Yes, this is another chapter. Let me know what you think or don't, either works; but I would prefer if you did. :)

Just a little note here: I know Shawnie would never wish that someone else would die since he's too good for that, but it was actually his grief talking. Hope that cleared things up a bit. :D

Juliet was looking threw the file that was left on her desk. They had gotten numerous reports of theft in the area, so she was looking threw the reports from several different people. She paused when she found pictures that was taken at the scene of the crimes; but in each photo the person always wore a hood over their head just like they knew where the camera was. She wondered if Shawn could help her get an ID on this person, so she picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number for the Psych office.

Somebody picked up on the second ring. "Shawn? That you?" Gus asked on the other line.

She took a deep breath. "No, its me. Where did Shawn go? I could really use his help on this case that I'm currently working on."

He was silent for a moment. "He got in an argument with Mr. Spencer a little bit ago, then took off on his motorcycle. I don't know where he's going, when he'll be back, or anything. He's not even answering his cell phone."

Now she was the one who was silent. "If you ever get in touch with him, can you have him call me?"

"Of course," he answered.

She hung the phone up, then propped her elbows on her desk and rested her forehead in her hands.

After Gus had gotten off the phone with Juliet, he had tried Shawn's cell phone again, but it went straight to voice mail. "Shawn, where are you? Everybody here is worried sick about you. Call me back when you get this." He hung up, then put the phone down on his desk; that was probably the 100th time that he had tried to call.

Henry walked into the office a moment later. "Can you track down a missing person by yourself?" He asked. "Or is that something that you need Shawn's help with?"

Gus glanced at him. "I can track missing people," he answered.

Henry gave a slight nod. "Good, I need you to track Shawn down."

Gus was silent a moment. "You know better than anyone that I'm not going to be able to find him if he doesn't want to be found. That's probably why his phone is turned off."

Henry sighed. "Just try. I want to know where he is."

Gus nodded. "Alright then. I will let you know what I come up with."

Lassiter slammed the receiver down. "O'Hara! We got another robbery by the same nut job." He grabbed his jacket and keys, then headed for the door, trusting her to follow.

Juliet followed him to the car, then got into the passenger seat. "Another robbery," she repeated, shaking her head in annoyance. "All the pictures I have looked at of this guy or girl, they are looking away from the camera with a hood over their head, so it's hard to tell who it is."

Lassiter didn't bother to respond to that, as they drove the short distance to where the crime had taken place at.

A short woman was standing outside a store, glancing around nervously.

Lassiter walked over to the woman. "Did you see who robbed you?" He asked, pulling out a notepad and pen.

The woman shook her head. "I'm afraid not. I did catch a glimpse of him though. He looked about average height maybe, with a hood pulled over his head."

Juliet had paused beside her partner. "He? So you could tell that it was a man?"

The woman shrug. "Could have been a she, but like I said, I couldn't tell."

Gus logged on into the computer, typing something in the address bar. He also wanted to know where his friend had gone, but this would be pointless if Shawn wanted to disappear without a trace and not want them to find him.

Henry had stayed in the office where he was pacing around, waiting for any updates. He pulled out his phone and dialed the familiar number, then put it up to his ear and waited. It didn't go straight to voicemail this time, which meant that it was on. "Come on, kid, pick up." He said softly.

Somebody answered a moment later. "What?"

Henry was silent for a moment. It had taken him a moment to recognize Shawn's voice. "It's me. I was just calling to check up on you. Where are you anyways?" He asked glancing over at Gus who had stopped what he was doing to listen.

Shawn chuckled at that. "Checking up on me, that's funny."

Henry rubbed his forehead. "Shawn, listen to me. I am not the only one who has tried to call you; even Gus tried, and there was probably others that tried to but you had your cell phone turned off."

There was silence on the line that made Henry think that maybe the connection had cut off or something, and he had opened his mouth to say something when Shawn came back on the line. "Well, look, tell everyone that I'm fine. I'm better than fine. Tell them not to worry about me, which goes for you too. I just needed time by myself for a while. Is that too much to ask?" He paused for a breath.

Henry took this time to cut in. "Look, kid. I have actually gone over the past months in my head, trying to figure out some way to help you. So will you please come back to Santa Barbara so I can do that?"

Shawn thought it over in his head for a moment. He did miss his friends, and of course teasing Lassie every chance he got. But then he thought about Abigail, and all the pain just came back. "I.." he broke off, not exactly sure how to answer that.

"Just think about it, alright? My door is always open, and I am sure that Gus feels the same way. I have to go now, I will talk to you later." He pressed end on his cell phone, then glanced back over at Gus.

"How was he?" Gus asked concerned. "Is he coming home?"

Henry sighed. "He said he was fine, but I don't think he really meant it. He has to think about what I said about coming home. Look, we really need to find him."

Shawn just stood there listening to the dial tone after his dad had hung up. He had already thought about going home, but now he wasn't so sure anymore. He slid down the wall until he was sitting in the floor, then pressed end on his cell phone.

It was true that he wanted to talk to Gus and Jules again, and maybe even tease Lassie; maybe also see his dad again. He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

All he really wanted was to forget about these last months and forget about everything.

This is chappie 6, and I really hope you have enjoyed reading it. This story has no clear destination just so y'all know, but I will probably be ending it soon. :) Follow, favorite, review, or all three.

Tall, Out!