A/N: Coral Haven is to the best of my knowledge fictional town name, just in case anyone was wondering. Also again – to anyone who prefers stories with corrected grammar and spelling are more then welcome to sit back and wait for the revised version. Though to warn you I have no idea when the revised story will be posted.

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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER IS A TAD DARK; I WAS IN A PRETTY GRUMPY/AGITATED MOOD WHEN I WROTE THIS. DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SLIGHT PHYSICAL ABUSE!

Knives

Shawn was none the wiser of Dr. Benevides' motives. She was such a tiny person, and even if she wasn't who she said she was Shawn had two police officers with him. He was sure between the three of them they could handle it.

"Mr. Spencer" The Dr said once the four finally made it to her office "I have to say I'm so impressed with your gift."

"Thank you" Shawn said "I try, McNabb buddy -tell her how much I try."

"No idea where we'd be without him" McNabb said.

"I bet" The Dr. said, she gave a winning smile "Though I have to wonder, have you ever considered using your abilities in the medical field?"

"Once or twice" Shawn lied "but there are some things best left alone you know?"

"No" The Dr. said, "I'm having trouble seeing it that way sorry to say."

"Well how do you see it?" Shawn was curious, and then he became a little weirded out when Dr. Benevides seemed to light up at the question, as if she had just found God.

"What I see Mr. Spencer is what I know to be true – the potential for a new world" Dr. Benevides smiled and the door behind them opened "So I'm sorry for this."

"Sorry for what?" Shawn was a little perplexed but his question was soon answered as a distressed grunt caught his ear, he turned just in time to see Officer Shea fall to his knees, blood spilling from his side. Dr. McGill standing over him with a knife still in his hand – Shawn actually screamed. He had been so caught up in talking to Dr. Benevides that he hadn't seen McGill walk in – with a knife no less.

"You killed him!" Shawn was shocked, McNabb had acted fast pulling out his gun but McGill was quicker to the draw, he extracted a pistol from his belt and aimed right at poor McNabb.

"I'd think twice about that" Dr. McGill said "Lower your weapon,"

"McNabb do it!" He didn't want to see his friend killed to, his eyes kept shifting down to the poor Officer Shea – who was going to tell Daphne? He watched as McNabb very reluctantly put his gun down, only to be brutally knocked out by a swift blow to the head from Dr. Benevides wielding a table lamp.

"McNabb!" Shawn had moved on instinct to catch McNabb's fallen form, but his movement was cut short when he felt a knife pressed against his back.

"Leave him" Dr. Benevides said "He'll live" she sounded the same way she sounded when talking back at the station – confident and innocent. The complete lack of changing emotions had Shawn chilled, he couldn't move as Dr. McGill moved across the room to where they stood – helping Dr. Benevides tie him up.

"Why are you doing this?" Shawn asked, and Dr. McGill actually grinned.

"The drugs didn't kill you; this was the only other way."

"Only other way – for what?" But the Dr's weren't talking to him anymore; instead they were putting a blindfold on him and dragging him off somewhere.

They shoved him into a van – Shawn could only guess, the vehicle was spacious but Shawn still didn't have enough leg room to stretch out

Figures…

At least he wasn't in a trunk this time, though truthfully the trunk would've been preferred – in the trunk he might have a chance. Here in the vehicle he was bound pretty tight and rough hands, probably Dr. McGills were preventing him from even squirming. The drive lasted forever, and it wasn't until both of Shawn's legs had fallen to sleep did he feel the vehicle start to slow. Finally the van came to a halt.

"You're almost there Mr. Spencer" he heard Dr. Benevides speak "Everything soon will be clear to you, and you'll embrace the new world."

"I like my world!" Shawn countered "Put me back in my world!"

"Come along Mr. Spencer" Dr. McGill spoke this time; he grabbed Shawn's arms and lifted him from the van – forcing him to walk forward. His legs were still sleeping, every forced step bringing nothing but pain. His slow movements unsurprisingly had Dr. McGill grow impatient.

"There's no time for this!" Dr. McGill yelled and gave Shawn a rough shove forward. All the push managed to do was knock Shawn down, he hit the ground chest first, a grass surface at least. None the less Shawn was winded, his face turning red from under the blindfold.

"Son of a bitch" McGill snapped, and he half lifted Shawn and half started dragging him onward. "Nancy the salt!"

Salt?

All of this jumping around and being dragged had Shawn's stomach in a twist; needless to say this was the most scared he had ever felt. Even when he had been shot nothing felt quite like this. Like all surrounding sanity was diminished. Shawn didn't think he could talk his way out of this one. ….That wasn't going to stop him from trying.

Shawn was just starting to learn how to breathe again when he heard the sound of a door unlocking, and he was getting pushed onto hardwood floor.

"Where are we?" Shawn asked, was he expecting an answer? No, but as luck would have it -

"We're at my nephew's in Coral Haven. The place has been deserted since his arrest, its really the best place – since regrettably the police found my home." Funny how Dr. McGill almost sounded casual.

"Coral Haven…..man this place is a hick town" Shawn protested "Barely an hour outside of Santa Barbara. Seriously. Why not kill me somewhere cooler? Universal Studios!"

"I suppose I could gut you and feed you to the animatronic- shark."

Dr. McGill used sarcasm as he dragged Shawn along "Won't be much longer now..." He stopped talking then, and finally they came into a room. Shawn was lifted, not very high but when he was put down he was on a table, and Dr. McGill was forcing him to lye down. Ropes were secured around his wrist tight enough to cut off circulation, his ankles the same. After Dr. McGill let him go Shawn tried a test squirm, he was definitely stuck but finally – finally the blind fold was torn off. Shawn was facing the ceiling; a slow moving ceiling fan seemed to be moving in an out of focus, right above his head.

"You're going to kill me" Shawn said "you're really going to kill me…" He was terrified.

"For the better of the world Mr. Spencer" Dr. McGill softened his voice, and he placed a hand on Shawn's forehead. Shawn swallowed and fought back tears. This was way too much.

"The better of the world…..you keep saying that. What's this world ever done to you?"

Keep him talking; he won't kill you if he's talking….

His head craned to the side as the door opened again, Dr. Benevides entering with salt. She gave Shawn a friendly but sickening smile as she began to draw a line of salt all the way around the room.

"I've read all about you Mr. Spencer – your abilities simply. Astound me." He attentively ran his hand from Shawn's forehead to his cheek, then down the side of his neck and ending on his chest. Shawn couldn't fight the bile that piled up in the back of his throat – he did not like being touched like this.

"My abilities…" Shawn repeated "You mean the fact I'm psychic?"

"Yes" Dr. McGill smiled "It's amazing – your abilities are amazing….you however Mr. Spencer, are not."

"Then why do this to me? Why not just leave me alone? I mean I'm not even psychic so this all one big waste of time!"

"Oh Mr. Spencer – what a lie, I've seen you perform, and Dr. Benevides told me all about how you used your powers before her very eyes." Dr. McGill chuckled.

"G-great…..look, please let me go. There's a better way here – you want a new world, so do I and I can help you achieve your goal …Preferably in the safety of the Santa Barbara police station."

"I'm afraid that's impossible, this new world can only come to be if there are dramatic improvements in medical science" Dr. Benevides said "We need you Mr. Spencer."

"No – no you don't" Shawn tried convincing them "You two are doctors – what do you need me for?"

"Your abilities" Dr. McGill repeated "In some cultures, it is believed that if you consume the flesh of the deceased you'll obtain their most desirable attributes – in your case, your abilities. I'll be able to see things no one else can see…Medical Science will never be the same. Millions of lives will be saved." He pulled out a knife. "One life, that's all it's going to take."

How was Shawn supposed to react? He was strapped down to a table, sweating bullets out of fear – at first he thought he was just going to die at the hands of a crazy doctor. Now he's learning that the same crazy Doctor was planning on eating him. EATING HIM!

Don't focus on that now, keep him talking – he's not killing you if he's talking…

"Why didn't you just kill me in the hospital…" Shawn said "Why did it drag out to this – all of this….?"

"It occurred to me" Dr. McGill admitted "Too many people though, you're a popular man. Who knows, maybe if I had been the attending surgeon that day things would've been a little different. Destiny is funny like that -by the time I got to you in the hospital the detective wouldn't leave your side."

"Lassie?" He started thinking of everyone then; he was never going to see them again. The last time he said goodbye to everyone was really his last goodbye. The last time he kissed Lassie...why didn't he kiss Lassie at least one more time? Even if Lassie didn't really like it, Shawn kicked himself for not stealing at least one more kiss.

Shawn opened his mouth to cry, tears were welling up uncontrollably now – but he couldn't sob. The second his lips parted to make a noise Dr. Benevides was at his side, pouring Salt down his throat. The would be sob turned into a muffled scream.

"Salt purifies" Dr. McGill said, and he laughed as Shawn sputtered and jerked his head trying to spit all of it out. "I can't consume you if we're surrounded by demons."

"I have to be honest" Shawn's stomach lurched then, eating hadn't been agreeing with him lately so lord knew half a kilo of salt really didn't agree with him "The only demons I see are the two of you.."

"That's a bit extreme" Dr. Benevides said "To be fair; we honestly believed you would have died from the pills. We were waiting to steal your body for the purification process. Less of a hassle – like I said earlier, it's miraculous you're still standing."

If Shawn's mouth hadn't gone completely dry, he would've laughed from insanity – calling them demons was a bit extreme? …..Yet before this they had plans to steal his body. Yup! This had to be a nightmare.

"A testament to his power" Dr. McGill added "Which we now know is clean. I will take the first blood."

"First blood?" Shawn snapped to attention "No no no – not yet! Keep talking!"

His pleas went unanswered; the knife Dr. MCGill had been holding was swift. Dr. McGill moved with precision – digging the blade into Shawn's side. Shawn's face went white – there was a moment of shock brought on by blinding pain. McGill twisted the blade and Shawn let out a horrible scream, he didn't even notice when his blood failed to hit the ground. Instead it landed in a bowl that had been sitting on another table up until this point. He was too busy trying to stay conscience – he squeezed his eyes shut through the pain and started thinking about Lassie.

As for Lassiter he just didn't feel right. Every minute they didn't have Shawn within their sites, a knot in Lassiter's stomach got tighter and tighter. He'd be over the edge by now if it hadn't been for how encouraging Juliet was being.

"We'll get him" Juliet promised "We'll get him Carlton."

Lassiter sighed, and looked to the back seat where Gus was sitting, he looked just as lost as Lassiter did – only he seemed to believe Juliet more then Lassiter did and Lassiter could take comfort from that.

"We don't even know where we're going" Gus grumbled from the back seat, "Do we?"

"Not really no" Lassiter cringed a bit.

"I have an idea" Juliet said finally "When we first brought Stouffer in – where was it he said he was going?"

"Coral Haven…" Lassiter said, and that was all he needed to say. Juliet shifted gears, and soon the cruiser was weaving through traffic effortlessly, making its way out of city limits.