Since that night Lassiter hasn't been able to sleep. He confessed his love and now wasn't able to know if Shawn would make it out alive. His mind was still trying to figure out who the big bad wolf was. He spent hours digging through old case files from when Shawn started working for SBPD and even cases dated only six years ago. It had been a dead-end eventually leading to smashing a fist into Psych-Francisco's wall.

Guster was pissed.

"Lassiter, no need for damaging my property!" Guster all but shouted.

He flushed, staring at the dent." Sorry, Guster, I'll pay for the damages." He slurred.

"You know that's right!" Guster cocked an eyebrow." Are you drunk?" He watched as Carlton tried to keep from stumbling over his own feet. "Lassie…" He changed his tone.

"I'm fine, Guster. Just had a few drinks."

"Shawn told me once that you got so drunk that you gave him your handcuffs."

Carlton shook his head, denying. "I would never give up on lady justice."

"He also told me you would deny it ever happening. Did you know that he wanted to help you solve that case but never wanted to know?"

"No, I did not…"

"He always came to rescue you when things went down. Sure he wasn't a cop or happened to be playing games but when the real stuff came he showed. I never saw Shawn so dedicated when trying to solve the Drimmer…" A light went off in Guster's eye. "Shit."

"What?" Carlton sobered up suddenly.

"I just remembered that John Drimmer's sentence had been lessened."

"You're saying that low-life scum, sucking criminal is back on the streets? The man who thought setting a suicide for me is possible our killer?"

"It would make sense. The last clue is F & L."

Carlton whispered harshly. "Former Lovers."

He hit his head on a nearby side table. "Fuck!" Gus helped Carlton to his feet. "Thanks." He added sheepishly.

"Don't thank me, I'll let Jules and Chief Vick know. You try to sleep off your buzz." Carlton snorted. "It's just a buzz."

"Lassiter, you're in no shape to be conducting an investigation. You're drunk out of your mind. We will handle Drimmer. He's going down." Guster spat dangerously.

Lassiter never heard a threat ever leave Guster's mouth before. Guster is normally docile, wouldn't hurt a fly but when it came to his best friend nothing was going to stop him. He admired Burton Guster for just that.

—XX—XX—

Nighttime didn't make such a difference to the captive, being held against his will. He didn't know whether it was night or daytime, in the darkened room with steel bars around the windows. Time seemed to move anxiously slowly for the captive, staring at walls, holding back his screams, hoping somebody-anybody would find him alive. Knowing his abductor doesn't really help his fate.

Drimmer always wanted redemption for what Carlton and Shawn Spencer had done to him, Shawn knew that well by now.

The next time his Dungeon opened, revealing Drimmer in a sleek black suit, aqua colored colors— which Shawn found to be quite unsettling. Usually abductors wore black-midnight gloves to cover their traces but no not Drimmer. He still never got the man's first name, so he'll just stick to Drimmer for the time being.

"Again, why won't your sick puppy detectives and sidekick leave things alone?!" He spat as the door slammed behind him.

Shawn shakily cleared his throat." Gus isn't a sidekick. In fact he prefers one be called partner over sidekick."

"Shut up." He sneered, glaring his dark murderous eyes at him.

"Why aqua color gloves, dude that was so last season."

Drimmer took a step closer, holding the pistol in his left hand. "What I wear doesn't concern you as much as you think it should."

"Now shall we call them again,while they listen to you bleed out slowly."

He watched as Drimmer dialed the SFPD station's emergency line, bile churning in his stomach, trying to carve its way out of his throat.

"SFPD, Chief Karen Vick."

He shoved Shawn's shoulder against the brick wall, hard causing a whimper of pain to escape him. "Is everything okay? Do you need assistance?"

Drimmer mouthed." Speak!" His nostrils were an ugly red color which Shawn didn't find attractive. How did this man ever get dates? The world would never know the answer.

"Now that you know who I am, you must learn why I did what I did." He read off the paper under his nose, occasional drops of blood sprinkled, raining onto the statement.

"Shawn?"

"I killed those freaks because I find it disgusting… I'm not going to say that." Drimmer pressed a red button, Shawn felt an agonizing jolt of electricity strike his body. "AHHHHHH!"

Karen's calm, collected tone rang." Shawn. We are going to find you, even if it's the last we do. We. Will. Find. You." He noticed her strong pauses, emphasizing that she meant everything.

Drimmer snatched the phone aggressively, his voice thundering over Shawn's agony. "Since the freak can't do it correctly, I'll have to, I guess." The words rumbled off like acid." I killed the freaks for revenge on Shawn Spencer and Carlton Lassiter. I spent years rotting away while they ruined my plans. Former Lovers." He chuckled darkly, staring Shawn down. "I've always thought Spencer was too good for his own good, so I staged a little accident…. I know people like Dolores O'Riordan."

"You son of a bitch!" Shawn cried, rage stroking his eyes. "You set them up! She was your fall-woman."

"Yes, you see Dolores and I met twelve years ago… during Ernesto Chavez, while working with him."

"Lassie was right, you are a sick twist, Drimmer." Then a painful gasp broke." There was a second assailant, it was just never reported, it was you. I can see it as clear as day."

Drimmer scoffed humorlessly." Spare me the freak show, Spencer. You saw nothing! You were just as blinded as Lassiter."

"He didn't think he'd be shot!" Shawn was so livid that not only Drimmer was the killer, he also tried to kill Carlton.

"Aww poor Shawny, you're mad because I hurt your precious Detective." Shawn's hand clenched as much as possibly could in chains. Even though he was the one captured, knowing that Carlton almost died because of Drimmer made him want to kill, murder more than he ever felt with Jerry.

—xxx—

Carlton stared angrily at the paper. It had been three days since Drimmer took Shawn away from his loved ones. His mind couldn't stop replaying the torture Shawn had gone through. As payment for his mistake, Shawn paid the price. Karen informed him that Drimmer had indeed been part of the shoot-out, the same one he spent months recovering from.

Marlowe called to check in, Lily would talk his ear off. He knew his daughter was smart because one day she asked him on the phone why he was sad. As speechless as the question made him, he smiled faintly. He told her that daddy's friend was taken from him. She said softly." Daddy, we will find Uncle Shawn. I know you will."

His mother rang after the news report made national news. Of course, Shawn Spencer was famous after years of deceiving but he didn't care about that. He listened to his mother's message.

"Booker, I heard the news about that Psychic. I know you have said that he didn't matter to you but I've seen the photos on his blog. Anyways…uh, call me back when you get this message."

Another message was from his dear sister. "Carlton, it's me, Lulu! I'm so sorry to hear about Shawn's disappearance. I can't imagine what you must be feeling…. Big brother, I need you to talk to call me. It's been weeks. Marlowe contacted me saying you hollowed out in your hotel room. I know you. Shawn is going to make out alive."

He picked up his phone, a dreadful sigh before holding it to his ear. "I see you got my message."

"I don't know where to start, Lulu! There's no leads, all dead ends. Drimmer is great at covering his tracks."

"I remember when I was documenting you. You taught every little possible detail will be crucial. Carlton, take yourself out of the box."

"Out of what box?"

He heard her sigh." It's an expression. Like putting yourself in their shoes. Imagine that you were in the killer's mind."

Carlton clenched his jaw, bile swirled in his stomach." I don't like that."

"Come on, just try it."

"Where would you keep your captive?"

"In… uh, undisclosed location like an abandoned house, warehouse…"

"That's a good start."

Carlton sat up straight in his desk chair at the hotel he's been staying for the last few days since arriving in San Francisco. "Lulu, crime scenes are something I don't like imagining from another point of view."

"I know, but sometimes to understand the criminal you have to change perspective."

"Where did you get so smart?"

"College and learning from the best."

A small grin pulled at his lips." And who may that be?"

"Shawn." She laughed when he groaned." I'm kidding, it was you."