Shawn yanked out his phone as he glared at the ground. He quickly punched in Lassiter's cell phone number, as he started to walk back toward the blueberry. His hand was outstretched for the keys. The phone rang on in the background.

"No, Shawn. Not in your state of mind!"

Shawn sneered at Gus. "Give me the damn keys, Gus."

Sighing, Gus tossed Shawn the keys. Yanking the door open, Shawn slid in before starting the car and barely waiting for Gus to slid in beside him before peeling out of the parking lot and speeding off in the opposite direction.

"Shawn! Speed!"

"Gus, shut up for a minute. Please!" Shawn didn't even bother with glancing at Gus. He knew that Gus was upset, and Shawn knew that he'd apologize when he had Juliet back. Groaning, Shawn glanced at the road that was starting to go downhill, before punching redial on his phone.

"Shawn, please watch the road."

Shawn huffed, as his eyes lifted long enough to correct the cars direction around a curve, before shoving the phone to his ear.

"Spencer, this better not be a prank, I've got work to do! Spencer."

"Carlton, shut up!" In the back of his mind, Shawn almost wished he could see Lassiter's face. Shawn had never called him by his first name, and he most certainly never told him to shut up.

"Sp-Spencer-" Lassiter stuttered.

Shawn wanted to laugh, but forced the sound deep inside. "It's Juliet. That bastard has her!"

Lassiter shook his head. "No way, Spencer. Mark—whatever his name is, walked Juliet to her car."

Suddenly it him. The serial crime spree started a week after Mark Hampton started working with Woody. The guy was creepy enough, but with Juliet disappearing with him walking her to her car. "Lassiter. I think Mark is our serial killer. It adds up. The murders started up a week after Mark showed up in town. Obviously something happened that set him off."

"That is not evidence, Spencer. Get back to the station so we can locate my partner."

Shawn nodded his head. "Yeah, alright. I'll prove that Mark's our killer too."

"Sure, Spencer."

Shawn glared at the phone, as he guided the car into another curve. Out of the corner of his eye, Shawn could see Gus clinging to the arm rest. "Don't worry, buddy. We're not dying tonight. I gotta find my wife, and kill the bastard that took her."

Juliet groaned. Her mouth tasted weird and her head felt like it weighed a ton. Her sluggish mind finally linked the symptoms to being drugged with chloroform. Slowly, her eyes opened and she realized that she was in a warehouse. That was all she could figure out from her surroundings. All the windows had been blacked out, and the room itself was fairly bare. Aside from her, a table, and the one thing that sent her skin crawling and made her uncomfortable, a bed.

"Ah, Mrs. Spencer. So lovely of you to join us." Juliet's head jerked, and she saw Mark Hampton grinning at her. She knew that sick freak had given her the major creeps for a reason. In his hand was a head full of hair that was still attached to the flaying body of Sarah Bancroft. "Do you know how hard it was for me to wait to have my way with her?" His eyes narrowed to slits. "That stupid husband of yours was always around, and when he wasn't, then it was Detective Lassiter." Mark spat the name at her like it left the taste of acid in his mouth. "I had to be patient. Do you realize how absolutely ridiculous that is for me? Do you!?"

Juliet cried out. "Why are you doing this? I mean, aside from the fact that your a screwed up, sick freak!?"

Mark laughed mirthlessly. "You'd have to ask my momma about that one, Detective Spencer. She's the truly fucked up one. I have her to thank for all of this. They tried to institutionalize me. Didn't work. I wasn't technically considered dangerous at the time, so I got some unauthorized alone time." Another laugh escaped his lips. "Oopsie. I just walked away from that building, changed my name and dyed my hair. Would you believe I'm a natural blond? Most wouldn't. I guess I'm pretty good at covering it up. Which brings me to the whole fooling the entire SBPD. Good Lord! Y'all are the biggest bunch of morons on the planet. Just flash some fake credentials you're way, and bam."

Juliet blinked her eyes. Her mind was still lagging behind from the chloroform. She tried to connect the dots until finally it all slipped into place. "Wait a second. You're not a recent college graduate?"

Mark sneered cockily at her. "Thank you, captain obvious! Sheesh, I was fearful I'd have to spell it out for you. That chloroform really did a number on you. I was kind of hoping to take you for a ride first—but I want you to be really aware for our first time." Mark winked at her. "I guess you can watch me and Sarah here have some fun. Perhaps it'll be the thing to get your juices flowing."

Juliet growled. "Leave her alone!" She pulled at the pull-ties that held her arms down against the chair. It only caused them to pull tighter against her already reddened skin.

"Now, Juliet-" Mark paused, as he dragged Sarah behind him. Sarah let out an ear piercing scream as Mark yanked harder on her hair. He quickly threw her down on the bed. Using the leather restraints that were connected to the bed, he tied Sarah down, before pressing his lips to her cheek. "Just a little longer, love." He smiled at her for a moment, before standing back up. Turning back toward Juliet, he knelt in front of her. "If you keep pulling at the restraints, my dear—you will only harm yourself. Do you really want to be in pain while we're together? Hmmm?"

Juliet forced herself to look Mark in the eye. "If you touch either one of us, I swear to God."

Mark laughed lightly. "You swear to God, what? You're tied to a damn chair! What are you doing to do? Scream? Go on. We're in the middle of nowhere in Santa Barbara's industrial neighborhood. No one will hear you. Eventually, you'll lose your voice. It's win-win really. I mean, you're hot, obviously, but all the talking is really a turn-off. I mean, however Shawn was able to have sex with you long enough to get you pregnant is beyond me."

Juliet lunged forward before crying out from the pain that it caused her arms. "Don't you mention my husband or our child. You sick fuck!"

"Such a dirty mouth. That, I can work with." He smirked at her before turning back toward Sarah. "Ah. It's time sweetheart." His smile grew larger, as he yanked his shirt over his head. He undid his belt buckle and let his jeans slide to the floor. He quickly yanked his boxers from his body. "It's time for some fun, Sarah."

Shawn glared at the screen. The security footage from the parking garage wasn't even the least bit helpful. The only evidence pointing at Mark Hampton being their serial killer was the fact that he was the last person to see Juliet—and he was currently missing.

"Can't we at least start digging into his past? Look for priors."

Lassiter stared at Shawn for a moment. "Well—I-ahem" Lassiter was at a loss for words. He knew that without crucial evidence that they couldn't officially investigate Mark, especially since he was a member of SBPD. However, that didn't mean they couldn't look into his past. He was wanted in questioning to the disappearance of an SBPD detective, and not just any detective, but his partner.

"Well?" Shawn asked, he sighed.

"Let's do it." Lassiter nodded.

Shawn's mouth bobbed open to say something when a hand clasped down on his shoulder. Shawn nearly jumped out of his own skin and screeched loudly. "Whoa, kid. Slow down. It's just me."

Shawn turned to glare at his father. "Dad? You scared the hell out of me—wait-who is with Tyler?"

Henry pulled up a chair beside Shawn. "Gus is staying with him at your place. He figured that I'd be more useful to you than he would."

Shawn nodded. "I'm fairly certain that it's Mark Hampton, but some people." Shawn made a clicking noise and nodded toward Lassiter. "Are in the nonbeliever type of mood today."

Henry just laughed at Shawn. "Do you have evidence that its Mark?"

Shawn's mouth bobbed for a moment. "Define evidence."

"Something unquestionable."

Shawn pursed his lips. "Well, Mark was the last person with Juliet before she went missing. Plus, you know, he's creepy. He makes Woody look like a freaking saint!"

Henry shook his head. "All circumstantial, Shawn. You know that. How do you know that whoever took Juliet, didn't take Mark as well?"

Shawn placed a finger against his chin and tapped it. "Well let me think about that—wait-I'm getting something here." Shawn smiled ruefully as Lassiter snorted. "Ah! That's right. Last time I checked, Mark is a dude. This whacked out sicko only takes women. Powerful, blond women."

Henry nodded, suddenly all humor was lost from the situation at how dead on the description was to Juliet. "So, what's he doing?" Henry finally asked when the silence became overwhelming.

"He is doing a background search on Mark Hampton. You know, make sure he's a respectable human being and such."

Henry's eyebrow cocked slightly. Lassiter turned toward him slightly, a rueful smile tugged at the edges of his lips. "He is wanted in the connection of an officer's disappearance."

Henry smiled at that. "True enough, detective."

Lassiter nodded his head. He turned back toward the computer screen and frowned at it. "That's weird."

"What is?" Shawn asked as he tried to lean in toward the computer.

"There is no information on Mark Hampton past this year." Lassiter's eyebrow cocked. "I'm fairly certain that's hard enough evidence to warrant further digging."

Everyone else nodded their heads, as Lassiter stood up and walked toward the chief's office.

Juliet felt the tears roll down her cheek. She felt disgusted watching as Mark violated that poor girl. Sarah lay curled up on the bed. Her knees pulled up to her chest as her body shook from the violent sobs that rocked her body. Mark had simply stood up, grinned at Juliet. He had placed his hand on her chin to make her look at him. 'I am awful tired. Sarah here wore me plum out. I'm gonna take a nap. Don't worry, darling. I'll be back for you.' He licked his lips as he pressed his lips against hers. 'Mm hmm. You're lips taste like pineapple. Delicious.' Then he simply disappeared.

There was no way to know how long he had been gone, or how long Sarah had been sobbing, but Juliet knew that she had to do something. For both her and Sarah's sake. "Don't worry, honey. I'll get us out of here."

At that, Sarah rose up. Her knees still pulled up to chest. Her cheeks were a bright shade of red, and Juliet felt horrible. She adverted her eyes as Sarah stood up and pulled on her clothing. "I don't even care anymore. I just kind of hope he kills me soon. I can't take it anymore. He's held me captive for five days. Do you know how I know that? He would tell me when another day would pass. After three days, I just-" She sighed. "I gave up on anyone finding me, whether they were looking or not, I didn't even know. Didn't care. Now—I won't be able to look my father in the eye—forget my boyfriend. I just-" Tears filled her eyes, as she sat back down. "I see no reason to go on."

Juliet's heart clenched tightly. "There is always a reason, Sarah. You're father will be there for you! I know it!"

Sarah glanced up. "Yeah? How's that?"

Juliet glanced down to the ground, before meeting Sarah's eyes again. "Because he sought out my husband to take on your case."

Sarah's eyes narrowed slightly. "Whose you're husband?"

Juliet laughed lightly. "Shawn Spencer, Santa Barbara's first and most premiere psychic."

Sarah eyed her carefully, waiting for Juliet to laugh and claim it to be a joke. When she didn't, Sarah just stared for a minute. "You're being serious?"

Juliet smiled softly. "Yeah. He's great. He's helped the SBPD catch well over 150 criminals. We're very lucky to have him helping us, and your father went to him. He didn't go to the police, he went to a psychic private detective."

Sarah nodded. "Okay. Maybe he'll understand, but Troy won't."

"Forget him then. If Troy can't sympathize with you for what you've been through, then screw him."

Sarah nodded. "Yeah. Maybe-" Sarah stopped mid-sentence as her head whipped toward the stairs. The sound of a door closing caused her to shook visibly.

"Hey, Sarah. Look at me." Sarah forced her head to whip toward Juliet. "He's here for me now."

Sarah choked on a sob. "But he'll make me watch."

"Just—close your eyes. Squeeze them shut and don't open them. Okay?"

Sarah's head nodded. "Okay."

"Mrs. Spencer, it's officially time, and man am I excited!" Mark hopped down the last couple of steps with a cocky smile planted on his face. "God, I have waited to get my hands on you. To kiss those lips-" His sentence cut off as he shudder. "We are going to have fun." He smiled brightly, before turning toward Sarah. "Hello, sweetheart. You have that glow going on that only I can give a woman. Be happy for that." His smiled dropped quickly, as he sneered for a moment. "Who told you to put your clothes back on?" Mark's voice rose slightly. "Whatever. That's easily remedied." He bent down and yanked Sarah up by her hair before slamming her body into the chair on the other side of the bed. He quickly strapped her in. "There we go. No escaping while Juliet and I are making sweet, sweet love."

"Guh." Just hearing the words made Juliet's stomach tumbled uncomfortably to the point that bile rose into her throat. She fought for control over her body.

"Problem?" His eyebrow cocked slightly.

Juliet shook her head. "No."

"Good." He turned around to double check Sarah's restraints before moving onto Juliet. "Now, I am going to remove your restraints. If you're a bad girl—well let's leave it at this. You don't want to see what happens when you're a bad girl. I mean, let's face it. I didn't want to kill those other girls. They just could not behave themselves. Am I going to have to make you behave, Juliet?" Juliet refused to look at him. "Look at me, dammit!" Juliet defiantly held her ground. Mark lifted his arm and slammed his hand against her face. Juliet bit back a cry of pain. "You want to look at me now?" Juliet held her ground. "You stupid, bitch!" Mark left her side for a moment. Juliet could hear him scuffling around behind her. "I call this beauty, the wheel of torture. The fun part? I get to spin it. Oh the excitement. What will it be? Torture—or sex. You're choice." Mark walked back over toward her. Juliet eyed the tiny wheel of horrendous types of torture and then Mark. His hand went for her chin. She moved just in time to bite down on his fingers. A grunt of pain escaped his mouth."Torture it is." Mark said as he turned back toward the wheel as he sucked on his aching fingers.

With his good hand, Mark spun the wheel. Juliet eyed it carefully as Mark started to cackle. "Fun for me!" Mark quickly disappeared again, as Juliet's eyes glared at the wheel. Mark returned as he reached above Juliet's head and pulled down a different set of restraints. He then bent over her right arm and pulled a needle from his back pocket. "Don't worry, love. It'll just make you dizzy and light-headed. So you don't fight back when I hook you up to those." He motioned to the restraints above her head. Juliet tried to fight her current restraints, but it did no good as Mark slipped the needle into her arm and injected the substance into her arm.

The effects of the drug were nearly immediate. Juliet's head was spinning and it made her already uneasy stomach even more so. She watched, almost as if in slow motion, as Mark released her arm restraints, before yanking her up by her arms and slipping them into the handcuffs hanging from the cords above her head. Once Mark was certain they were secure, he let her go and watched her dangle for a moment before slipping something onto his hands. Juliet realized that they were gloves and knew that this was going to hurt. Through the fog she remembered Sarah. "Sarah. Close your eyes. Don't open them until I tell you to!" Juliet couldn't tell through her foggy vision if Sarah listened or not, but Juliet surely hoped that she did.

Mark's arm jerked forward connecting with Juliet's midsection. Juliet fought the urge to throw up as she grunted at the pain that exploded from inside. Her vision was too screwed up for her to anticipate the attacks. Three or four more blows left her breathless and nearly unconscious from the pain. Juliet was fairly certain that a rib or two were broken. Juliet barely remembered being lowered back onto her chair before her body fell limp as she gave into the pain-free sleep that unconsciousness promised.