Shawn backed away as Nick walked towards him.

"What do you want to talk about?" Shawn asked, "Pineapples? I could talk forever about pineapples, is this about the bottom drawer in my old bedroom? You really have to kick it to get it to open or maybe you want some girl advice, now I can't reveal all my secrets but let me tell you, telling them they are spoilt rich liars is not the best way to go," Shawn rambled.

"Shut up," Nick sneered. Shawn's eye flicked towards the phone. "Don't bother trying," Nick said as he watched Shawn.

"What is it you want?"

"Just a talk," Shawn took another step back nut stopped when the back of his legs hit the couch.

"About?"

"What you saw tonight."

Shawn shook his head, "Saw? What do you think I've seen?" He asked innocently.

"Don't play games with me."

"I don't play games, I'm a sore loser," Shawn replied. Shawn cried out when Nick grabbed a fistful of shirt, pulled Shawn forward and then pushed him into the nearest wall. Shawn's head hit the wall with a resonating crack.

"I said, don't play games with me," Nick spoke quietly but Shawn could hear the anger in his voice. Shawn's head spun, he began to fall forward but Nick pushed him back into the wall, his other hand gripped Shawn's chin and lifted it up harshly so their eyes met. "Don't think I didn't see you follow me, I know you were there."

"I didn't-" Shawn mumbled. The hand pushing him into the wall was pushing the air out of him and Shawn struggled to breath.

"I saw you there!" Nick shouted, Shawn winced as the shouting pierced through his skull like knives. "Do not lie to me!"

"What do you want?"

"You tell anyone what you saw, and this is the least I'll do to you," Nick pulled away and Shawn dropped to the floor. Nick moved to the door. "You hear me? Nick called back. "Speak and I'll kill you," He added before stormed out of the apartment.

Shawn heard the door slam shut and he moaned before slipping into unconsciousness.

Shawn shuffled into the office the next morning, two hours late for work, with a pounding headache. A pair of sunglasses kept the bright light from making his headache worse. He dropped into his seat and groaned.

Gus looked up from his desk. "You're late," He said.

"I know Gus," He sighed, "I'm sorry."

Gus frowned at Shawn's haggard appearance, "Everything okay man?"

"Yeah, just didn't get much sleep last night." Shawn lied.

"Okay."

The work on Shawn's desk was ignored as he thought about his dilemma. It was obvious whatever Nick had been doing was illegal. The lump on Shawn's head proved that but if he went to the police who knew what Nick would do to him. But he wasn't going just stand by and watch him take money from criminals. He stood up and moved towards the doorway.

"Woah, where are you going?" Gus asked.

"Out," Shawn answered before disappearing out the door.

"What are you doing here?"

Shawn stared at the ground "I just want to talk," He said quietly.

Henry stared at Shawn in disbelief, "When I wanted to talk you, you hung up the phone on me and didn't speak to me for two weeks."

"Can we please just talk?"

Henry eyed up his son. He wasn't his usually hyper talkative self, the Shawn in front of him was quiet and scarily still. Henry stepped back to let him into the house. "So," Henry stuffed his hands in his pockets, "What do you want to talk about?"

Shawn moved into the kitchen and leant heavily on the table but didn't say anything.

"Shawn, speak before I grow old and die."

Shawn looked up at his father, "Do you, I mean..have you noticed anything…different about Nick?"

"Different? Shawn what are you talking about?"

"Going out late at night, acting shady."

"Shawn," Henry growled. "What are you trying to say?"

"I don't think he's as innocent as he looks Dad."

A light bulb went off in Henry's head, "Oh! I see what this is about,"

Shawn frowned, "You do?"

"You're jealous, you've been jealous ever since he moved in and took down your precious posters."

"That's not-" Shawn shook his head.

"You're so overcome with jealousy that you're trying to ruin his reputation, This is low Shawn, even for you."

"I'm not-"

"I don't want to hear it Shawn, I will not let you do this to a good man just because you can't stand him."

Shawn took a step forward, "You want to know why I went away?" He asked. "The day before I came here to talk to you and found you and him laughing on the porch."

"So?"

"You asked Nick why he couldn't have been your son!" Shawn shouted.

"You heard that?"

"Yes I heard that, and yet I've still come to you for advice. I would never make up a story just t get rid of a guy I didn't like I thought you knew me better than that."

"I don't think I do know you Shawn."

Shawn was taken aback by his father's comment, "Coming here was a mistake" He decided.

"Yeah it was," Henry agreed. Shawn took one last look at his father before striding out the house.