Author's Note: Hey everybody, sorry it's taken me so long to get this chapter up. Thanks for being patient! You guys are awesome!

Shawn had woken up next to plenty of strange women over the course of his lifetime, but never like this. As the world slowly blurred into focus, he began to take stock of his surroundings. His head was throbbing and his hands were bound tightly behind his back, restricting him to the cold chair in which he sat. Sarah and Chuck, if those were in fact their real names, were similarly bound in adjacent seats. "I knew they knew each other!", he thought to himself. Shawn was confused, and the pounding in his head wasn't making things any clearer. If they weren't responsible for this, then who was?

Sarah and Chuck were equally baffled. Both of them had been so focused on assessing whether Shawn was a threat that they had let the "janitor" who had slipped through the rear door of the Bamboo Dragon shortly before Shawn paid the bill go completely unnoticed. Shawn had unwittingly and unintentionally served as a decoy, making the trio prime targets for their assailant.

"Give me the list!" A large, burly man entered the room, slamming the very small door behind him. The sight would have been almost comical to Shawn, had he not been in so much pain.

"What list?" Sarah and Shawn cried simultaneously.

"We have no idea what you're talking about!" exclaimed Chuck. Chuck did, in fact, know exactly what the man was talking about – it was one of the perks of having all of the government's biggest secrets downloaded into your brain. But he couldn't show it, not just yet, and he had used the word 'we', so technically he hadn't been lying.

"I know one of you has it. Hand it over or I'll start using some… more persuasive methods, starting with the pretty one." The large man smiled maniacally as he brandished a small dagger. "Crap, that's my knife", thought Sarah.

"What, why me?" wailed Shawn.

"I meant the girl, idiot. But since you've so kindly volunteered yourself…" the man stepped closer to Shawn. Shawn had a feeling he knew where this was headed, and he didn't like it.

"Look, I know it was a handoff. Girls like her don't go out with guys like you. So one of you three has it and I want to know who…" the man tossed the knife from one hand to the other, "and I want to know now."

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Outside the abandoned warehouse, Colonel John Casey crouched in the bushes, formulating a plan. Only half an hour earlier, he had watched through the window as this Shawn Spencer character had crumpled to the ground, followed quickly by Walker and Bartowski, all before he had even taken a shot. Casey was good, but not that good. It was impossible for Casey to see their assailant from his vantage point at the very tiny window, so he had hurriedly made for the nearest door, but by the time he entered the restaurant the trio was already gone. Outside, Casey had heard the screech of a car speeding out of the parking lot, and he had raced off into the night in hot pursuit. He prayed that the car he had tailed here was in fact the kidnapper's, and judging by where they had taken him, he had a feeling he was right.

"Damn it, Casey. How could you have let them out of your sight, even for an instant?" he chided himself. If he had been inside the restaurant the whole time, this never would have happened. He sighed as he recalled how Chuck had mocked him earlier. "Well, Chuck. I got to chase some 'baddies' tonight, happy now?" Casey had been hoping for some excitement, but not like this – not with his asset's life on the line.

His thoughts were broken by the sound of the cocking of a gun behind him. Casey spun around and raised his own weapon. Well, one of them. Like Agent Walker, Casey always carried a backup weapon. Or four. Casey watched as two figures slid out of the darkness, cornering him against the building.

"Drop your weapon and put your hands up. You are under arrest for the kidnapping of Shawn Spencer. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."