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A/N: Alright, here's the second chapter. If anybody's got any ideas for some Shawnisms, please let me know.

Chapter 2

Shawn was still chugging the juice when he heard the familiar voice speak the nickname he hadn't heard in years. His eyes snapped open. He stared at the ceiling for a second. He set the juice on the counter and turned around. He stared, wide eyed at the girl standing before him.

"Jacey, hi." Shawn said. She hugged him. "What are you doing here?"

"I believe she's our appointment, Shawn." Gus said. "Hi Jacey. It's nice to see you again."

"Hi Gus." She hugged him too.

"Oh, right." Shawn said. He led the couple to the couch. "Please have a seat."

"This is my fiancé, AJ. AJ, this is Shawn and Gus. My friends from high school."

"Hi."

"So what brings you back to Santa Barbara?" Shawn asked.

"Actually, our two year old was kidnapped. We were hoping you could help find her."

"With all do respect, Jacey, why come to us? Why not go directly to the police department?" Gus asked.

"The police were no help. They won't do anything until she's been missing for 48 hours." AJ said.

"We were hoping you could use your 'gift' to find her." Jacey said.

"Of course we'll help." Shawn said.

"Here's a picture of her." AJ said handing Shawn a picture of the adorably cute two year old. "Her name is Shawna. We are staying at Jacey's parents place. Here's the address and the number. You'll let us know if you find anything?"

"Of course."

"Thanks guys. We really appreciate it." They got up and left. After they left, Gus had a few questions for his best friend.

"When did you date Jacey Micheals?"

"After you dated Lacey Micheals."

"I didn't date Lacey, Shawn. It was Macey."

"Right." Their argument was interrupted by the door closing. Lassiter stood in the door way.

"Don't you two have a case to work on?"

"Of course we do, Lassie. To what do we owe this pleasure?"

"I'm looking for O'hara. You two seen her?"

"No, can't say that we have." Shawn said. "Is she missing?"

"No. She just didn't show up for work this morning." Lassiter said. "If you see her, let me know." He left. One look from Shawn told Gus that it was time to go. They gathered their backpacks and headed out to Gus's car. Their first stop was Shawn's apartment so he could get cleaned up. They walked up the three flights of stairs to Shawn's apartment. When they got to his door, there was a yellow envelope taped to his door. He pulled it off and went inside. He quickly showered and got dressed. He put on his usual jeans and his blue t-shirt. He grabbed his jean jacket.

While Shawn was getting ready, Gus was looking at the envelope that was taped to the door. There was no address on it but Shawn's name was printed in big bold letters. When Shawn came out of his bedroom, Gus slid it across the counter to him.

"I think you should open it, Shawn."

"Why?"

"It was hand delivered. There's no address on it. Your name is hand written." Shawn looked at the envelope. He smiled when he realized Gus was right. He opened it and pulled out a photo. His smile faded and became pale.

"Shawn, what's wrong?" Gus asked concerned.

"It's Jules. It says 'Back off, Spencer, or you wont see blondie again. I will call with more information'." His hazel eyes suddenly looked sad. Gus took the picture out of his best friend's hands. It showed Juliet tied to a chair, in some sort of tank. She was wearing her pajamas. "We need to show this to Lassiter."