Henry sat up straight in the very uncomfortable waiting room chair. His arms lay on the hard wooden arm rests and his feet lay flat on the generic linoleum floor. The fingers on his right hand tapped a random pattern into the arm rest and his eyes stared at the clock on the wall, which he knew was ten minutes behind. Nurses in salmon colored scrubs and patients attached to IV pole moved around him, but he didn't see any of them.

Juliet stood up, her arms crossed tightly in front of her. She switched her weight over from one foot to the other constantly as she watched the TV on mute. The news scrolled across the bottom of the screen as a blonde mouthed the headlines. Occasionally her eyes flitted across the room to the older man, sitting up straight in the uncomfortable waiting room chair.

Lassiter leaned against the wall, his right hand dug into his pants pocket. He stood by the window, watching the world outside, even though it was too dark to see anything. He didn't want to be here, he hated hospitals. Nurses gave him funny looks. Not to mention the smell of disinfectant, which he had hated ever since he cut himself badly playing cops and robbers with a friend when he was a child. He played the cop, of course. He could be out doing other more important things, cop things, but no. The chief had asked him to stay in case Spencer had anything more to tell them.

Henry's and Lassiter's heads whipped round at the sound of cell phone shrilling. Juliet pulled the offending object from her pocket and sent an apologetic look to the disapproving stare of the on duty nurse.

"O'Hara," she answered.

"O'Hara," the Chief's voice replied, "We've got a hit on the white van. A security camera at SB airport caught it driving into the short-term parking lot. I want you over there now."

"What about Lassiter?"

"I want him to stay there. Shawn Spencer still has vital information on his kidnappers. He's also still in danger while the kidnappers are at large."

Juliet nodded, "Understood." She flipped the phone shut and slipped it back in her pocket.

"That the chief?" Lassiter asked.

Juliet nodded, "They found the van. The Chief wants me over there"

Lassiter frowned, "Just you?"

"She still wants you to stay here."

Lassiter rolled his eyes. "Fun," he said sarcastically.

Juliet made her way across the small waiting room to where Lassiter was standing. He handed over the car keys. "Keep me informed will you?" She asked.

Lassiter hesitated for a second before nodding, "You too."

Juliet made her way through the large parking lot and slid into the red police car. It didn't take her long to make her way to the airport. Two uniformed police officers and four airport security personnel waited at the entrance to the parking lot.

"Okay," she pulled the gun from her waist. "You two go around that way," she nodded to the uniforms, "We'll go round the front and surround the van." Everyone confirmed her orders with a nod and the group separated and moved towards the white van, with Juliet in the lead.

They reached the van and Juliet nodded to her backup. Two stood either side of Juliet, holding their guns up ready while the other two moved to the van doors. They each took hold of a door handle and when Juliet nodded again, the pair yanked the doors open.

Sitting cross legged in the back of the van was a young man. A large drawing pad sat on his lap and he whistled to himself as he drew. He didn't notice the sudden audience or the sudden burst of daylight that filled the van.

"Hey," Juliet put her gun away and stepped towards the van. The man stopped drawing and looked up at her. "You must be Daniel's brother," she guessed.

"Danny," he replied, "He likes to be called Danny."

"Okay," she nodded, "What do you like to be called?"

"My name," Adam answered, "Adam."

"Okay Adam. Do you think you can get out of the van for me?"

"Why?"

"I need you to come with me."

"Where?"

"The police station," she answered.

"I don't know you. Danny always told me not to go anywhere with anyone I didn't know."

"That's okay, Adam," Juliet pulled her badge from her belt and showed it to the man, "I'm a police officer. It's okay to come with me."

Adam thought about it for a minute, "Can I bring my drawings?"

Juliet smiled, "Of course you can." Adam scrambled out of the van and Juliet helped him stand up straight as his feet touched the ground. He reached back in and grabbed his art pad. "Adam?"

"Yes?"

"Where's your brother?"

Adam shrugged, "I don't know…He told me to sit and wait for him. We were going to go on holiday!" He said excitedly.

"He didn't say anything about where he was going?"

Adam shook his head, "Said he was going to see a friend."

"A friend?"

"Said he hadn't said goodbye."

"To who?" Adam shrugged again. Juliet turned to the nearest police officer and frowned. She handed Adam over to the uniforms. "Take him to the station," she ordered, as she watched them take away the bomber's brother.

"You don't think?" She thought out loud. "I better phone Carlton just in case," she pulled her phone out.

Shawn's eye's fluttered open and instantly focused on a figure standing by the door.

"Hi Psychic," Danny greeted.