Hello everyone! :D I don't really know which direction this chapter will take the story, so please just bare with me on this, alright? Now, time to get started.

It had been six months since the man was arrested, six long hard months. Shawn and Gus had both been released from the hospital after a five day hospital stay. Henry went back to being an 'old grouchy retired detective', which was Shawn's words to describe him. Juliet had taken off a week for vacation, but she returned that next Wednesday, ready to get back to work. Lassiter stayed his old 'grouchy' self, again Shawn's words.

Shawn was sitting at his desk in the Psych office, tapping the end of the pen against the desk. He was staring off into space, something he kept doing since what's his name was arrested, he had actually never knew the man's name, but he was alright with not knowing it. He glanced at his watch, then went back to tapping the pen. He always found himself worrying whenever Gus was late getting here.

He thought about Abigail, and the look on her face when Frank changed his mind about letting her go and shot her. He hadn't really grieved for her which sounded bad, but that was the truth. He slowly got to his feet, then paced around the office.

He could feel the anger at Frank, along with the grief for Abigail, both threatened to surface at the same time. He took a deep breath, hoping that would help him to calm down. He paused from pacing, to prop up against his desk. He rested his hand on the back of his neck. "I'm so sorry, Abs." He whispered softly. Frank was still alive when Abigail wasn't. He clenched his hand into a fist, then hit it against his desk. That wasn't right; Frank should have died too!

He raked everything off the top of his desk, which included the phone; then sunk down until he was sitting on the floor.

Gus had finished his work at the pharmaceutical company he worked at, then turned the wheels of the Echo towards the Psych office. He pulled out his phone to call that he was running a little bit late, but he got no answer; which was weird because Shawn always answered the company phone. He decided to try his cell phone, then put it back to his ear and listened to the dial tone until he got the voicemail.

He hung the phone up, then sighed. That was awkward. Why wouldn't Shawn answer either phone? He pulled out his phone to call another number. "Come on, come on, pick up." He said, but was relieved when the person he called picked up. "Please tell me that Shawn is with you."

"No, why?" The voice, belonging to Henry, spoke up. "Is everything alright?"

"I don't know," Gus answered. "He's not answering the office phone or his cell phone."

There was a long pause at the other end of the call. "I will swing by and check on him; when will you get here?"

Gus pressed lightly on the breaks when the light changed to yellow, then to red. "I will be there in a few moments."

Henry was silent again. "Okay then."

Shawn was still sitting in the floor, he had crawled backwards a little bit ago until his back was up against the wall. He was staring at the wall on the other side of the room, resting his head on the wall behind him. He didn't hear the door swing open, or the worried call from his dad.

Henry hurried in, quickly spotting Shawn sitting against the wall. This place was a mess, what had happened? He hurried over and knelt down beside his son. "Shawn? You okay? What happened here?" He asked. But he wasn't sure if Shawn had even heard him or not. "Kid?" He asked, lightly shaking him.

Shawn pushed him away. He was glancing at him, but didn't really register who he was. In his mind, he was back at the cabin, trying to save Abigail. He pushed him again.

"Shawn! Snap out of it!" Henry said, raising his voice slightly. "Kid, look at me." He lightly shook his shoulders. "Look at me," he repeated more sternly. "It's me. Your safe."

Shawn glanced at him, his eyes looked a bit more focused now than when Henry had first walked in.

"You alright now?" Henry asked to which he just nodded.

Then the door opened, and Gus hurried in. "Shawn?! You alright?" He asked, glancing around at the mess.

Shawn smirked seeing the worried expression on his friend's face. "I'm fine, buddy." He spoke up.

Henry got to his feet, then gave Shawn a hand getting up too. "I'll see if your mom can come down to talk to you about the last six months," he said. "It's non negotiable." He spoke up when he saw Shawn about to protest. He glanced over at Gus who was still looking at the mess, then glanced back at Shawn. "You're sure your alright, right?"

Shawn nodded. "I'm sure. You can go home now. And you can call mom and tell her how I am slowly falling apart because of what happened six months ago. And now I need psychological evaluation because I can't handle this stress on my own anymore!" He had started off speaking normally, but then he had raised his voice an octave before he had finished speaking.

Henry glanced at him for a moment. "Look, nobody thinks that. I just think it may help you a little bit."

Shawn took a deep breath, then raised his arms in surrender. "Sorry," he apologized, slowly backing away. "Sorry," he repeated, then headed for the door. He grabbed his helmet and pulled the keys out of his pocket, then walked out of the office.

Henry hurried out after him, with Gus right behind. "Shawn!" He called, but the sound of the motorcycle speeding off told him that he followed him out too late.

Sorry that Jules and Lassie weren't in this chappie, but I wasn't really sure where to fit them in at, I will try to include them in the next chapter. This will be the last one for tonight, hopefully I made up for lost time. Toodles!

Tall, Out!