Shawn looked up at the man sitting across from him, as he squeezed the stress ball a few extra times. So SickyMcSicko liked to play mind games with his prey before he struck. That was definitely an interesting turn of events. Shawn knew that he had to call into the station with this new information, but first and foremost, he had to figure out a way to fake a vision for this. Something believable. Something—amazing.

"Listen, Mr. Bancroft-"

Mr. Bancroft sighed softly. "Please call me, Trent."

Shawn nodded. He could most definitely understand that, since he too hated being called Mr. Spencer.

"Listen, Trent. I have one last question for you." Trent nodded as he leaned forward slightly. "Do you happen to have any of these notes?"

A sigh resounded. "No. As far as I know, Sarah threw them out. She might have kept the later ones. The ones that where a little more-" Trent trailed off.

"A little more what, Trent?" Shawn's knees started to bounce uncontrollably.

"Creepy."

Shawn nodded. He was definitely expecting something of the sort. The sick freak liked to woo his prey before he attacked, of course his version of wooing would be something weird and totally creepy. Shawn's mouth bobbed open, but the words died on his lips as he cellphone started to ring. The tone that indicated Juliet was calling filled the air, and without his acknowledgment a smile crept onto his lips. Retrieving the phone, he held up a finger to Trent Bancroft, before answering.

"The Amazing, spectacularly handsome Shawn Spencer, how may I help thee?"

Trent Bancroft stared at Shawn in utter disbelief. However, Shawn's goofy smile quickly fell from his lips as his hand balled into a tight fist. Other than the occasional monosyllable yes or uh huh, Shawn remained oddly still and quiet. After five minutes, he spoke a whispered goodbye and hung up the phone.

"I'm sorry, Trent. Something has come up, and the police need my help immediately. I will look into your daughter's disappearance more when I return from the police station. Here is a card with all of my information, if you can think of anything else that would be helpful, let me know."

Trent Bancroft nodded, as he stuffed the card into the front pocket of his jeans and turned around and left. As soon as the front door slammed shut behind him, Shawn grabbed the nearest object he could find, his favorite coffee mug, and slung it full force at the wall. His face was drawn up into an angry sneer.

"You sick son of a bitch!"

Grabbing his phone, he shoved it into his pocket before strapping on his helmet. He was just glad that he had asked Gus to drop him back off at the house to grab his bike, otherwise he would be making one hell of an angry phone call.

Straddling his bike, Shawn started it before taking off full speed toward the station. Speed limits be damned, nothing and no one was going to stand between him and the station. Not right now, not while Juliet needed him.

Juliet knew that Shawn would be angry. From the moment her eyes read the words on the note that sat on her windshield, she knew. However, she slightly underestimated just how angry he would be. Juliet wasn't naïve or stupid, she knew that she shouldn't be anywhere near this case, but she also knew that by backing off that this sick bastard would win. Yet, Shawn seemed to see the need to continually point out just how much she shouldn't be working on this case.

"Do you not think, Juliet!?"

She shrunk backwards at the sheer force of anger that had rolled off his words. Not only had Juliet not seen Shawn this angry, she had most definitely not seen him this angry with her. He had never raised his voice like that at her.

"You act like I went outside and flaunted around, Shawn. It's not like I held up a neon sign that said perfect candidate. I went to my car so I could go eat lunch, Shawn!"

He sighed as his hand ran through his hair. He looked up at her and she gasped at the amount of pain that was apparent in them. "Do you even grasp how afraid I am right now? Everyday that I get home before you—everyday that you're late and forget to call. It takes everything in me, Jules. Every last ounce of control I have to not call your cell and demand to know where you are. This-" He paused as he lifted up the baggy that held the note. "Is a little too close to home. He specifically called you out. You're in danger Jules." Shawn sighed defeatedly as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can't loose you."

It came out in a hushed whisper, but Juliet heard it. Her hand reached out and grabbed a hold of his free one. "Look at me, Shawn." He looked at her through his eyelashes. "I'm not going anywhere, ever. This bastard isn't going to win. Which means that I can't back down. So I am still going to investigate this case, Shawn, but I will come home every night and we will cuddle on the couch and watch movies like we always do. I can't let him win though, Shawn. I won't."

Shawn nodded. "I don't want him to win either, Jules. I have some information." He winked at her, and she smiled.

"Let's head to lunch and we can talk about it. We don't have to meet with Carlton and the chief for an hour." She looped her arm around his. "Not jerk chicken, please."

"Oh, come on, Jules! Jerk chicken is like food of the Gods!"

Juliet laughed, her eyes peeled on the sidewalk in front of her. "I thought pineapple was food of the Gods?" She peered up at him from under her eyelashes.

"No, my dear, beautiful princess. What I said was, pineapple was the fruit of the Gods."

"You're ridiculous, you know that right?"

Shawn gasped loudly. "That was not even remotely nice, Jules. It was very hurtful, I am officially hurt!" He held a hand over his heart.

"Oh, I'm sorry—no wait, I'm not. The truth hurts—that's why it's the truth." She giggled lightly as she yanked them to a stop. "Shawn, let's eat here!"

Shawn glanced up. "Jules! It's a deli. That means it's healthy. Healthy equals yucky!"

Juliet laughed lightly. "It won't kill you."

"It might. Jules, it might." Shawn followed her into the restaurant. "Come on, there is a cafe right down the street, Jules. It's cute, just like the one we met in. Jules, it smells like healthy food in here." Shawn whined loudly.

"Deal. It's about time I get a chance to pick were we eat."

Shawn pouted. "Fine, but healthy food gives me a tummy ache."

Juliet playfully smacked his arm. "Go find us a table while I order."

Shawn sighed, "Fine!" Shawn scoured the restaurant, but every available seat was set in a dark corner. Frowning, he dragged his feet toward the nearest corner and slid into the booth. Dark corner booths brought back memories of their last psychopathic serial killer, who for some reason unbeknownst to Shawn, liked to be referred to as Mr. Yang, when in fact it was a female. Then again, Mr. Yang did have more than one screw loose in her whack-a-doo mind.

Footsteps tapping in rhythm coming toward him, had his head jerking upwards. He smiled as Juliet sat a tray down in front of him. A large leafy green salad sat on Juliet's side, whereas a hearty meatball sub sat on Shawn's side.

"My girl knows what I like."

Juliet smiled. "I wasn't going to make you choke down a salad, Shawn."

"Good. I don't really do salad." Shawn had lifted Juliet's fork and started to poke at the leafy green stuff in front of him. "It's just unnatural, Jules."

Sighing, Juliet slid in the opposite booth. "It's actually very natural, Shawn. Most people eat salads everyday."

"Eck!" Shawn grinned as he picked up his monstrous sandwich and took a huge bite. Meat sauce dripped from his lips and landed on his chin.

"I feel like I'm eating with a toddler. No wait. Tyler has better eating habits than you."

Shawn stared at Juliet for a moment. "That feels like it should hurt, Jules, but it doesn't. This sub is just too good, even your remarks can't bring me down!"

Juliet smiled at Shawn as she took a bite of salad from her fork. "So, this information?"

Shawn nodded, as another large bite came off his sub. "A Trent Bancroft came to visit me today. He explained that his daughter had gone missing-"

"Does she fit the description?" Juliet asked, her eyebrow raised as she chewed through another bite.

"Yes, unfortunately. Poor girl. It appears that Sarah Bancroft is young, blond, and works just under the CEO of a very successful company. It also appears that Mrs. Bancroft also started to receive notes and letters prior to her disappearance-" Shawn's eyes lit up as realization set in. This guy had been following these girls around for a couple of weeks, according to this new information. It also appeared that he slowly escalated from something that could be considered a joke into something much more serious. Yet he seemed to jump right over the slow beginning with Juliet. He wasn't entirely sure if that fact should scare him or make him happy.

"Like mine?" Juliet asked, when Shawn didn't continue.

"Well that's the thing, Jules. This guy seemed to slowly escalate from something not creepy to something that bad dreams are made of. So why did he jump in head first with you?"

Realization lit Juliet's face, as she slowly pushed away the remainder of her salad. "I'm his end game."

Chief Vick slammed her hand on her desk. Steam practically poured from her ears as her face grew redder.

"How does this happen—right in front of a damn police station!?"

Juliet swallowed hard, her eyes darting around the room. Unsure if she was actually supposed to answer the question. Her mouth bobbed open and close a couple of times, before she felt a comforting hand on her arm. Looking over, she saw Shawn smiled at her.

"In all fairness, Chief, no one had any reason to believe that Jules was in danger-"

"Can it, Spencer." Shawn stared at Vick in disbelief. She had never been so gruff with him. Never. It was something he expected from Lassie, who was currently being very angry and stoically silent on Juliet's left hand side.

"All I'm saying-"

The chief waved a hand at Shawn, while her eyes practically begged him to shut up. "I understand that we didn't have any physical evidence to point at Juliet being in danger, but dammit, she fits the description to a tee!"

Lassiter stood up abruptly. "I will watch her back, Chief. Juliet will not be harmed on my watch."

The chief groaned. "And when she leaves to go home? Are you going to follow her to her residence, Detective?"

Lassiter eyed the room before wrinkling his nose. That would mean added time with Shawn Spencer. God knows that the idiot would make it his mission to make any security detail a personal nightmare come true. Sighing defeatedly, Lassiter sank back into his chair. "I am open to better ideas."

The chief sighed as well, before sitting back down at her desk. "Oh believe me, Detective Lassiter. Both, Detective and Mr. Spencer will be getting protective details until this is case is solved-"

Shawn groaned. "Chief! Not cool, I most certainly do not fit the description, and you know as well as I do that serial killers do not change their M.O.'s."

The chief ran a hand over her face. "Usually, Mr. Spencer. They usually don't change their M.O.'s, unless a change is warranted. Perhaps this psycho grabs Detective Spencer and gets the bright idea to grab you too. We can't be too safe here, Mr. Spencer. Not when one of my best detective's life is at stake."

Shawn nodded, his face solemn. "Okay, Chief." Three heads in the office whipped toward Shawn, all three with clueless looks on their faces. "What? I can be agreeable."

Juliet chuckled, even if the situation itself wasn't funny, the words that had just came out of Shawn's mouth were absolutely hilarious. "Since when?"

Shawn sighed before gripping his head, two fingers at his temple. "Oh man! I'm getting something here, Chief. Something big." His leg twitched as he jumped up from his seat. His hand reached out, shaking uncontrollably. Juliet reached out and held his hand for a moment. Groaning, Shawn's eyes rolled back into his head for a moment as he slipped back into his chair. He appeared to have passed out, before his eyes slowly blinked open. "Oh God. That was one of the biggest visions I've had-"

"Get on with it, Spencer." Lassiter's gruff voice barked from the other side of the room.

Shawn slowly sat up, his head in his hands as he relayed the information from his vision to the chief and Lassiter. When he finished, the chief groaned lightly. "So he's escalating—maybe this is a good thing. Perhaps he'll make a mistake-"

Shawn stood up, holding up a hand to stop the chief's rambling. "Chief, let me be blunt. This whole thing with Jules. It feels like an exit strategy."

"You mean—Detective Spencer could be his end game?"

Shawn nodded. "Unfortunately-" Shawn let his sentence trail off. Something that the chief said he finally settled into his brain and lit a light blub. Without so much as another word, Shawn jumped up from his chair as if someone had sat it on fire, and dragged Juliet with him.

"Mr. Spencer!" The chief's voice rang behind him.

Shawn couldn't careless. He was onto something, and if he was right then it was something that could potentially save Juliet's life. Shawn sat down in the chair that he had designed as his own.

"Shawn?" Juliet asked, her eyebrow raised slightly.

"I'm onto something—or at least I think I am. Just sit down and help me."

Juliet nodded for a moment, before sitting down at her desk. "Okay, how can I help you?"

"I need you to do a through search for any women that fit his M.O. That have been admitted into the hospital or seen by a doctor recently. Anything that would fit a brutal abduction and beating—possible rape."

Juliet looked at Shawn strangely. "Care to explain?" Juliet hated that after being in a relationship as long as they had, she still had absolutely no clue how Shawn's brain worked. How he was able to jump to conclusions the way he did. Conclusions that made absolutely no sense whatsoever and almost always turned out to be right.

"I have a feeling that if he's escalating now, that maybe he's escalated before. Perhaps he didn't start off killing his victims or maybe one of them escaped. Right now it's just a theory, but if it turns out to be correct then there could be someone out there who can save your life!"

Juliet nodded, as her fingers started to tap the keyboard. She barely noticed that both Lassiter and Chief Vick had joined them, or that Chief Vick had fixed Shawn with deathly glare. After a couple of minutes her search came back with one hit. A young woman of twenty-two was currently admitted in the hospital with injuries from a brutal attack that involved rape. Juliet entered the patients name into the system and came back with her driver's license picture and gasped. Karen Lake was not only young, but blond. Though from the picture or from the detailed filed police report from three weeks ago, neither of them said what kind of work Ms. Lake did, but Juliet had a feeling in her gut that Ms. Lake was a fairly successful twenty-two year old.

"I think you might have been right, Shawn. I got a hit."