A/N: So, I'm almost done, only a few chapters left.

"Gus, I know where she is," Shawn yelled quickly into the phone, before Gus could even utter a 'hello.' "It was the uncle," Shawn continued, not giving Gus a chance to speak. "Overcome with the grief about losing his only daughter, he snapped and took his niece."

"But the airport has on record that he got on the plane," Gus was about to say, before Shawn gave him an answer to that too.

"The uncle, what was it, John? He did everything short of actually getting on the plane. He was probably just about to, when he broke down and realized that he wanted to be with his family. But when he got back to his brother's house, and saw Cammy, he became delusional and, believing that Cammy was his little Rebecca, he took her. I'm headed to where they're hiding now, but we have to hurry, because they're going to move. He doesn't feel safe keeping Cammy where she is, and they're leaving."

"Where are they hiding?" Gus asked. Through Shawn's explanation he had quickly excused himself from his office and was getting into his car, ready to pick Shawn up.

"There's this old abandoned cabin in the mountains, not too terribly far away. It's a good solid two hour drive though."

"Okay, I'm ready," Gus said, starting his car and starting out of the parking lot, "You're at Psych right? I'll come and get you and we can swing by the police station, and tell them what you know."

"Uh…"

Gus didn't like the sound of that.

"Shawn," Gus said warningly, wary of what his friend might tell him.

"There was no time to lose," Shawn said, his tone implying that he didn't want to have to defend himself.

"Shawn," Gus said again, "where are you right now."

"The highway," Shawn answered after a moment's pause.

"The what!"

"Yeah, I should probably hang up now. I need to get my helmet on."

"You're driving down the highway, on your bike, without a helmet?" Gus demanded angrily. Was his friend really that stupid?

"No," Shawn's voice came from over the phone, "and I have my helmet with me, it's just not on me. I needed to call you first."

"How can you even talk on the phone while riding your bike?"

"Well…it's not easy."

"Shawn—"

"Hang on," Shawn shouted, and for a moment, his voice disappeared and was replaced by the sound on an angry blaring horn.

"Shawn," Gus repeated, this time with worry.

"Sorry, about that," Shawn said, coming back on. "Now listen closely while I give you the instructions to the cabin, you're going to have to be the one to go the police."

Gus didn't like it, but he listened to the instructions that Shawn gave him, committing them to memory and then the moment that his friend had hung up, Gus called the police station.

Once he had hung up on Gus, Shawn quickly pulled over and unhooked his helmet from where it was secured to the bike, and put it on. He was back on the road, not thirty seconds later. Shawn knew that part of his urge to hurry, came from Cammy, and the fact that the pink ribbon was still tied around his wrist, but he couldn't bring himself to take the ribbon off. This little girl was scared and confused. Her uncle had taken her from her home, locked her in some sort of cellar, and kept calling her by the name of her dead cousin. She may not understand what was going on, but Shawn did, and he was determined to help her at all costs. He couldn't explain it, but he felt a connection with this little girl, that was unlike any he had felt since he got his powers.

Despite the fact that Shawn was flying along the highway at speeds that were not safe, he knew that he was at no risk to get hurt. Able to feel what the people in the cars around him were going to do, before they did it, put Shawn at a huge advantage. If he kept this up, he would make the trip to the cabin, in less than two hours. If that was going to be the case, then he hoped that the police would start out soon and also shave off sometime. John Glendale was unstable and would probably do everything in his power, to keep Cammy. Shawn didn't want to have to deal with him alone.

Once Shawn reached the mountains, and had gone up a ways, he turned off onto one of the less traveled roads and, slowing down, started up it. Cammy hadn't been blindfolded when her uncle brought her up here, and she had been awake and alert. And although she wouldn't have been able to tell anyone how to get up to the cabin, Shawn was somehow able to interpret the images that filled his mind.

The further up the mountain that he got, the harder it was for Shawn to control his bike. The trail was just a little too steep and a little too rocky. After pushing the bike up, just a bit further, Shawn finally stopped. He turned the bike off and, taking his helmet off and slipping the keys into his pocket, he wheeled it off the trail, and behind some trees, so that it was just out of view from the road. Then he went back to the road and started walking.

Shawn hadn't been walking for maybe ten minutes, when he heard the distinct rumble of an old pickup truck. Moving quickly, he dove for cover behind some bushes, just off to the side of the road, right before the rusty red truck turned a corner and came into view. Shawn didn't have to look out from the cover of the foliage, and at the driver of the truck, to know that it was John Glendale. And before he could panic too much, that he was late, Shawn was able to feel that Cammy was not with him. Not yet. He was probably off to buy some supplies for the long trip ahead. Once the sound of the truck had died away and the atmosphere no longer reeked of psychopath, Shawn jumped back up onto the trail and sprinted up it. Cammy was just around the corner, he knew it.

The cabin was old. If Shawn didn't know any better, he would have thought that no one had been in it, for nearly ten years. But he did know different. He knew that Cammy was in it. He could feel her so strongly in fact, that he took the ribbon off and slipped it into his pocket.

Slowly, Shawn crept up to the house. He knew that no one else was in the house, but old habits die hard, and he was having a hard time shaking the feeling that he was in huge danger.

Shawn didn't bother to go to the front door and look through the house, instead, he went around to the back, and found the old trapdoor that led down to the old cellar. The wooden door, itself, was molded and rotting, it looked like it would break if Shawn so much as stood on it, unfortunately it was wrapped with a heavy chain and a new lock. If Shawn stood on the door, it would break, and he'd be caught in a metal web.

It looked like he'd have to get to Cammy the other way.

Hurrying back to the front of the house, Shawn tried the front door. It was locked.

"Of course," Shawn half-sighed, half-growled.

He wasn't going to let a locked door stop him though, moving around to the back of the cabin, Shawn found a window and broke it. It was no time for decorum, and it's not like anyone actually lived in the cabin anymore. Careful not cut himself, Shawn slipped into the house with easy. Then, still keeping quiet, he went through the kitchen and into the living room, where he felt Cammy's presence the most. Knowing that she wasn't in the living room, but in the cellar, Shawn quickly found the door that led down to it. Of course it was also locked.

Shawn quickly searched the room, only to find that he couldn't find the keys. The uncle must have taken them. Thinking, Shawn tried to remember if he had seen anything that he could use to pick the lock. He couldn't, but in the process he remembered that he did have his wallet with him, and he could use one of his cards to jimmy the lock.

Taking his wallet out of his pocket, Shawn opened it, and looked inside at the various cards he had. He ended up grabbing his library card. He had gotten it a few years prior, because the librarian had been hot, and he had hoped that he could use it to check out books that would impress her, and get her to go out with him. All he had ended up getting though, was a black-eye from her angry husband (how was he supposed to have known, she wasn't wearing her ring) and over fifty dollars in overdue fines.

With practiced ease, Shawn jimmied the lock and had the door open in less than a minute. Looking down into the room, Shawn found that he couldn't even see to the bottom of the staircase. Before he went down, he checked the wall outside, and just inside the room, for a light switch. Nothing.

Opening the door a bit more, so that as much light as possible could get in, Shawn headed down the stairs, cautiously testing each step, before he put his full weight on it. So far the stairs were strong though. It would appear that, despite neglect, he cabin was still in good condition. The outside cellar door, must have been in the condition that it was in, because it was outside, weathering the elements.

The moment that Shawn reached the bottom of the stairs, a light suddenly flicked on, illuminating the room.

A/N: Dun, dun, dun. Hey, cyber pineapple to all those who review. ;D