A/N: I don't really like how short this chapter is, but I'm pretty sure that chapters six and seven will make up for it. Anyway, enjoy, please review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Psych.

Chapter 5

"…think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you!"

"You're an idiot, do you know that?" Carlton heard Kasey say, and he blinked his eyes open to find himself face to face with a very frightened looking Burton Guster.

"You don't have to insult me!" Caleb responded as Carlton tried to get Gus's wandering attention. "I did what you told me to!"

"No, you didn't," Kasey responded, and Carlton heard paper crinkling. "Shawn Spencer is a white guy, Cal; does that guy look white to you?" Finally, Gus's eyes fell on Carlton, who did his best to look calm and confident.

"No," Caleb conceded quietly and Carlton heard the rustle of paper.

"Don't you ever read a newspaper?" Kasey asked.

"No," Caleb replied. "I'm afraid I'll see myself on of the pages."

"Well," Kasey growled, "now the chances of that have gone up, Cal, 'cause you just made it a hell of a lot more important for Mr. Psychic to look for us." Carlton had lost Gus's attention a few minutes ago, but now the other man's eyes returned to Carlton's face. Carlton quickly mouthed the words 'the book' as slowly as he could. He couldn't be sure if Gus understood, but the short nod he received from Gus gave him the hope he needed that Spencer would be able to find them.

.-.-.-.

"C'mon dad, open the door," Shawn muttered to himself as he pounded on his father's door. Finally, it swung open and Shawn's fist came dangerously close to hitting his father. Henry raised an eyebrow and quickly stepped out of his son's reach.

"What do you want, Shawn?" he asked, his annoyance brightening his voice.

"Lassiter is missing," Shawn said, pushing his way into the house. "And you are going to help me find him."

"How am I going to do that?" Henry asked, shutting the door and heading to the kitchen where Shawn had already spread out maps and lab reports on the table. "Shawn-"

"No, dad, no tests; no telling me that it's my case and I have to deal with it," Shawn said, looking his father in the eye. "We're talking about a cop, one of our own, help me find him." Henry studied his son's face, surprised by the earnestness in his eyes, and sighed.

"All right, what are we doing?" he asked, stepping up to the table.

"We're comparing soil to locations," Shawn said, "and comparing locations to the addresses in Lassy's little black book."

"That's going to take awhile, Shawn," Henry said, Shawn shot him a glare.

"So what?" he asked. "As long as we find Lassy."

.-.-.-.

Carlton listened carefully to the voices as they receded, leaving him and Gus alone. He sighed and let his eyes fall closed for a minute before turning his gaze on Gus. The other man looked frightened and Carlton could see the shake in his body as his eyes met Carlton's.

"They're gone," Carlton whispered, Gus only nodded. "Where's Shawn?" he queried, not noticing the use of Spencer's first name. Gus raised an eyebrow, but said nothing about it as he cleared his throat to respond.

"With Henry," he said, "trying to find you." Silence fell for awhile and Carlton watched Gus closely, taking in the rise and fall of the other man's chest as he breathed and the bob of his Adams-apple when he swallowed. Carlton opened his mouth to break the silence, searching for words of encouragement, but was interrupted by a door slamming open.

"All right! Which one of you goes first?" Caleb's voice reached them before he did. He placed a hand on each man's shoulder and looked between them. "How about Lassiter?" he suggested to himself, and he reached behind him for his trusty pipe, a maniacal grin on his face.

"No," a small voice interrupted him mid swing and he lowered his weapon and two sets of eyes turned to Gus. "No."

.-.-.-.

"We've been at this for hours, Shawn; don't you think we should take a break?" Henry asked, getting up from the table. Shawn didn't respond, instead he jumped up, pointing at a page in Lassiter's book that he was studying. Henry sighed and moved behind his son, peering over his shoulder at the address Shawn had gotten so excited about.

"I found him," Shawn said. He looked up at his father and Henry was shocked to see tears in the young man's eyes. "I found him, dad." Henry nodded. He wrapped his arm around his son's shoulders and flipped open his phone to call the chief.

"Good job, Shawn," Henry whispered as he listened to the phone ring.