Shawn cradled Tyler to his chest as his infant son started to fuss. Rocking him back and forth, with one arm, Shawn fumbled around in the diaper bag with his free hand. A gasp of excitement escaped Shawn's lips as his fingers grasped what he had been digging for. "Oh thank God! I thought I forgot to pack Ty's pacifier." Shawn spoke softly, before realizing he was alone. Shrugging his shoulders, Shawn placed the pacifier in his now wailing son's mouth. "There you go, buddy. Good as new." Shawn smiled at his son.

Upon first inspection most people would claim that Tyler was the spitting of image of Shawn. The hair was an obvious dead giveaway, since it was the same deep brown color that Shawn's was. However, every single time Shawn looked at his son, all he saw was Juliet. Tyler's eyes were an odd color, almost a cross between blue and hazel. Whenever he smiled he lit up the room, which was definitely something he inherited from his mother.

Shawn was roused from his thoughts when the door to the room he was sitting in squeaked when it opened. Shawn's head snapped up, and he smiled as Dr. Middleton walked in.

"Hello, Shawn. How is Tyler today?" She asked as she sat down and pulled out the thin folder holding Tyler's miniscule medical records.

"He's running a little fever. Jules wanted me to bring him by..."

Dr. Middleton held up a hand. "Tyler's at the six month mark, correct?"

Shawn simply nodded his head. "Recently." Shawn watched as Dr. Middleton looked over Tyler's records before standing up. Dr. Middleton stuck a thermometer under Tyler's arm and waited for it to beep.

"It's nearly normal now. Has he been fussing more lately?"

"Yeah, actually." The doctor nodded.

"Can you get him to open his mouth for me, Shawn?"

Shawn smiled, as he withdrew the pacifier from his son's mouth. As soon as the pacifier was removed, Tyler started to wail loudly. Dr. Middleton leaned over Shawn as she grabbed hold of Tyler's face and shined a flashlight into his mouth.

"As I suspected. Tyler's teething. There isn't anything medically I can do. You'll want to get some teething rings from the store, freeze those. They'll help soothe the pain. He might spike a tiny fever again, but unless it's followed with a cough, spitting up, or it gets higher than 101 then I wouldn't worry about it too much. Just keep an eye on him. If any other symptoms present themselves, feel free to bring him back to see me."

Shawn nodded as he held Tyler against his chest before pulling the diaper bag over his shoulder. "Thanks, Dr. Middleton."

The doctor nodded. "Anytime, Shawn."

Shawn walked out of the room and found Gus. "Let's go, buddy."

Gus threw down the magazine he had been flipping through, and stood up. "What did the doctor say?"

"He's teething." Shawn said, as he glanced over his shoulder to ensure that Gus was following him.

"Yeah, babies typically run low grade temperatures when their teething." Gus nodded at Ashley on the way out.

"Did you pick up the receptionist at my baby's pediatrician's office?" Shawn asked, his mouth slightly agape.

"Yes, I did."

Shawn shook his head. "Why does that not surprise me." Shawn smiled softly, as his phone started to ring. "Hold that thought, Gus." Shawn handed off Tyler to Gus as he dug in his pocket for his phone. Looking at the caller id, he smiled. "Hello, my beautiful wife."

"Shawn, we need you to meet us at a crime scene—it's happened again."

Shawn's blood ran cold at the words that he just heard. "Uh—okay. I'll drop Tyler off at the daycare and head straight over..."

"Okay. Alley off of second street."

Shawn nodded even though he knew Juliet couldn't see it. "I'll be there as soon as I can." Without so much as another word, Shawn disconnected the phone call, and stared at Gus.

"Shawn, what's wrong?"

Shaking his head, Shawn took his son back from Gus. "Crime scene. We need to drop off Tyler, first."

Gus simply nodded. Shawn really didn't need to say more, not with the crime scenes that they had been dealing with lately.

Juliet stole herself, as she knelt down next to the body. Clothes were tattered and torn from her body revealing large patches of purple flesh. She had been dumped on her stomach, so Juliet had a perfect view of the back of her head, which was now missing large pieces of hair.

Sighing, Juliet yanked on a pair of gloves and searched the pockets of the woman's clothing. As per the usual, the woman's driver license was located in the right back pocket. Pulling it free, Juliet looked at the image of the woman. Stacy Moore. Stacy was 27, attractive and her image alone seemed to reek of extreme power.

Placing the driver's license in an evidence bag, she zipped it up and handed it off to one of the CSU guys.

"She's 27, Carlton." Juliet knew that Lassiter didn't get overly emotional about any case, but these cases have seen to have an affect on him. As shocking as that was, it made her realize that appearances aren't always what they seem. Carlton Lassiter reeked of heartlessness, and yet the rape and murder of women was starting to really get to him. Just like Juliet, Lassiter had purplish bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. None of them would sleep well until this sick bastard was put behind bars.

"Fits the profile." Lassiter shook his head.

"Lassie, my dear!"

A groan sounded from Lassiter's mouth, as he turned on his heel and sneered at Shawn's bouncing figure. "Spencer, I only put up with you because she," Lassiter paused jerking his thumb over his shoulder to point at Juliet. "Thought it was a good idea to marry you. I will never understand the thought process that brought her to that realization."

Shawn smiled. "I love you too, Lassi-poo!" Shawn smacked the elder detective on the shoulder, before verving around him and heading toward Juliet. "Hey, babe." His voice was soft, as his lips captured hers for a moment. Normally she would chaste him for public displays of affection while on the job. It didn't matter that they were married. While they were at work it was all about being professional. However, the moment that she clocked out for the day-

"Hey, Shawn." Her voice was a mere whisper. "It's bad this time. He's escalating."

Shawn sighed, as he pulled away from her and turned toward the body laying a mere few feet away. Standing close enough to look over the body, Shawn knelt down. His eyes glazed over the body. Tattered clothes, prominent bruising, missing hair. Definitely the same sick, demented guy. Aside from the obvious, Shawn saw nothing that stood out that could have been missed by anyone else.

"I'm not getting anything." He groaned. This guy was getting better, which was a bad thing. They needed him to get sloppier. They needed him to make a mistake. They needed a break.

"I was afraid you'd say that."

Shawn sat in his desk chair, stress ball in one hand, while he bent over his desk eyes skimming the case file. Repetitively, Shawn squeezed the stress ball, before reading the next line. Three cases were stuff into one file folder. Each case seemed to get increasingly more violent. At first it was all tentative. Like he was unsure what to do or how to do it. However, with each new kill he seemed to get more violent. There were no hesitation marks anymore. Everything was precise. Done clearly and with reason.

Though, Shawn was still unable to pin-point that reason. A sigh elicited from his lips as he placed a death grip on the stress ball. Taking the freedom of the office to full advantage, Shawn threw the ball against the furthermost wall. It connected with the wall with a satisfying clunk, before falling to the floor.

"Stupid, useless stress ball." Shawn muttered.

A knock on the door brought Shawn from his thoughts. Lifting his head, he forced a smile for the man that stood before him. His arms were behind him, as his foot made nervous circles in front of him. Shawn could literally feel the nervousness coming off of him.

"Can I help you?" Shawn asked, his voice was cheery, as he stood up from his chair.

"My daughter—she's—" the man stopped to clear his throat. A tear was apparent in his eyes. "She's missing."

Shawn shifted his weight uncomfortably, one foot to the other. "How long has she been missing?"

The man eyed him carefully, "Aren't you a psychic?"

Shawn laughed without mirth. "Yeah. It's just, I have to have information to connect with the spirit world."

The man nodded. "She went missing yesterday. It's so weird, she hadn't been going out alone. Not since she had started to receive these notes."

Shawn made a move toward the man who was now leaning against the furthest wall. "Notes?" His eyebrow quirked slightly.

"Yeah. She was getting these weird notes. At first she just thought someone was playing some kind of joke on her. Until they started to get really weird and slightly threatening. Then she started to take precautions."

Shawn nodded. There was no proof that this man's missing daughter had anything to do with their current case, but somehow it all clicked. If his gut was right, then they might actually have a chance to find this girl alive.

"Sir, can you give me your daughter's name?"

He nodded softly. "Sarah Bancroft. I have a picture if that'll help?"

Shawn smiled softly. "That would be most helpful. I work closely with the police, a picture will help them."

The man handed him a photograph. Shawn nearly gasped out loud. Staring back at him was a young woman of twenty-six. Her long, flowing blond hair stood out in stark contrast with her nearly bronze colored skin.

"If you don't mind me asking, where does your daughter work?"

"The Graft Company. She works just under the CEO."

Shawn nodded. Of course she did.

Juliet grumbled under her breath. Her eyelids drooped close for the fifth time within a half hour. She was in need of food and coffee. Sleep would also be good, but she knew that it was out of the question. Even if their current case wasn't keeping her up, Tyler was. Shawn was ever helpful during late night feedings. The sheer thought put a goofy smile on Juliet's deliriously sleepy face.

"Do I want to know?" Lassiter asked, as he glared over at his partner. Shaking his head, he put up a hand to stop her from talking. "Never mind. I already know that I don't. It involves Spencer-"

"Actually, it has to do with your godson."

This put the slightest smiles on Lassiter's otherwise deadpan face. The slight smile made Juliet happy. It had taken many years, and plenty of help from Juliet, but over the years Carlton Lassiter had slowly started to let down his guard. He had been slightly more friendly at work, and no matter what he might say, he loved Tyler more than anything. Even if he was, the direct spawn of Shawn Spencer, in fact, Lassiter actually argues with Henry over who is going to watch the youngest member of the Spencer clan.

"Yeah, well keep your mind on your work, Spencer." A clear grimace crossed his face when he uttered the word. "I can't do it. It's actually painful. When I say it, I want to duck and cover for fear that your annoying husband will appear out of nowhere because I uttered his name."

Juliet laughed at that. "You mean like Beetlejuice or Bloody Mary?"

Lassiter fixed Juliet with a glower. "No. Those are fictional people, O'H..errr...Spencer. Unfortunately that thing you call a husband is as real as it gets. I think I'd take disgusting and creepy over annoying any day."

Juliet sighed and shook her head. "How about you just call me by my first name. You know, like I do with you?"

Lassiter sighed. "Fine. Juliet it is." A frown was apparent on his face. "I still don't like it."

"Never said you had to." Juliet smiled. "Look, I am drained. I'm gonna head out for my lunch break. Maybe catch lunch with Shawn. Want me to bring you something back?"

Lassiter stared at Juliet like she had grown a second head. "Let Spencer near my food? I think not."

Juliet gave a gentle shake of her head. Standing up, she grabbed her purse before moving around her desk and walking swiftly toward the exit. A tired smile on her face as she made her way out the front door and down the stairs. Her car was nearly in view, and as she reached it she noticed that there was something stuck under one of her windshield wipers. Once she was close enough she realized that it was a piece of paper. Removing it from her windshield, she felt her blood instantly run cold. Gooseflesh appeared on her bare arms, and the hair on the back of her neck stood on it's end. It was just one line. One sentence.

Careful beautiful Juliet. You've jumped inside my cross-hairs.