Gus placed the hot mug of coffee into Henry's hands. He received a small nod of thanks. The pair stood on the steps outside the station looking out onto Santa Barbara.

"It's not great coffee," Gus said, "But it'll hit the spot."

Henry took a sip of the black liquid. "Better than it used to be," he noted.

"Shawn loves the stuff."

"He's got enough energy without him adding caffeine to the mix," Henry snorted. The pair fell into a silence, neither one willing to speak first.

"This is all my fault," Gus finally caved.

Henry frowned and turned to the man, "What makes you say that?"

"I shouted at him," Gus shrugged, taking a sip of his own coffee.

"So did I," Henry reasoned, "If anyone's to blame, it should be me."

He winced as he remember all the bad things he'd said to Shawn, and the look on Shawn face as he had said them. He'd managed to build up a pretty strong tolerance when it came to Shawn, you needed the patience of a saint and Gus was no saint but very occasionally it didn't matter how much patience he had. "Yeah, but you two fight all the time. I think I actually hurt Shawn's feelings, he was running because of me and he got kidnapped because he stopped off at some deserted gas station. That wouldn't have happened if I had just kept my cool," Gus hung his head.

"And then the kidnappers would have kidnapped someone else, someone who isn't as strong as Shawn….look, maybe we're both to blame."

"The kidnappers are to blame," a third voice said sternly. Gus and Henry turned round and met Detective Lassiter. He stepped up to Henry. "We've both seen kidnap victim's families consumed with guilt, don't let it get to you two," he said before stepping back.

"I apologise for my earlier comment," he said, sounding like the chief had ordered him to apologise. "Sometimes when it comes to Spencer I just can't help speaking my mind," he added. He wasn't a man who gave a lot away but just because he wasn't Shawn's number one fan didn't mean he liked the idea of him tied up and bleeding somewhere.

"That's something you two have in common," Henry commented. "Come on Gus." Henry and Gus brushed past Lassiter and re-entered the building.

"You try anything funny and I'll break the other eight fingers," Danny warned as he pressed call. He turned it on hands free and then held it out towards Shawn. Shawn perked up slightly as the phone was answered.

"Burton Guster." Shawn could hear the weariness in his voice and Shawn wondered if Gus had gotten any sleep since his kidnapping.

"Detective Guster," Shawn replied.

"Shawn?"

"Yes detective, it's me."

Gus had only just stepped back into the building as his phone rang. He sighed and searched around in his jacket pocket for the ringing object. He flipped open the phone, pressed answer and placed it against his ear.

"Burton Guster," he answered wearily. He wasn't in the mood for any phone calls, especially if they were work wondering where he was.

"Detective Guster."

Gus frowned, it couldn't be, "Shawn?" Henry's head whipped round as Gus spoke.

"Yes detective, it's me." Detective? Gus wondered, why was Shawn calling him detective? The pair burst into the chief's office and Gus put his phone on hands free for everyone to listen.

"Shawn, how are you doing?"

"Oh fine, a couple of broken fingers, some cracked ribs, nothing to worry about." Henry's heart nearly stopped as Shawn tried to downplay his injuries.

"Where are you?" Gus asked.

"Sorry, can't tell you that."

"Who took you?"

"Can't tell you that either."

"What can you tell us?" Lassiter asked, no one had heard him enter the room.

"That the kidnappers mean business, if they don't get what they want, they will kill me." The group heard a voice in the background telling him to hurry up. "Can you tell my dad something?"

"I'm right here, kiddo," Henry spoke up.

"I don't know when or if…," he stopped speaking and Henry rubbed his eyes, finding it hard to keep himself together, "…Those photos you wanted are on the camera."

Henry frowned, "What photos?"

"What are you doing?" The voice in the background asked.

"Check the camera!" he shouted. They all flinched as they heard Shawn cry out in pain and then the only sound in the room was the dial tone.

"What was he talking about?" Gus asked Henry "What camera?"

Henry shrugged, "I have no idea." He shook his head.

"Wait." Everyone turned to look at Lassiter. "The security camera."

"We checked the camera," Juliet spoke up for the first time, "There was nothing."

"The gas station camera, yes, but not the traffic camera down the road."

"But who knows how many cars went down that road yesterday," Juliet argued.

"It must have been pretty light traffic around the time of the kidnapping; otherwise someone would have seen something. From the gas station camera, we know what time Shawn was kidnapped, all we have to do is see what car passed the camera just after, that'll be our perps." Everyone looked at him in surprise. "What? Is Spencer the only one allowed a good idea?" He asked

Karen stood up from her desk "Well, what are you waiting for?" Lassiter and Juliet nodded and practically ran back to their desks.