Shawn woke up tied to a chair. The first thing he noticed was that he was blindfolded.
"Shawn Spencer, long times no see" Shawn groaned. He could tell who it was. The last case he was on got four people arrested. Three of them got to walk but there master mind, Kevin, was given life in prison.
"What do you want with me Claude" Shawn asked.
"I don't want anything from you but from your little friends back at the station. I think we should give them a call" Claude said with a chuckle. Claude dialed the number and put the phone on speaker.
"Hello Santa Barbra police station, how may I help you?" the receptionist asked.
"I would like to speak to the chief of police and her two best detectives" Claude said.
"The chief is busy right now, can I leave a message?" she asked.
"Oh I wouldn't want to bother her. She's probably busy looking for that psychic of hers isn't she?" Claude asked.
"How did you know-…" she was cut off by Claude.
"Like I said, I would like to talk to the chief of police and her best detectives" There was a pause on the phone then Shawn heard Carlton.
"Hello? Who is this?" Shawn yelped at the sudden sharpness that cut into his arm "Shawn?"
"Um…no, but if you want to talk to Shawn" Claude cut into Shawn's arm again. Shawn tried to suppress his screams but his attempts were useless. Claude managed to put so many cuts in his arms that Shawn was afraid that he would bleed to death. Claude wouldn't kill him just yet. They still needed him.
"What do you want Claude?" The chief asked.
"We want you to release Kevin" Claude said.
"It's not gonna happen you, dirt bag. Let Shawn go!" Lassiter said. Claude just laughed.
"Let Kevin go and I'll let Shawn go" Claude said.
"Can we just talk to him for a moment?" Juliette asked.
"Fat chance, he's a little busy" Claude said. Shawn felt something being rubbed into the cuts on his arms.
"What are you doing?" Shawn asked. Shawn heard a spark of a lighter and began to panic. Claude touched his arms with the flame and his arms burst into flame. The powder that was rubbed into his cuts was gun powder. Shawn screamed at the pain and the chief and Juliette and Carlton could only hear his screams of pain, helplessly. The phone dropped the call.
"They have Shawn" Juliette said. "They're gonna kill him"
"They aren't going to kill him. They're using him as a bargaining chip" Carlton said, which really did not help the case any better.
"We can trace that phone call and find a location" the chief said. "We will find Shawn"
This may actually turn into a shassie fanfiction!