With every fist, foot, elbow, and knee that was aimed at his direction he felt hope trickle out of him. Barely able to hold his head up a fist connected with his face and he felt his already broken, but mending, nose snap. His vision grayed along the edges and he heard the telltale roar that preceded passing out.

"Shawn I will find you, I promise. I will get to you."

The sheer determination in his father's voice gave him so much hope that he would make it out of this ok. Make it out alive, but now...

"Shawny. Time to take another photo."

Not getting the privilege of passing out as he hoped his hair was gripped roughly and pulled. When his head was snapped back to an almost painful angle a picture was taken of him and today's paper. Shawn almost laughed at the headline

'Search Still Continues for Crime Solving Psychic'

Shawn had been here three days without food and very little water. He had no idea who these people were or why they took him all he did know was that each day the beatings got worse and the water was scarcer.

Every time he closed his eyes he would hear his father's voice. He didn't know if it was some cruel trick his very concussed mind was playing on him but somehow it was helping him not give up.

"What do you do when a suspect is chasing you through the woods?"

"How many hats?"

"Come on kid, concentrate."

"You want to be a hero kid?"

"I will get to you."

He tried to hold back the tears but after three days all semblance of control was lost. The quiet tears carved trails down his dirty and blood caked face.

"HEY LOOK! Is Shawny crying for his daddy? Don't you get it. If they were coming for you they would have already found you."

Shawn just sat still and didn't make a sound, he just wasn't ready for another beating so close to his last.

"Not going to talk I see...well I can fix that."

The fist to his gut was expected but not the resounding crack that left him gasping for air and coughing. Blood flew out of his mouth and coated the other man's shirt who just laughed.

"Looks like we are going to need a new hostage soon. Too bad I was just starting to have fun."

Shawn slumped forward again as the man left to go do whatever they did while they weren't beating the crap outta him.

"Shawn. Come here. Come here son. Come here. That's it..."

Shawn remembered how scared he was when he was shot and abducted. He wanted to give up so badly but he knew, he knew, without a doubt that his father was coming for him.

Shawn felt his body shutting down and he just so badly to go to sleep. He was drifting and the pain was leaving when a loud explosion snapped him back to consciousness.

"SBPD! NO BODY MOVE!"

Shawn heard scuffles and people shouting 'CLEAR' as each room was searched.

Come on find me.

The door to the little room slammed open and the sunlight bathed his face. Shawn squinted against the brightness as a figure sprinted toward him.

"Shawn! We need that bus, NOW!"

For a change gentle hands touched him and before he knew it he was laying down on something squishy and warm.

"I got ya son. Just hold on for me."

"D-dad."

His father's concerned features became visible as Henry leaned over him.

"Yeah kid."

"I wanted to give up. But I didn't because you were coming for me."

"I made a promise kid. And I never go back on a promise."

He just knew he was going to die in this little room but knowing his father was coming for him. Just knowing didn't allow him to abandon all hope even when it tried to abandon him. Slowly his eyes drooped shut despite his father's pleas to stay awake.

"How many hats?"

"Come on kid concentrate."

"I will find you Shawn, I promise. I will get to you."