I would like to start by thanking the person who reviewed chappie 1! So thank you. And I hope more reviews from you and the other readers are to follow. Welp, on to chappie 3 now!

Note: Sorry it took a while to update, had computer problems.

Juliet was finally was able to sit up, her back propped up against the wall. She glanced around the warehouse, forgetting for a moment why she was even there but then it dawned on her. "Where's Shawn at?"

Gus glanced around, sudden realization that he had no idea where his friend was hit him. He exchanged a glance with Henry, then back down at Juliet. "I don't know, but we will find him," he promised, then stood up from the floor. "We will be right back; you two just stay here." He walked off, with Henry following after him.

"O'Hara?" Lassiter asked, sliding closer to her. "You okay?"

Juliet glanced at him. "Carlton!" She quickly reached over and pulled him into a hug. "I am so glad you're okay! I was beginning to think that we would never see each other again!"

"Everything is fine now, partner." He whispered, hugging her back.

Shawn tried to pull the guy's hands away from his throat with no luck, then tried to knock him off. When nothing worked he thought about just giving up and let this man kill him.

He was fighting to stay conscious when the man's weight was finally lifted from him which caused him to break into a fit of coughing.

"Shawn?" He recognized the voice of his best friend and partner Gus, who crouched beside him. "Shawn?" He asked again. He hit his back to try to help him to stop coughing.

Juliet had joined them a moment later and crouched down beside them, while Lassiter had gone to help Henry. "Shawn, we are all right here now," she said softly. She was relieved when he had finally stopped coughing. "Can you talk to us now and let us know you're alright?"

"I.." Shawn started. "I'm alright," he spoke up softly, then closed his eyes to rest.

Henry pushed the man into the wall as hard as he could. "Take that! You deserve all the jail time you are going to get for everything you put my son and these detectives through!"

Lassiter had found his handcuffs and walked over to join them. "I'll take it from here, Spencer." He roughly jerked the man's arms behind his back, then cuffed him. He pulled the mask off the man. "You are Frank Jameson. Your the most wanted suspect on the list of wanted suspects."

Frank struggled, trying to get out of the detective's grasp; with no such luck.

It wasn't long before other police cars and an ambulance pulled up to the scene. The cops all searched around the cabin for Frank's accomplice, but they didn't see him or her anywhere, and the woman's wallet that Lassiter had found earlier was also nowhere to be found.

Chief Vick had hurried into the warehouse to make sure her detectives were okay, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found out they were. The cabin was clear of anyone, as was the warehouse. So this thing wasn't over just yet. It was probably far from over from the way things were starting to look.

It had been a few hours after Frank had gotten arrested and everybody- mostly Juliet, Lassiter and Shawn- got checked out by a doctor to make sure they were okay.

The phones at the station was starting to ring off the hook as people were calling in anonymous tips about some mysterious person somewhere which was always checked out but came up as a dead end each time.

Juliet was sitting at her desk, flipping threw a file of one of Frank's partners. His name was Mathison, Ryan Mathison. And he had a whole list of things that he was wanted for included violence and murder; not to mention for illegal substances. She studied the list, then put it back in the file.

At least she didn't have to worry about Shawn at the moment, because Henry and Gus had stayed with him at his apartment to make sure he got some rest. And her partner was checking out the most recent tip that some one had called in. She just couldn't wait until this day was finally over so that she could go home and rest. But there was still a lot of work to do here before she could call it a day.

"You need to rest kid," Henry said, sitting on the couch beside him. "Today was a long day, and you hardly slept at all yesterday."

Shawn didn't even glance at him, he grabbed one of the cushions that was on the couch, and held it as close to him as he could. He hadn't realized how sleepy he was until now.

Gus joined them a moment later, then wrapped an arm around his friend's shoulder. "You need to sleep, I don't think the chief will hire us when the head psychic is half asleep and can hardly keep his eyes open."

Shawn didn't bother to respond to that, he closed his eyes, resting his head on the couch. But it didn't take him long to fall asleep.

"I will be right back," Henry said, then stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Gus stayed beside Shawn, almost jumping when his phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket to answer. "Burton Guster," he answered.

"Gus," Juliet's voice came on the line. "How's Shawn doing?"

Gus stood up, then walked a little away from his friend as to not disturb him. "He's resting now, Jules. Me and Mr. Spencer finally got him to go to sleep."

Juliet breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. Just whatever you do, don't leave him alone; at least not yet. We still haven't found this guy yet, whose name we found out was Ryan Mathison. He was one of Frank's drug partners and we have reason to believe he's back in the area."

Gus took a deep breath. "I promise that we are not going anywhere any time soon." He hung up a moment after that, then went back to his place beside Shawn.

Henry came back out a moment later with a cup of coffee in his hand, then went back to sit down on Shawn's other side.

Lassiter came back to the station in a mood since the last tip had turned out to be from an unreliable source. "I should start arresting people for prank calling the police," he mumbled going back to sit at his desk.

Juliet rolled her eyes. "Maybe they are not prank calling us, maybe they really do see some suspicious activity but by the time we get there, this person is gone." She suggested.

Lassiter just shrug half heartedly, deciding not to respond to that with words.

It was the next day. They had gone back to the cabin and the warehouse, and had found a body at the site who was in the woods. It was a woman in her late 20s who was missing her wallet so they didn't have a clear ID on who she was, but Lassiter figured this was probably the woman whose wallet he had found a few days prior, named Callie Green.

After an autopsy was done confirming the identity of the woman, they found out that their had been a struggle which ultimately resulted in her timely death.

So they now had a murder on their hands, and needed to inform this girl's parents of her tragic death, which didn't go over so well. The mother had broke down right before they got the words out, and the father seemed ready to kill someone to make them pay for his daughter's death.

Juliet was glad when the worse part was over, then glanced around the station. She wondered briefly why Shawn wasn't here to annoy Carlton which was something that he always had fun doing. Not even Gus was here, or Mr. Spencer which was weird.

She pulled out her phone and dialed Shawn's number then waited for him to answer. Somebody answered but it wasn't the one she was calling. "Burton Guster speaking," he answered.

"Gus? Why are you answering Shawn's phone?" She asked, shifting the phone to her other ear.

Gus was silent for a moment which for some reason made her nervous to know the answer. "Because, Shawn's still resting," he answered as if it was obvious. "He had been awake for nearly 48 hours anyways."

Juliet breathed a sigh of relief. "I decided to just check on you guys since you haven't been here today, and Shawn has fun annoying Carlton, so I decided to check up to make sure everything was alright. And now since things are fine, I will let you go." She hung up the phone after that, then slid it back into her pocket.

Gus glanced out the window. Ryan Mathison. What about that name sounded familiar to him? He glanced over his shoulder to where Shawn was still sleeping at, then back out the window.

Henry walked back into the house holding a bag of groceries in his hand, then went into the kitchen to put them in their right place. He came back to join Gus by the window a moment later.

"How's Shawn this morning?" He asked.

Gus shrug. "I don't know. He's been asleep since you left yesterday," he answered.

Henry nodded at this information, then glanced out the window.

A dark sedan was driving by slowly, then there was a loud bang and the window shattered, which caused both Gus and Henry to duck out of the way.

Gus waited a moment before he moved again, then glanced at the now shattered window. "What the...? Are they shooting at us?"

Henry raised up, then glanced out. "Well, they couldn't have known that we were here... which means, they were probably shooting at Shawn and hoping to finish the job that Frank had failed to do."

Gus glanced over towards the couch, noticing that Shawn had sat up, and was glancing around. He shakenly stood up, then walked over to sit beside his friend on the couch. "Calm down, everything is fine. No one was hurt."

Shawn glanced at him after a few moments, his eyes wide. "For now. Everything is fine, for now."

Henry walked over and sat down on his other side. "Answer me this, kid. Why is this guy trying to kill you? After all, that was Frank that you and Abigail had spoken to, right? Not Ryan."

Shawn thought about it, trying to think back to when Abigail was shot.

Henry sighed impatiently. "Focus, Shawn. We need to know everything that happened."

Shawn put his fingers to his head and closed his eyes, trying to concentrate. "Because I was a threat," he said softly, keeping his eyes closed. "His partner had already killed Abigail, so he knew that I could tell the police everything about his involvement.."

Henry exchanged a glance with Gus. "I'll go help the police catch this guy," he glanced sternly at Shawn. "And you stay here with Gus, and I don't want to see you anywhere near the police station, do I make myself clear?" He stood up without waiting for an answer, then walked out of the apartment.

I was finally able to get this chapter done and I tried to make it extra long for you guys. :) I dedicate this chapter to my reviewer and friend, Swirlspot. Please review, follow, favorite, or all three. Toodles!

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