The whole ten minute trip was as tense as it was silent. Neither of them could think of anything to say that had not already been said, and they both knew it was not the time to argue. They also knew that this meeting was probably going to be the last. It was do or die, though they would not admit it. The only thing that seemed to break through the awkward silence was the whirring of Juliet's vibrating work phone, the phone she would not answer, which unbeknownst to Shawn only alerted her partner on the other line that something was not right.

Once they arrived at the park, one look confirmed why this was where Andrew chose to meet: the place was desolate. There was not soul in sight. Trying not to think about it too much, Shawn parked the car, and got out. Juliet made to do the same thing, but Shawn stopped her.

"Jules, stay here. He said no cops," he said, and started to leave, before he stopped again. "But if it really looks like it's going south, don't be shy."

Reluctantly, she did what he said, but only because she knew that back-up was on the way. So she watched him go with anxiety building relentlessly inside her, only taking her eyes off of him after he disappeared behind the hill. She managed to keep her restlessness in for a few short minutes, the drumming of her fingers against the gun in her hands the only outward sign it even existed. However, the tenseness of the situation in spite of years of experience was getting to her, and it was making her jumpy. Of course, she herself did not even know how jumpy she really was until Lassiter's royal blue Crown Vic pulled up next to her and she almost pulled out her gun. Thankfully, she stopped herself before she could and instead got out of the car.

"O'Hara! What's going on," her partner barked as soon as he had gotten out of his own car.

"Duffy's on his last resort. Shawn's meeting with his youngest son now."

"Where is he?"

"Over the hill, but we have to be careful. He said no cops."

"Alright, cover me. It looks like we may be able to stay hidden if we go behind those trees," he said, pointing to the foliage at their left. She did as she was told and pulled her weapon before going into the trees. From where they were hidden, they could hear Shawn yelling to their unseen enemy, which considering the circumstances was good news especially when taking into account the overdrive of anger and the absence of pain in his voice.

They were in the middle of planning their next move when the rustling of leaves behind them alerted to them that someone or by the sound of it more than one someone was following them. Guns drawn, they turned around only to be met with the worried filled gazes of Gus and Henry.

"What are you doing here," Juliet admonished in a harsh whisper.

"We heard what happened over Mr. Spencer's police scanner."

"Great. Well, stay close. If things take a wrong turn, we're not going to have time to worry about two unarmed civilians," Lassiter finished.

"Who said we were unarmed," Henry asked, opening his jacket to reveal his old service weapon while Gus showed him the knife that he had no doubt just grabbed from his kitchen counter.

"Alright, but don't do anything unless I tell you to."

Two seconds later the head detective realized that his words of warning had gone in one ear and out the other as both of them nearly rushed toward the clearing stopping just short of being in plain sight. What they found was exactly what they expected: Shawn reasoning with his potential killer who was currently holding a gun to his face. They were yelling at each other, but at first the pair could not hear what they were saying.

As they inched closer, however, their voices became clearer.

"I understand what you're doing Andrew. You don't have a choice, I mean how are you supposed to disregard an order from your father whom you know could kill you for disobeying?"

"He killed my brothers, why should I expect any different?"

"Dude, if there's anyone who understands what it's like to have a Dad who has standards you can't live up to it's me."

"Yeah? Does your Dad threaten to kill you when you don't meet them?"

"Eh," Shawn said jokingly, all the while knowing the full gravity of the situation. "Andrew, listen. I can get you out of here, safe. You haven't done anything yet that can't be forgotten. If you put that gun down, I can get you to the police and they will protect you."

"There's not enough time. He'll find me first."

"Maybe, maybe not. The sooner you work with me, the sooner I can make sure that doesn't happen."

"It's already too late," he told him, his voice tinged with fear.

"What," Shawn started to ask, but stopped when he realized that the question had no purpose as the man who instigated the whole mess stepped out from where he must have been hiding the entire time.

"Hello Shawn. Good job Andrew," he said nodding to his son, who handed him the gun in his shaking hands. "I told you I wanted to meet you face to face. Glad you listened to that. But you didn't listen when I said 'no cops' did you?"

"What are talking about," Shawn said quickly.

"You can come out now, and drop your weapons," the villain called toward the trees where Gus and the group were hiding.

At first, no one made a move from behind the trees, and then, the group progressed slowly through the bushes headed by an ever confident Lassiter and Henry and followed by a more than nervous Gus and Juliet.

"James," Henry asked, once he got a good look at the perp.