A/N: Here it is! Chapter 6! I'm not sure what you guys will think of it (I hope you'll tell me) but I'm pretty proud of it. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, and let me tell you! I did NOT expect some of the things I wrote! When I first started it I thought I knew exactly where it was going, but, boy was I wrong!

I hope you guys have as much fun reading this as I did writing it!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Psych. I think that covers it.

Oh, and the second half of chapter 5 is up and I just added it to the first half. So go back and read that NOW if you haven't.

6/21/11: This chapter has been edited.

ENJOY!

OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO

Shawn wanted to scream. It was all becoming too much. He'd been sitting in this hole in tremendous pain for hours and the only people to find him were in league with his kidnapper. They were gone for the moment, they'd left a couple minutes ago to get the gun with the night-scope and hadn't returned yet. The fear Shawn was feeling threatened to choke him to death. And he thought that he was developing a fear of small, dark places.

Right then he heard something in the distance. Voices.

Bill and the woman would be back within minutes to kill him. Shawn prayed to God that Bill had forgotten to load the gun, and he hoped that the others were close to finding him. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up.

The voices got closer and Shawn could hear them talking now. Bill was saying that the cops had no idea what was going on. That they had plenty of time.

"No, Bill, we don't!" The woman shouted, to Shawn it seemed like she was always angry, always yelling. It was starting to get on his nerves.

"Why wouldn't we? Alex 'as the police chasin' their own tails. At least, that's what 'e said." Bill said.

"Alexander doesn't have as much time as he thinks! The police are going to be more determined than usual with a man suspected of a triple murder on the loose!" The woman exclaimed.

Alexander. Triple murder. The words brought back memories Shawn had long ago forgotten about. He remembered a gruesome crime scene. A family slaughtered in their sleep. And he remembered the police exposing one of their own as the one who did it.

No, a voice in Shawn's head that sounded a lot like his father piped up, You exposed him. You were the one that led the police to him.

"Ah, crap," Shawn whispered through the pain still humming through his body. Now he knew who his kidnapper was. And why he was kidnapped in the first place.

I told you this psychic business would come back to bite you in the ass, his dad's voice said again.

"Shut up, Dad," He muttered.

OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO

"Ah, sir?" McNab called to the Head Detective.

"What?" Lassiter snapped.

"I found out what's at 1933 Sycamore," McNab said nervously.

"Well, what is it?" Lassiter asked and he stared at the younger officer expectantly, "Come on, McNab, I've got an important case to solve. I don't have all day!"

"I know, sir," McNab said, "It's just that the address is in a residential area. It belongs to, ah, well, it belongs to-"

"Who?" Lassiter asked impatiently. Every minute he spent talking to this babbling rookie was another minute that their chances of finding Spencer alive went down. He could be dying right now while they sat here waiting for this idiot to get to the point. Lassiter's hands clenched into fists at the thought of what could be happening, but he forced himself to relax.

"The house belongs to Ramona Clarke, the Simmons's nanny," McNab said.

OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO

"Do you hear that?" The woman bent on killing Shawn asked abruptly.

"'Ear what?" Bill asked.

"Ssh! I heard a voice! It came from down there!" Angry Woman said, "He really is alive! I didn't really think he could survive the fall!"

"Then why'd ya tell me to shoot 'im?" Bill asked.

"Just to be sure," Angry Woman answered. "Now, do you have everything you need?"

"Yup." Bill said, "Now all I gotta do is shoot 'im dead."

Oh, no, Shawn thought, here it comes.

You really should've been more vigilant, Henry's voice said in his head.

Shut up, Dad! Shawn thought, Get out of my head! Jeez, this must be a symptom of traumatic events.

If you'd been more vigilant like I taught you to be you would've seen him crouched in a corner back at the office, his dad's voice went on ignoring him, You could've realized who he was sooner and let the police know. Hey where's your-

"Shut up!" Shawn shouted, "Why can't you just go away?" A moment after he said it he realized what he'd done. He'd just let the two people about to kill him know that he was alive for sure. They probably thought he was talking to them, and that probably just made them angry.

"Excuse me?" Angry Woman asked in disbelief.

"Oh, hey guys," Shawn called up to his soon-to-be-killers. "I didn't see you up there." And he didn't. He couldn't see them at all.

"You wan' me ta shoot 'im now, Mona?" Bill asked.

"Yes, I think-" She was cut off when her cell phone (Shawn assumed it was hers) started ringing.

Shawn heard Bill cock his gun so he closed his eyes and waited. "All righty then," Bill said. "Ah! There ya are! Not in too good a shape are ya, boy?" Bill asked laughing. "Won't matter for much longer."

"Wait!" Mona commanded, and Shawn opened his eyes even though he couldn't see them. Was she having a sudden change of heart?

"That was Alex," Mona said sounding nervous, "He said that his sources told him they're going to question me. I have to go."

"S'all right, Mona," Bill said, "I got things covered here."

"No," She said, and Shawn let himself begin to feel just the tiniest amount of relief over the pain. Maybe they wouldn't kill him after all.

"Switch to Plan B," Mona instructed, "You do know what Plan B is, right?"

"Yeah," Bill sighed, it was almost like he was disappointed he didn't get to shoot Shawn.

"Good," Mona's voice had gotten fainter, like she was walking away. "Don't forget to make it look really horrible. Blood on the walls always works."

What have you gotten yourself into now, Shawn? Shawn's father's voice asked.

"Oh, come on!" Shawn exclaimed, "Why can't I get rid of you?"

OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO

Ramona Clarke drove her car down the quiet country road on the outskirts of the city. The police had called her in for questioning. They didn't say why, but Ramona already knew. They knew she was in on the plan, but they didn't know that she knew they knew.

They also didn't know that she wouldn't tell them shit about their precious psychic detective.

Not until it was too late, anyways.

OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO

Lassiter stared at the woman sitting across from him intently. He'd been doing this for the past two minutes. In average interrogations this technique worked pretty well, the suspect would crack about forty seconds into it, but this wasn't an average interrogation, and Ramona Clarke had only fidgeted twice.

"What do you know about Alexander Carmichael?" Lassiter asked emotionlessly. He knew the others were watching on the other side of the glass. It made him a little more nervous than he wanted to admit, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. A little pressure was good for getting things done. But he couldn't let them know how much he wanted to strangle the prissy bitch in front of him.

It had been a whole three minutes and she hadn't said a single word. Not one. And the act was getting a little old. She still hadn't answered his last question and Carlton decided it was time for a new tactic.

Lassiter slammed his hands down on the table and was rewarded when Ramona flinched. "All right, Ms. Clarke," He said in bad cop mode, "cut the shit." She looked at him, offended. She clearly wasn't used to being talked to this way. "I know you're in on this. What's your part in this?"

"Isn't it your job to find out, Detective?" She asked coldly, "Or are you too close to the case to get any real police work done?"

"Where's Spencer?" He snarled.

"Who?" Ramona asked innocently.

Lassiter was about to ask another question when his partner stepped into the interrogation room. She beckoned Lassiter over.

He walked over to her, a questioning look on his face, and she ushered him out of the room. In the observation room he noticed the Chief, Henry, and Gus watching Ramona through the glass. Henry and Gus were glaring, as if they wanted to get their hands around her throat (They all did) and Vick was examining her.

He turned back to Juliet, "What is it? Why'd you pull me out?"

"We dug up some history on her," She nodded to Ramona, "And we found her connection to the case."

Lassiter leaned in eagerly, finally they had some insight on this cryptic woman. Juliet began to relay the information she'd gleaned, "Her married name is Clarke, but her maiden name is Carmichael. She's Alexander's sister."

OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO

"Okay, boy," Bill called down to Shawn, and Shawn hated to admit it, but he sounded like he wasn't trying to kill him. Like they were friends. Shawn tasted bile in his mouth after he thought that. Him and Bill friends? Not a friend he wanted to make.

"When the rope comes down, I want ya to put your legs through the loop in it 'n sit in it like a swing. Can ya do that? Or are you too stupid?" Bill laughed at his lame insult.

"I can do it," Shawn replied after a moments hesitation.

"Alrighty then," Bill said.

After a minute or two Shawn heard a thump and he knew it was the rope. He slid his hands along the bottom of the hole until he came across said rope. He managed to do what Bill had instructed even though it sent a twinge through his left shoulder.

"Ya got it?" Bill asked.

"Yes," Shawn answered quickly. Talking made the pain worse for some reason. Soon Shawn started to feel a pull on the rope. Then he was off the ground.

He was being rescued from the hole, but this ordeal wasn't over. Shawn knew that even though he was saved from dying in the hole he still might die at the hands of Bill.

If only you'd let me keep talking earlier, Henry's voice said mournfully, then maybe I wouldn't have to spend all that money on my only son's funeral.

Shawn groaned, he just couldn't get rid of his father. Not even when he was kidnapped and Henry was only in his head. Then he remembered what the voice said earlier.

Now you're catching on, Shawn. Henry's voice said, I was going to ask where your cell phone was, but even if you have it you can't use it in front of this guy.

Shawn's cell phone was in his back pocket. It had been the whole time. He'd just forgotten about it, and now it was too late. He could see the silhouette of Bill's head and shoulders now. It looked like he was going to have to wait to call for help.

"Well, boy, I don't get to shoot ya," Bill said as he hauled Shawn up, "But yer still gonna die. It'll just be more painful."

If he ever got the chance to call.

OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO