Shawn couldn't believe it. Lassiter had practically made the chief kick him out of the station. After the chief threatened him with definite suspension and a possible overnight stay in a holding cell, Shawn was pulled from the station by his father. As if that wasn't bad enough, Henry had gotten the idea in his head that he was staying with Shawn and Tyler tonight. Like that was what Shawn needed. His dad to watch his every move.

How in the world was he supposed to secretly work the case, with the folder of files that had accidentally made copies of, with Henry staring at him. As if that lasted very long, before Henry started to suggest that Shawn go to bed and get some sleep. That had been an hour ago, and Shawn was still sitting in his recliner, arms folded over his chest. A sheer look of defiance on his face. Henry's mouth bobbed open again.

"No." Shawn shook his head back and forth.

"Listen, Shawn. That baby in there needs his father and you need sleep-"

Shawn held up his hand. "Like that would be possible. Yeah, let me just curl up in my shared bed by myself, while my wife is god knows where. No, dad. I won't sleep and you can't make me."

Henry huffed, his arms hefting across his chest. "I can be stubborn too, Shawn."

Shawn just glared at his father. "I didn't ask you to stay."

Henry smiled ruefully, and it unnerved Shawn slightly. "I didn't need to be asked. You need sleep and I am the only one bull headed enough to force you to at least try."

Shawn stared at Henry for a moment. "You were bred of pure evil, dad."

"Oh yeah, I'm real evil. Wanting my son to take care of himself so that he can take care of his son. What do you think Juliet would want, Shawn?"

"It doesn't matter dad!" Shawn screamed, as he stood up suddenly. "Juliet would find a way to do both, and I am damn sure going to try. She is my wife, I will not stop looking until I find her."

Henry sighed, as he raked his hand against his head. His mouth bobbed open to speak when Tyler started to scream from the other room.

"Fantastic. Thank you for that dad. Look, I'm going to go tend to my son, I'm sure you can see yourself out." With that Shawn turned his back on his dad.

Juliet blinked her eyes open. Her body ached and it hurt to take deep breaths. Definitely at least a couple of cracked or broken ribs. She could live with that, if she was able to keep that sick bastard from touching her or Sarah. She'd do whatever she needed to.

Footsteps could be heard rustling around above them. Both of their heads snapped toward the stairs, as the door leading down to them squeaked open. Juliet's insides clenched, as Sarah's eyes grew wide.

"No." She whispered. "I can't go through that again."

Juliet closed her eyes, and shut out all fear. "Don't worry, Sarah. I won't let him touch you."

Sarah eyed Juliet carefully, as the sound of footsteps on stairs filled the air between them.

"Ah, beautiful Juliet. Glad you decided to wake up, I was afraid that I hit you a little hard."

Juliet sneered at Mark. "No, I feel perfectly fine."

Mark laughed mirthlessly. "Let's see if you say that when I'm through with you." Mark went behind Juliet and released her arms from their binds. "I am going to have a fucking good time with you." Mark whispered in her ear, as he grabbed a hold of her hair and pulled her into a standing position. Juliet tried to keep her body from shaking as Mark grabbed her arms and locked them into the device above her head again. "Sorry, love. You're a cop. I don't trust you to not try and escape." Mark whispered against her cheek as he pressed his body against hers. His hands toyed with the waistband of her shirt, before he made quick work of the buttons and tossed it aside. Almost as quickly he had her skirt off, and Juliet felt her cheeks flush at standing there in nothing but her undergarments. "How cute. You're shy. Don't worry, I'll take care of that." Mark smiled as he pressed his lips against Juliet's neck. His tongue slithered out and attacked her pulse point.

Juliet groaned, hating her body and tried to fight against the arousal she felt. "Get off." Juliet said through clenched teeth.

"Oh, but Juliet, I can feel your body clenching in anticipation." With that Mark quickly unhooked Juliet's bra and tossed it aside before sliding down her panties. A smile crossed his lips as he released Juliet's arms and grabbed a hold of her hair and tossed her down onto the bed. He placed her arms and legs back into the bonds, before laying down next to her. "Oh, baby. We're about to have some fun."

Shawn stretched and yawned before realizing that he had fallen asleep. Groaning, he examined where he was and grunted in frustration. He was definitely going to feel that later on. Standing up, Shawn felt his back pop and crack. Sighing, he walked toward the window and peeked outside. His eyes widened slightly, as he glanced back at the clock. It was almost noon. He could kick himself. Then his eyes caught the last cup of coffee his dad had brought him before Shawn had kicked him out.

His face turned up into a sneer. "Great, just great. My own father drugged me!" Shawn stamped his foot, before turning toward the hallway. A quick shower and change of clothes, he'd drop Tyler off at daycare and confront his father. Walking steadfast, Shawn snagged a t-shirt and a pair of jeans that littered the floor and tossed them onto his shoulder before entering the bathroom. Twisting on the tap, he waited until the water was nearly scolding before sliding off his clothes and stepping under the hot spray of water.

Shawn enjoyed the feel of the hot water spraying against his tense muscles. His hands glided over his shoulders and down his chest, massaging at the tense muscles. After a few minutes though, he could feel the water starting to cool off. Quickly, he washed himself off, before washing his hair and stepping out of the shower. Slipping the clothes on, Shawn stood in front of the mirror and took in his clothing of choice for a moment.

Tears sprang to his eyes, as his hand glided over Juliet's favorite t-shirt. The apple jack's shirt was a staple in their relationship for many reasons. "I'm so sorry, Jules. I'm supposed to protect you-" A sob tore through his throat as he turned his back on the mirror and slid down to the floor. His body jerked through the violent sobs that tore through his body. In the back of his mind he could hear Tyler screaming, and he knew he should pull himself together and go soothe him. Shawn knew this, but at that moment he couldn't fight off his own grief long enough to move. His body jerked through a new batch of sobs, as he heard the sound of his front door opening. He couldn't even find it in his emotionally exhausted body to be fearful of who might be walking into his house. He could vaguely hear someone calling out his name, but he couldn't find the energy to get up.

The door to the bathroom swung open and Gus stood in front of him. "Shawn?"

Shawn looked up at him, tears still clouding his vision. "She's gone, Gus." The weight of his words caused sobs to rip their way out of his body again. Gus stood in the doorway, confused of what to do. Tyler was still screaming, but his best friend was falling apart right in front of his eyes. A sigh ripped itself from his mouth.

"I'll be right back, Shawn." When Shawn didn't even acknowledge that Gus had even spoken, he backed away from the bathroom and turned toward Tyler's nursery. Walking in, Gus picked up his nephew and held him lightly in his arms. "It's alright, little buddy." Gus rocked him lightly from side to side. After a couple of minutes Tyler's cries turned to gurgles before he was fast asleep again. "Good boy." Gus lowered Tyler back into the crib and turned to check on Shawn who was standing in the doorway. He seemed to have sobered up fairly quickly. An angry mask etched into his face.

"What do you know about my father drugging me?" His eyebrow quirked.

"Shawn." Gus' voice spoke of a warning.

"Watch Tyler for me. I have to yell at my father, and then I have to find my wife."

With that, Shawn left the house and found himself straddling his bike. One thing was on his mind, as he took off down the street.