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Chapter 8:
"A vision about what?" The chief asked.
"I have a location. Their at the old mattress factory just outside of town."
"He called you?"
"Yes."
"That's great, Spencer but you're forgetting one small factor. We don't have the money." Lassiter said. Shawn pulled the envelope out of his back pocket and threw it on the desk. Both Lassiter and Chief Vick stared at it. Chief Vick picked it up and opened it.
"Where'd you get this?" She asked Shawn in Shock. Lassiter took it out of her hands and looked inside.
"It's five thousand dollars! Where'd you get that?"
"That's not important." Shawn said.
"He sold his motorcycle." Gus said. They stared at him in shock.
"You did what?" Lassiter said.
"I sold my motorcycle." Shawn said.
"You sold your motorcycle! You loved that thing." The chief said.
"YES! I sold my motorcycle. Can we get passed that please? Some things just mean a little more to me." Shawn said. He stormed out of the office and walked over to Jules desk. Chief Vick walked over to him. He was leaning against the desk, staring at a picture of Jules and him and Gus after the American Duos case. They were in the workout clothes in the Psych office. They were smiling and happy. Shawn felt a tear run down his face. The chief put a hand on his shoulder. He wiped his eyes dry and turned around.
"Mr. Spencer, we're going to find her."
"But will it be on time?"
"Yes. Of course. We're almost ready." She turned around and walked back into the office. Shawn hung out by Jules desk for a little longer. He turned and went back into the office.
A/N: I know it's short. I also know that Shawn is a little out of character but the story is supposed to be what he would do for love.