Shawn turned up to work the next morning with a bag slung over his shoulder. Instead of his usual loud and energetic greeting he silently stepped into the room and stood in front of Gus' desk. Gus looked up and frowned at his quiet friend.

"What's up?" He asked, noticing the bag.

"I'm going away for a couple of days."

"What?" Gus stood up, leaning his hands on the desk. "I thought you were feeling better after yesterday?"

"I was," Shawn nodded, "Really."

"What happened?

Shawn dropped the bag onto the floor and dug his hands into his pockets, "I went over to my dad's place last night," He answered.

Gus sighed, "What did he say to you?"

Shawn shook his head, "He didn't see me, he just" Shawn stared at the floor, "…Nick and my Dad were talking and I…." He looked back up at Gus and gave him a weak smile. "I think I just seem some time away, I haven't gone on holiday in a while, might be good," He shrugged.

"A holiday where you can forget Nick King even exists?" Gus guessed.

"Something like that."

"Where are you going?"

"Mom's…She's been begging me to go visit for a while."

Gus nodded. "You want me to come?" He offered.

"Nah, you stay here and hold down the fort."

"Okay," Gus sat back down in his seat.

"But thanks anyway."

Gus smiled, "You're welcome."

"I'll be back on Saturday."

"Call me when you get there?"

"Will do, you know my mom will want to talk to you."

"She's always liked me better."

Shawn smiled, "That's because she doesn't know you like I do."

Gus laughed, glad that he'd got Shawn smiling again, "you keep telling yourself that."

"Okay, well I gotta go, my taxi's waiting outside."

"I'll pick you up from the airport on Saturday," Shawn nodded, "Have a good time," Shawn picked up the pack and slung it over his shoulder.

"You'll miss me," He said as he began to walk to the door.

"Miss you? I'll finally be able to get some work done!" Shawn laughed, "Woah, wait! What about the case?" Gus shouted as Shawn stepped out the door.

"It was the gardener!" Shawn shouted back as he made his way across the road to the waiting taxi.

It was a couple of days later when Henry turned up at the office looking for Shawn. He stood at Gus's desk and watched him work for a second, not realising Henry was there before he cleared his throat. Gus jumped and looked up at the visitor.

"Now I know where Shawn learnt to sneak up on people," Gus said.

"Speaking of," Henry replied, "Shawn's been particularly absent the last few days, came to check he was still alive," Henry looked over at Shawn's vacant desk. "Where is he?"

"Not here," Gus wasn't going to make it easy for the man that had hurt his friend.

"I can't see that, do you know were he is?"

Gus sighed, "On holiday."

"Holiday?"

"Shawn hasn't taken any time off since we started the business, I think he's deserved it don't you?"

"Nice of him to tell me, where did he go?"

"His mom's."

Henry narrowed his eyes, "His mom's?"

"Yes."

"What did I do?" Henry asked with a sigh.

"What?"

"The only time he goes to his mom's is when he's angry with me,"

"That's not-" Gus tried to deny it.

"What did I do Gus?" Henry asked his tone softer.

Gus opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when his phone went. "Hello?" He answered.

"It's me," Shawn replied.

"Hey, how's it going?"

"Is that Shawn?" Henry asked.

"Is that my dad? What's he doing at the office?" Shawn asked on the other end of the line.

Henry held out his hand, "Let me speak to him."

"No Gus, don't do it."

"Hand me the phone Gus," Henry ordered.

"I do not want to speak to him Gus," Gus didn't know what to do, he felt like he was in the middle of a tennis match. "Please," Shawn pleaded.

"Shawn? …Shawn?" Gus started, hoping Henry would buy it. "I can't hear you you're breaking up!"

"Thanks man, I'll phone you later."

"Shawn? You still there?" He hung up the phone, "no reception," Gus explained to Henry.

Henry gave Gus a look that told him he hadn't believed a word. "You going to tell me what his problem is with me?"

"It's between you and him; I'm not going to get in the middle of this," Gus shook his head. Shawn had always tired to get him involved in fights with his dad and Gus hated it.

"When is he back?"

"I'm picking him up from the airport on Saturday."

"Okay, I'll stop by Saturday evening." Henry turned to the exit; he stopped at the last second and turned to Gus. "Gus?"

Gus looked back up, "Yeah?"

"I do want to fix it, whatever's wrong," He said.

Gus nodded, "I know," Henry turned back round and silently left the office.