Seeing his son leave, Henry fell on a nearby chair. He couldn't think. He may have just undone over four years of bonding. They were finally starting to talk without screaming at each other. They had started to become a real family. But now he feared he wasn't going to get another chance like that. He may have lost his son. His only son.

"What have I done?"

TBC…

Me: *O.O'* I did tell you they were going to fight….

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Don't kill me…