Hello lovelys! Lassie's Point of View won. By quite a lot too. But I decided to ignore the vote and to do it in Chief's Point of View anyways. I decided literally half an hour into writing this chapter that I wanted it to be in a different Point of View. But there will be a Lassie Point of View chapter coming up, so don't you worry. There is method to my madness.

I'm afraid you might be disappointed in this chapter… because it appears you all think that something is going to happen this chapter, but in fact it won't. You'll see. I tried to make it longer, seeing as I have no idea when I'll next update. Anyways, try to Enjoy!

Reviews are very much appreciated and loved! So please, do review! I like them all, whether they are good, bad, long, short… any! Please do review!

Present Day

Karen Vick POV

Carlton Lassiter was putting on his pouty face, obviously having some sort of problem with the fact that I was behind the wheel. I don't care, though. I'm driving and that's that.

I do feel bad about not letting Juliet on the case. But, it's for the best. We need to follow protocol. We need to keep family and friends out of this case. We are dealing with a very wanted criminal who is now wanted for many murders. One of them could be Shawn's. As much as they may want to be included in this case, they must understand that they simply can't.

"What were you talking about?" Carlton asked me. He was clearly just trying to clear up the tension in the car. Either that or he was trying to get his mind off my driving.

"What do you mean?"

"You said O'Hara was being hormonal…" Am I really the only person who knows? I mean, Buzz told me, so I suppose I was a bit slow as well. But even Juliet stared at me in shock when I had mentioned it. It really seemed like not a single person was expecting it.

"She's pregnant" I explained. I tried to keep my focus on the road in front of me but still, I could notice Carlton's eyes practically popped out of his head.

"She's… with… Shawn?"

"Well, obviously, Detective!" I snapped at him.

"Oh man…" he said and just looked out the window.

It truly was such a sad case. Juliet was pregnant. And now, the father might be dead. Whether or not Juliet would keep the baby, I'm not sure. She doesn't seem like the type of person that would go for an abortion. And even if she did have the baby, she'd have to look into the baby's eyes and realise that the reason those eyes look so familiar is because it belonged to Shawn Spencer. She wouldn't be able to live with that. She would have to give the baby up for adoption. This whole baby thing makes this situation so much more difficult than it should be.

But, then again, why am I being so pessimistic?

Maybe, just maybe, Shawn lives. In which case a baby would be the happiest thing. Maybe the two of them would get married. Maybe they would just decide to have the baby instead. Either way, I'm sure they would have a beautiful baby together.

Assuming, of course, that Shawn lives.

When we arrived at the police department in Los Angeles, we expected a lot more… help. They just quickly showed us their main leads and told us to go follow them. They're main lead was stupid. They had told us about Spencer's theory, to check all of Shawn's previous residencies first. That made sense. But no. The LAPD insist that we should inspect the bank first. Their reasoning? They believe that the suicide of Mr Saunderman was in fact a murder at the hands of Ethan Stuart.

"You are being ridiculous!" Carlton yelled at Detective Charles Baxter. "For one thing, why send both the Santa Barbara Police Department and your crew to the same place?! And second of all, your lead is stupid!"

"Great point" I said sarcastically. They both ignored me.

"Detective Lassiter, I told you before, while in Los Angeles, you will follow the rules of the Los Angeles Police Department, not your own. We have our leads. We are going to follow them. You can either join us, or go home."

"This is just a mistake" I argued. "We should split up. You go to the bank, and Carlton and I will follow our own leads. Why is that so impossible?"

"I want to keep you under my supervision."

"You… what?" Carlton yelled.

"After that stunt your police officer from this morning did, playing tricks with a junior detective, I'm not sure how much I can trust you anymore."

"What trick?" I asked.

"He tricked Gurley into handing over his son's records. It's supposed to be confidential. If that's how you train your police officers to obtain information, then I don't want to leave you in my town alone."

"That was Spencer" Carlton said. "Don't you compare us to him-"

"You must understand, Detective Baxter" I said quickly cutting Carlton off before he made things worst. "This is involving his son. He'd do anything for him. Even break protocol. That's why I had to take him off the case. As for Carlton and I, you can trust us. Trust that we will follow any direction you give us and never break protocol. We are very professional and understand the consequences."

"Yes, and you two are good friends with this Shawn. If you ask me, none of you should be involved in this case. You can't have emotional attachment. It just hinders your ability to do your job. Now we're going to the bank to investigate. If you have a problem with that, you can just get out of here. There will be no more discussion on it. The more time we argue, the less we have to find Stuart."

That was just their problem. They only cared about finding Ethan Stuart. I mean, yes. It's important to catch the criminal, to put him behind bars. To testify against him, to find him guilty and watch as he gets put into jail and earn the punishment he deserved. Yes, that's important. But so is Shawn. Finding him alive. Without any permanent injuries.

"But-"

"Look, we want to find The Hour Killer just as much as you do. He's caused a lot of damage in this city and we want to see him behind bars. Now if we could all just work together, we could find him a lot faster."

"You're wrong" Carlton said, glaring like I had never seen him do before. "I don't want to find The Hour Killer. I don't care about him right now. What I care about is that a very good detective from our department has been taken and could be dead this very second. We could split up and find him faster, but instead we're wasting time at a place that we know will lead us nowhere." Baxter walked up to him and looked him in the eyes.

"This is the problem with Santa Barbara. You're far too attached. Far too distracted you don't even see the obvious. That's how Ethan Stuart was able to get in and out without being noticed. That's what made you all such an easy target. Now if you excuse me, I have a job to do. You are more than welcome to come and watch."

And with that, Baxter left to the bank. What could Carlton and I do other than follow him?

The bank was closed. As it usually is at midnight. But Baxter had a key and so we were easily let in. He wasn't joking before. All Carlton and I were allowed to do was stand there and watch him investigate. Every time we tried, he'd just glare at us for trying to do his job. If we never find Shawn again, it'll be his fault. And I'll never forgive him. If Shawn's in this bank, I will be forever grateful.

"Have you accepted this is a dead end yet?" Carlton asked, staring down at his watch.

"It's not a dead end…" Baxter said, more trying to convince himself rather than Carlton and I. We just rolled our eyes stared back down at our watches. The more time we spent at this dead end the less time we had to actually find Shawn.

RING RING

Carlton pulled out his phone and stared at the screen.

"It's O'Hara" he explained

"Put it on speaker" I ordered.

"O'Hara?" Carlton answered the phone.

'Carlton, we got him. Sort of. The Hour Killer- Ethan Stuart. He's driving a black Nissan with the license plate RE09XBQ. He just left Shawn's old apartment, heading South.' Carlton and I exchanged glances.

"Juliet, that's oddly specific" I said. "Where are you getting this information from?" silence on the other end.

"You're there, aren't you?" Carlton asked. "You're at his old apartment."

'Yes' Juliet answered. I shot a glare at Baxter. We were right. He messed up.

"And Stuart? Where's Stuart?"

'He got away. But you can still catch him. Black Nissan, RE09XBQ.'

"Why the hell didn't you chase after him?"

A very loud hair rising scream on the other end of the phone quickly answered that question. It was clearly Shawn's. For the moment, he was alive. I had to focus on that.

"On it, O'Hara" Carlton hung up his phone and ran towards his car, already calling up people in the LAPD to trace the license plate. I turned to Baxter with more rage than I have felt in a very long time.

"Now, Chief Vick-"

"This is your fault" I said with as much hate and anger as I could manage. "If Shawn ends up dead, it's your fault."

"Vick, your detective broke protocol. She was to remain in Santa Barbara. She had no right to come up to Los Angeles. She is breaking protocol and could be charged-"

"Protocol? To hell with protocol!" I yelled at him. "Shawn Spencer is in a lot of pain and my detective is the only person who can actually save him. If it weren't for her, he could be dead. I'm glad I told her to stay in Santa Barbara. If I had let her come with us, she would be stuck in this dead end as well. She followed her instincts and actually found the killer, something you still have to do. See, that's the difference between Santa Barbara and Los Angeles. If Shawn Spencer dies, it'll be your fault. And I'll see to it that you get fired immediately. Someone as dim-witted and closed minded as you should never have been allowed on the force."

I walked towards Carlton's car, where the detective was already waiting for me. I, of course, am now in the passenger seat. I looked back to see Baxter still staring at me cluelessly.

"Hey, wait!" he called out, finally remembering where he was and what had happened. "Where the hell are you going?!"

"To catch The Hour Killer" I told him calmly. "You are more than welcome to come and watch."