Shawn swallowed past the lump in his throat. As he was so rudely reminded earlier, the last time he and Gus had attempted this, it had nearly ended in Shawn's death. Though, he'd never actually admit to the fear that was bubbling up his throat in thick, acidity bile, Shawn Spencer was terrified. Though in all fairness, this time it was different. They weren't sneaking anywhere. They were currently standing at the front door, Gus' hand poised over the door, ready to knock for the third time. Get an invitation in, Lassiter had said, though the thin line of his lips said that it was not something that he had said easily.

Nodding, trying to keep the stomach churning fear off his face, Shawn shoved his shaking hands into his pockets. Sweat poured from them, like he was getting ready for his first date all over again. If it had been anything else, had he been anywhere else, Shawn would have rolled his eyes from the sheer amount of fear rolling off of him. However, he had seen this scene play out before. The psycho always goes for the knife, and they like to stab deep. Almost unconsciously, Shawn pulled one of his hands from his jean pockets and ghosted it over his abdomen. The scars that littered his chest and abdomen were thick and raised. They had long since lost the pink tinge to them, but that didn't mean that they blended with his skin any better. It is always unnatural to have multiple six inch knife wounds littering one's stomach.

Thinking back on it, Shawn often found himself wondering how it was that he had lived. No normal person should have lived through that. In reality, he should have bled to death right then and there-

A nudge from his left, brought Shawn back to the here and now. Looking up, he saw a woman standing in front of them. A disapproving frown etched on her wilting skin. Her hair, white as snow, was cut close to her head, clinging to her scalp tightly. Her blue eyes were blazing, and Shawn realized that she was awaiting someone to speak.

Clearing his throat, Shawn grinned at her. "Hello, Mrs-" his sentence trailing off, so she could fill in the rest.

"Blankenship."

Shawn nodded. Definitely the right house. Score one for team psych. His smile grew, just a little less than cocky, but more overpowering than his previous smile. "Well, Mrs. Blankenship, I was wondering if I could step inside, and chat with you. Along, with my partner, Marco Polo, of course."

Mrs. Blankenship's eyebrows shot up. "Marco Polo?"

Gus glared at Shawn, before fitting his mouth with a charming smile. "I was adopted."

A sigh sounded from the elderly woman in front of them, before she swiped a hand in front of the empty space. If Shawn hadn't been in character, which he found easier than he thought possible, he would have jumped up, fist pumping the air. Alas, he had found himself in character, and that would be a little over-dramatic.

"What would you like to talk about, Mr.-" This time, Mrs. Blankenship's sentence dropped off as she waited for Shawn to fill in the blank.

Shawn sat down on the empty couch, while Gus dropped down beside him. Before Shawn could answer, Gus grinned brightly at him. "His name is Henry Jekyll."

Again, her eyebrows shot up. "Henry Jekyll?"

Shawn patted Gus' shoulder, before grinning at the woman. "My parents are huge movie buffs. I have a sister named Scarlet O'Hara Jekyll, but she legally changed her name to Scarlet O'Hara."

The woman just stared at Shawn, a baffled look written on her face and her mouth hanging agape. Closing her mouth, she studied Shawn and Gus for a moment. "Can I ask what you wanted to chat about?"

Shawn nodded. "Of course, Mrs. Blankenship. I would like to talk to you about your son, Gerry Blankenship."

The woman's face contorted, as a frown wrapped its way across her lips. Her eyes darkened, and Gus yelped at the look that over took Mrs. Blankenship's face. "That man is no son of mine."

Shawn nodded, trying his best to hide the fear that was starting to bubble underneath the surface again. "Does that mean you haven't seen or heard from him?"

"That is exactly what it means. I will not claim a murderer as my son."

Shawn nodded. That had been a nice piece of information that they located once they found out Peter Mahoney's real name. Gerry Blankenship had quite the rap sheet. Everything from grand theft, to breaking and entering, and finally murder. Though, because of the lack of actual witnesses, the murder charges were dropped. However, there were plenty of assault charges that proved just how violent Gerry Blankenship could be. "If you hear from him, will please contact Detective Carlton Lassiter?"

She stared at Shawn for a moment, before giving one solemn nod. "If you don't mind me asking, what he did this time?"

"We believe that he kidnapped a young girl in Pittsburgh. We also have reason to believe that he might be taking up solace here in Santa Barbara. Obviously I don't have to tell you, that the quicker we find him, the better the young girl's chances are."

She nodded. "I might know where he is-"

Shawn stared at her, while he waited for the information that she might have.


Lassiter glared at the dank looking cabin. McNab stood off to his right, and Juliet was on his left. The cabin was a long-shot. It had belonged to one of Gerry Blankenship's relatives. The man had so many that Lassiter had lost track after aunt number eleven. After uncle number twelve, he was certain that his eyes were crossed. Though, locating the cabin was one of the only leads that had actually came through the new search report.

He had hated lying to Juliet about Blankenship's parents, because he would have much rather have talked to the mother in person. However, he wasn't about to allow Shawn to venture out into a dark, wooded area with only Gus as backup. The bloody mess that they had found Shawn in, after his run-in with Holden Marshall was enough to keep Lassiter from allowing him to venture into any potentially dangerous situation without police backup ever again.

"Count of three." Lassiter whispered. The warrant was tucked into his jacket pocket, and as he silently counted to three, he kicked in the door.

With his flashlight on, Lassiter walked in first. His gun was poised, and ready to be fired, as he quickly cleared the open area. From what he could gather, there were three open rooms downstairs. He nodded Buzz in one direction, and Juliet in another, before taking the last room himself. Lassiter knew that they should stick together, but he wanted to get the hell out of this smelly cabin as quickly as possible.

The walk to the furthest room wasn't as long as he thought, and it was a rather small room. After a quick sweep, Lassiter declared the room cleared, and moved to rejoin his backup. A quick nod from both of them, indicated that their rooms were also clear. Motioning toward the stairs, Lassiter followed them up to the second floor, all while wondering who built a two story cabin in the middle of the woods.

He sighed in relief, when he noticed that what awaited them at the top of the stairs was one large room. After throwing open the closet doors, they cleared the large room quickly.

"Well, this was a waste of time." Lassiter said, as his foot tapped anxiously. He needed to call Shawn, he had to know what the mother had said. Looking at his cell phone, he groaned. "No service."

Juliet's eyebrow raised. "Who would you need to call?"

Lassiter's head whipped around, before shrugging. "The chief."

Juliet eyed him carefully, before turning to walk back down the stairs. Lassiter was following close behind, and watched as she walked out the door. He knew that she would question him further once they were alone. Shawn was in for some trouble, because he wasn't going to keep lying to his partner. He made a move from the door, when Buzz grabbed his arm.

"Detective Lassiter. I hear something." Buzz's nose wrinkled, as he tried to listen more intently.

Lassiter could hear it too, he just wasn't sure where it was coming from. Looking out the front door, he watched as Juliet started to turn around, realizing that she was alone. The sounds were getting clearer, and Lassiter grimaced, before slamming the front door close. He turned around as a gunshot permeated the air.


Shawn shook his head. That couldn't be right. It couldn't. "You're sure he would go there?"

Mrs. Blankenship nodded her head. "It was one of his favorite places when he was a child. His father would take him up there during the summer. They would spend a month or two up there. Sometimes my brother would join them. It is his cabin after all. In fact, I could call Larry—find out if he's seen Gerry."

Shawn sighed. He had all the information he needed really. That explanation came off too true for him. Not to mention, all Shawn really needed was a reason why, the deranged freak would go there and Mrs. Blankenship had all but given him that reason.

"No, but thank you Mrs. Blankenship. I must call my friends at the SBPD now, but I really do appreciate all of your help."

She stood, and shook both Shawn and Gus' hands. "I just hope you find that poor girl before it's too late."

Shawn's fingers were massaging his temples. A migraine the size of Texas was currently trying to erupt his brain into soup at that moment. He smiled softly, trying to hide the grimace from the excruciating headache, as he followed Gus out of the house. As soon as Shawn inhaled the air outside of the house, he let a groan escape his lips.

"Argh! Damn, migraine." Shawn grumbled, as his fingers went to work on his temples again. He didn't have time for this right now.

"Look, let's get you home. Lassiter and Juliet can handle Blankenship."

Shawn sent a glare in Gus' direction. "And let my weird—dream-vision-whatever in the hell that thing was—let it come true? You do understand that Lassiter doesn't just get killed, right? That sick, deranged freak tortures him first. He will dangle his daughter in front of him! I can't let that happen-" Shawn doubled over, the pain in his head blinding him for a moment as he expelled the contents of his stomach.

"Yes, because you are in shape to help right now." Gus sighed, as he rubbed Shawn's back.

"Screw you, Gus. Are you going to help me or not?" Shawn asked, as soon as he was standing upright again.

"Do I have a choice?"

A hint of a smile lifted the corners of his mouth. "Well, of course. It's just—not helping me ends with you walking home, because I may have taken your keys."

Gus huffed, as he rifled through his pockets. "Dammit, Shawn."

Shawn fought the urge to laugh, knowing that would only cause the constant throb to worsen. He climbed into the driver seat. "Well, come on. We can't wait on your damn granny driving skills. Let's go, Gus. Lives are depending on us and whatnot. Let's not pittle-pattle. Pick up those feet." As soon as Gus was behind the blueberry, Shawn threw open the door and vomited again. "Damn, migraine." he whimpered, before starting the car. "You need to call Lassie, and keep calling until he answers the damn phone."

Shawn took off down the road at a speed much higher than the one that was currently posted. The jostling of the car was churning his stomach yet again, but Shawn swallowed back against the bile as he pushed on further.

"I've called his phone three times. It keeps going to voice-mail."

"Dammit!" Shawn yelled, beating his fist against the steering wheel. He immediately regretted the yelling as he temples flared up to a new level of pain that surpassed bongo drum beating. "Call Juliet. I didn't want her to know that we were helping, but this is bigger than her being pissed at me."

Gus merely nodded as he dialed the correct number. Shawn kept peering at him from the corner of his eyes as he continually ran stop sign after stop sign. "Juliet! Thank God—wait—what? Son of a bitch! We're on our way." He didn't give her a chance to respond before disconnecting the call.

"Well?" Shawn asked, finally as Gus paled considerably.

"Gerry Blankenship is most definitely at the cabin, and he has Buzz and Lassiter."

Shawn's face fell. "Both?" It was a gasped whisper.

"Yeah." Gus sighed. "That's not all-" he paused, as he waited to make sure Shawn was listening. When Shawn gave a barely noticeable nod, Gus continued, "Juliet is locked outside of the cabin, and there was a gunshot. She's not sure who was shot-"

Shawn's face contorted in pain, as tears slid down his cheeks. He was too late. His dream was coming to life, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. It took everything in him to keep the bile at bay. "I do. It was Buzz—and he's dead."