It was like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over him. Shawn shuffled as far back into his bed as he could, though the few inches did little difference.

"What, what are you doing here?" Shawn asked.

"Why do you think?" Danny stepped forward.

"I stopped your bomb," Shawn informed the man.

He nodded, "I know, I watched."

Shawn's eye's widened, "You were there?"

Danny trailed his fingers along the bed as he neared Shawn, "I was…..around."

"Well, I hope you got to watch as I ruined your big plans for the city."

Danny nodded, "I did and you will pay."

Shawn's eyes flicked toward the call button, "I think I've paid my dues." He looked back at Danny before the other man noticed.

"Funny," Danny looked up at the window, "I don't think you have."

Shawn seized the moment. With what little energy he had left he reached past Danny, aiming for the call button. Danny saw it out of the corner of his eye, before Shawn managed to press the button Danny gripped Shawn's wrist tightly and yanked it back. His other hand went around Shawn's neck and pushed him into the bed.

"Uh uh….We haven't finished talking yet," Danny hissed.

"What….do you…want?" Shawn asked through clenched teeth.

"I want to watch you suffer," Danny answered, "Problem is, there's a cop outside and I don't have a lot of time…..You ruined everything psychic!" Danny held him tighter and Shawn gasped as Danny took away his air.

"You're….welcome," Shawn croaked.

Danny ripped his hands away and Shawn sucked in a deep gasping breath. "Don't think you need that," Danny grabbed the IV and pulled hard. The needle was ripped from Shawn's hand. Shawn hissed as blood trickled from the wound and fluids trickled from the IV spreading over the floor.

Henry jumped from his seat as the doctor walked toward him. The doctor, in the usual white coat and stethoscope had thinning grey hair and hid his wrinkling eyes behind a pair of think rimmed glasses. The doctor held his hand out and Henry shook it.

"I'm Doctor Price," he introduced himself.

"Henry Spencer. How's my son?" He asked, getting straight down to business.

Price nodded, "Good, good, considering. He has a slight concussion, lucky considering the amount of hits he received to his head. We'll wake him every two hours just to make sure. We strapped up his two broken fingers, he shouldn't have any future problems with them. As for his ribs, two were broken and another two had slight fractures. They are all quite severely bruised, looks like someone took a baseball bat to his chest. They've been wrapped up and he's on pain medication, nothing too strong because of his concussion. He won't be able to do anything strenuous for a while and I suggest he rests for at least three weeks, maybe longer."

"Thanks, doc."

"We'll keep him for a couple of days, just in case."

Henry frowned, "In case of what?"

"We checked for internal injuries but sometimes, we miss things. We just want to make sure. We also want to keep an eye of his concussion-"

"Just in case," Henry guessed.

Price nodded, "Exactly, he's awake if you want to go see him."

"Thanks."

Price nodded and smiled, "You're very welcome, it's room 214."

Henry turned to Lassiter, "So? What's the verdict?" Lassiter asked.

"He's fine," Henry replied.

"Lucky bast-" Lassiter stopped as Henry raised an eyebrow.

"He'll need a lot of rest and recuperation, but he'll be back to himself in no time." Henry explained.

"Shawn Spencer? Rest?"

"I know, I know, he makes the worst patient ever. Won't lay still, tries to push things too fast, always tries to sign himself out AMA . I swear, he could be bleeding out in a trauma room and he'd still say he was fine and try and escape." Lassiter snorted. "And I'm the one that has to try and keep him from doing anything stupid while he recuperates. It's hard enough when he's healthy, try doing it when he's so doped up on medication he thinks his name is Gerald."

"I do not envy you…..so," Lassiter started as he noticed the psychic's father glued to the spot. "You going to go see him?"

"Sure," Henry nodded, "In a minute."

Lassiter's phone began to ring "Ookay." He dug in his jacket pocket for his phone and pressed answer. "Detective Lassiter."

"It's me," Juliet answered.

"O'Hara, how did it go?"

"We have Daniel Jordan's younger brother-"

"What about Jordan?" Lassiter interrupted.

"Nowhere to be found. The entire Airport has been checked but there's no sign of him."

"What did the brother say?"

"Just that he had some unfinished business with a friend."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I don't know, but I have a bad feeling. What if his unfinished business is Shawn?"

"O'Hara, I've been outside the whole time."

"Will you please just check?" She asked.

"Fine," he agreed a moment later. He hung up the phone and turned back to Henry, who still hadn't moved from the spot. Lassiter rolled his eyes. "Come on."

"What?"

"O'Hara, wants me to check on Spencer. Looks like I'm coming with you." The pair began walking toward Shawn's hospital room.

"Don't think you're going to get away," Shawn told him as he pressed his good hand over the wound.

"Oh, I think I will. The police don't know where I am. Adam's waiting for me at the airport, and then we'll be gone."

"You tried to blow up the city. You think the police'll give up once you board a flight out of here? If you think that, then you don't know Detective Lassiter."

Danny raised an eyebrow, "Tell me where he lives, I'll build another bomb."

"Well, as enticing as that sounds I'll have to say…get the hell out of my room!" He shouted.

"Keep your panties on psychic. I'm going. I have a plane to catch," Danny laughed. "Watch your back Psychic," he warned Shawn. Danny turned around opened the door and was instantly greeted by two very angry men, one of them holding a gun.

"You should take your own advice, Danny," Shawn smirked.

A large hand landed on Danny's shoulder, pulled him out of the room and pushed him up against the nearest wall. "You kidnapped and beat my son!" Henry shouted.

"Mr. Spencer," Lassiter warned.

"I'll kill you!"

"Dad!" Henry didn't notice his son ripping the bed covers away, pushing past the pain as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stumbled ungracefully towards his dad. Henry made a fist and pulled it back, ready to punch the man that had taken and beaten up his son. He fist stopped when a weak hand gripped his bicep. Henry looked Shawn, white as a sheet but standing his ground.

"Please, he's not worth it," Shawn told him. A moment later Henry's arm fell and Shawn pulled his hand away. "Take him," he said to Lassiter.

Lassiter took Danny away from Henry, pulling his hands behind his back and cuffing his hands together tightly. "Tight enough for ya?" Lassiter asked before pushing Danny down the hallway.

"Thanks," Shawn spoke.

"Come on, let's get you back to bed," Henry ordered. Shawn took a step forward and stumbled. Henry managed to catch him in time and led him slowly towards the bed. As Shawn lifted himself onto the bed, Henry picked up Shawn's feet and swung them over onto the bed then pulled the covers back over his son. "Nurse!" He shouted.

Shawn winced at the volume "There's a call button, you know."

A nurse appeared a second later "You tore your IV out," she admonished as she began to fix it.

"No," he shook his head, "I didn't."

"He hurt you?" Henry asked as soon as the nurse had left.

Shawn rubbed his neck, "No…no he didn't hurt me."

"Good."

"What happens next?" Shawn asked.

"Well, he'll be charged, the younger brother too probably."

Shawn shook his head, "Adam's mentally slow, there's no way he had any part in all of this."

"Well then, he'll probably end up in some sort of care home."

"Good."

"And you-" Henry began.

"What about me?"

"You'll be here for a couple of days." Shawn opened his mouth to speak but Henry stopped him. "And no earlier!" He said sternly. "Then you'll come back to my place for at least two weeks where I can make sure you're actually resting."

"Okay, but I want pineapple everyday, fresh, none of that tinned crap, and I want a TV in my old bedroom. I don't want to die of boredom. I don't want to go on any fishing trips. I don't even want hear anything about fishing let alone cut up any of your stinky catches and no and I mean no waking me up at god awful hours. I like my sleep."

"How on earth did we manage to live together for seventeen years?"

"Beats me."