As soon as I hung up with Juliet, I drove to the precinct. It was already close to noon, but for once I wasn't thinking about the time.

For once, I wasn't worried about crossing the next item off my To Do list.

I was just thinking about Shawn.

I guess the truth is that I've always known it was my job to keep him alive, ever since we were kids and he decided it would be a good idea to try to parachute off his roof using an old blanket and shoelaces.

I couldn't talk him out of it, of course, but I somehow managed to convince him to wear a helmet.

Ever since then, I had been the only voice of reason he would occasionally listen to, even though most of the time he didn't hear a word I said. But I still had to try. I was the only one keeping him alive.

And now he was gone…

I wasn't there to make him wear his helmet this time.

Juliet was waiting in front of the station when I pulled up. I jumped out, slamming the door behind me as I ran up the steps.

"Gus! What's going on?" she asked as I reached her. "Have you heard from him yet?"

"No," I shook my head, following her back into the station. "His phone's turned off. I can't get a hold of his dad, either. He's probably fishing."

"Is there any chance…?" she started hesitantly, but didn't bother finishing the question.

We both knew it was a stupid question.

"Is there any chance Shawn willingly decided to spend the day fishing with his dad?" I snorted, crossing my arms. "No way, Jules. If he's on a boat right now, it's because he was abducted by pirates."

Juliet's brow furrowed as she nodded in agreement. She slid into her chair, spinning around back to her desk and flipping through some open files.

"I told Lassiter and the Chief about your hunch, but they both said what I knew they'd say. You can't fill out a missing person's report for at least twenty-four hours unless you have some kind of direct evidence a crime has been committed," she sighed, looking back up at me. "But I put an APB out on his bike. The State boys may or may not think it was stolen…if it's anywhere in California, they'll pick it up soon."

I leaned against her desk, nodding stiffly.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Though she never said it, I knew she was thinking the same thing I was.

We couldn't sit there and wait for the State boys to find his bike.

"I have a spare key to his apartment…" I murmured finally, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. "It's in my desk at Psych."

She stood up, already grabbing her jacket off the chair and heading out the door. "Let's check it out."

We were halfway out of the precinct when Buzz spotted her. "Detective O'Hara!" he shouted, waving his arm through the air as he ran up to her.

"What is it, Buzz?" she sighed, pausing.

He didn't respond at first. He looked at me, then at her, hesitating before finally opening his mouth again. "Uh…"

My heart stopped before he uttered another syllable.

I may not have Shawn's fake psychic powers, but I knew what was coming next.

"What, Buzz?" Juliet demanded quietly, though I could tell from the look on her face that she already knew what was coming, too.

Buzz sighed, shaking his head. "The State boys just called," he mumbled, looking down at the floor. "They found Shawn's bike."

"Where?" I asked, cutting in before Juliet could say anything.

Buzz looked back up. "On the side of the highway a few miles out of the city limits…it was abandoned. There was no sign of Shawn."