As soon as Alan pulled into the parking spot, Jonathon swung open his door and jumped out, not waiting for Alan to even finish parking. He watched him sprint up to the building and disappear through the door, as he gathered the keys and locked the car. He followed after him, his own heart pounding like Shawn were his own kid.

He could hear Jonathon's panicking voice the moment he opened the glass door. "Shawn Hunter. He was arrested by Detective Adams at a restaurant over on the west end and I want to know where he is! I'm his legal guardian."

"I'm sorry, Sir, but we haven't had any kids coming through here all night." The officer behind the counter informed him. He turned in his chair to face the officer beside him. "Hey, Dan, have you seen or heard from Nicky at all tonight?"

"Nada. I haven't talked to him since parade this morning." The man answered, not bothering to even shift his gaze from his computer.

"You've gotta be kidding me! He took my kid! He has Shawn, Alan!" Jonathon was looking pale, as he stepped back from the desk. "Oh God! What is he doing with him?"

"Hey!" Alan stepped up to the desk, slamming his fist down with authority. "Listen. My son watched Detective Adams take Shawn Hunter from a restaurant in hand cuffs, claiming that he was under arrest. If he didn't bring him here then he's kidnapped him and that is your responsibility! So you better damn well pay attention to this man and find out where Shawn is before this goes viral. You wouldn't want this type of story running all over the news, would you?"

"Alan, he's kidnapped him! He came to my house in the middle of the night a few weeks ago trying to take him. He's done it! He's ruthless and he's done it! Oh, God, this is all my fault! What am I going to do?" He was shaking, frantically running his hand over his face.

Alan put a hand on his shoulder. "Jon, we're going to find him. I'm sure he's fine. We just have to find out where he..." He paused, turning back to the copper behind the desk. "Where is Chet Hunter?"

The officer who looked just barely older than Shawn stared at him, dumbfounded. "Excuse me?"

"Is Chet Hunter in this building or was he moved? Please! Shawn wanted to see his dad more than anything. What if he took him there? Somewhere else?" Jonathon was practically yelling.

"I'm gonna have to look that up." The kid said, glancing at the guy beside him for approval. The other officer shrugged.

"Come on! Anyone ever tell you it's okay to break the rules every now and then?" Alan rolled his eyes, turning around and beginning to pace the floor. He couldn't think of anything else to say, but Jonathon's desperate voice from behind him gave him hope.

"Chet Hunter has been beating the living fuck out of his son his whole life! Shawn is a good kid and he doesn't deserve any of this! I just need to know he's safe. Please, help me find him."

"Jon!"

"Oh, thank God!" Jonathon couldn't remember even opening the door, as he raced from the parking lot into the Detention Centre. The moment he'd laid his eyes on Shawn, he felt his heart leap, and then suddenly he was in front of him and had the boy wrapped in his arms.

There were tears streaming down Shawn's cheeks as he pulled away from Jonathon enough to look at him face to face. "He said I can see my dad, Jon."

Jonathon ripped his glance away from Shawn and redirected it at Nicky, his lips trembling with anger. "You son of a bitch!"

"Jon?" Shawn stepped back, confusion residing over his tear streaked face.

"You treat me like shit! You stalk me, you accuse me of being a pedophile, and then you pick him up off the streets and bring him here? To the guy who put him in this miserable state? I thought he'd been kidnapped! I thought he'd wind up..." Jonathon choked on his words, unable to even finish that thought. "Now you're the one who looks like the creep! Huh? You're the one endangering him!"

Nicky moved closer to Jonathon. "Shawn was aching to see his father!"

"I'm not the one who refused him that!" Jonathon spat.

"I was just trying to help him!"

He was shaking. He was shaking so violently that he thought that if he didn't do something fast he would explode. Jonathon came at Nicky with an abundance of force which was fueled by a mixture of his overpowering emotions. Anxiety, fear, hopelessness, along with something inside him that felt like fire every time he thought of Shawn. Jonathon called it love. He called it protectiveness. He called it fatherhood.

"Jon!" Shawn exclaimed, his fearful voice made it difficult to ignore him, but not to continue.

"It's okay, Shawn." Jonathon reassured, slamming the other man against a wall.

"Get your hands off me, Turner!" Nicky hissed.

Jonathon had him cornered, his hands clutching the collar of his shirt, almost mimicking Nicky's attack on Jonathon at his apartment exactly. "Do you have a case against me?" Jonathon could hear voices behind him. He knew that attacking a cop at a jail was a bad idea, but he didn't care.

The anger in Nicky's eyes could've killed someone, as he held his glare as he answered him. "No."

Jonathon pressed harder, his teeth gritted. "Will you ever?"

After a long, gruelling glare, Nicky's response was clearly resentful. "No."

Jonathon released him, feeling like a weight, though small, had just been lifted from his shoulders. As he turned his head, he realized that he had attracted an audience. Half a dozen uniform officers stood in a ring surrounding them, surprisingly wearing smiles upon their smug faces.

"Yeah, yeah. This is over, Turner." Nicky sighed, Jonathon realizing that the other cops were thankfully amused by the disturbance.

"This is over? You don't think I'm some kind of..."

Nicky interrupted him. "Shawn and I had a little talk and well...I believe him."

Jonathon shook his head in disbelief. "After all of that."

The crowd dispersed and Alan stepped forward to greet Shawn. He wrapped his arm around him and spoke to him, his voice too soft for Jonathon to hear.

"But I'm not apologizing, Turner." Nicky spoke quietly, as well, his mouth just inches from Jonathon's ear. "Because I wasn't wrong. Shawn was hiding something and I think you ought to know."

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