A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I didn't update sooner like I promised I would, but school started up again and I just haven't found enough spare time. I was going to post yesterday, but the internet connection suddenly went berserk. The connection is erratic at best. Future postings are going to be stretched out a little more guys, but I'll always post at some point. I'm not going to abandon any of my stories.

Okay, so here it is. Chapter 7. I really hope you guys like it. Personally, I think I could've done a little better, but I'm still pretty proud of it.

6/22/11: This chapter has been edited. Recap: Shawn's mouth is not duct-taped, he is still cuffed, and managed to sit in the loop Bill made in the rope like a swing. Let's chalk that last one up to Shawn just being very talented ;)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Psych or it's characters. And I don't own Apple's iPhone. Wish I had one though...

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Shawn gritted his teeth against the pain. It was threatening to overcome him with every step Bill was forcing him to take. Whenever he stopped moving to take the weight off his right leg Bill shoved at him, forcing him to keep moving. Shawn looked up to the sky in a silent plea for mercy and saw that it was beginning to brighten. It wasn't pitch black anymore.

Has it really been that long? Shawn thought, Wow. At least I know that they're looking for me...

"Come on, boy!" Bill shoved Shawn again, startling him out of his thoughts as he stumbled forward. He managed to regain his balance and keep most of the weight off his right side without the use of his arms, which were both still cuffed behind his back.

"Look, Bill, buddy," Shawn said, "why don't we just calmly discuss the situation? Without all the pushing? How does that- Ugh!" Shawn grunted as he was shoved again.

"Jeez," Shawn mumbled, "I'm going. I'm going..." Going where? He couldn't help but think.

A big rusted van was coming into view now and Shawn swallowed nervously. He'd been walking as slow as he could in hopes that some good, law-abiding citizen just might happen to cross their path and call the cops. It didn't look like that was happening anytime soon.

Shawn thought of his cell phone in his pocket that had remained undiscovered by Bill. He wished he'd thought of it earlier, and he hoped it wasn't broken or dead. He was going to need it.

Thinking of his phone brought back the conversation in his head with his dad. He knew it sounded crazy but he just couldn't get rid of the old man. Not even in his own head.

Am I going crazy already? He wondered, I thought I'd have to endure another day of this for insanity to set in...

Shawn you've always been crazy, His father's unwelcome voice stated, Just think back to all the times you approached an armed suspect unarmed or without backup. It makes you seem pretty crazy.

Memories and moments flashed before his eyes. Garth Longmore with a gun pointed at Shawn's chest was foremost in his mind, but other times were there as well. Ashley Bamford on that oil rig pointing another gun at Shawn as he attempted to talk her out of shooting him. And the time he tried to keep someone from killing McNab, and putting himself in the line of fire in the process. And then there was that awful time he got in the same car as the Yin Yang killer. There were so many other moments similar to these ones that Shawn couldn't think about them all at once, and he wasn't even counting the times he put Gus or someone else in danger. He hated when that happened so he rarely thought about them, but Henry, even while a figment of Shawn's overactive imagination, seemed to take pleasure in telling Shawn what he did wrong and what he could've done better.

You should've listened to me, Shawn, Henry's increasingly annoying voice said, You know I'm right. How could you not remember your cell phone?

Before Shawn could think of a reply to tell Imaginary Henry he noticed that he now stood in front of the van. It was one of those vans where the entire trunk area was windowless. Shawn watched nervously as Bill opened the back doors, and then watched as he came towards him. Shawn's instincts were telling him to run, but he knew he wouldn't make it far in his condition. So he let bill grab him by his left arm even though it sent white-hot pain surging through it.

Surprisingly Bill was strong enough to lift Shawn up and toss him into the back of the van like a sack of potatoes, causing Shawn to hit his head on the floor of the car. Shawn groaned in pain. He didn't know how much more of this his body could take, or how long his leg could go without medical attention.

"C'mon, guys," Shawn whispered as Bill slammed the doors shut, "You gotta find me."

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"Sister?" Lassiter repeated and Juliet nodded in confirmation. The other three were still staring at the nanny in the other room, but Lassiter knew they heard it too.

"Well now we've got something," He said before heading back into the room again. And this time when he stared her down he had a smug look on his face that Ramona couldn't seem to decipher. Lassiter saw that it was making her nervous and he smiled. She was finally going to crack.

Ramona fidgeted a little in her seat and wondered what the detective knew. He couldn't know what she and Alex had planned, so what was it?

Lassiter moved himself so he towered directly over where she sat before he spoke. And when he did it was in the quiet yet chilling voice that he'd used in many of his toughest interrogations. It was sure to break her.

"So," Lassiter said, "Ramona Carmichael, is it?" The nanny's blue eyes widened nervously and Lassiter moved to look her straight in the eye.

Ramona mustered all the defiance she could manage and stared back at him, "Yes, and I'm not telling you shit." Then she grinned, "It's too late anyway."

Behind the glass in the observation room four faces visibly paled, and in front of it another became angry. A cold and furious determination filled the head detective's eyes and he brought his face uncomfortably close to Ramona's.

"What the hell does that mean?" Lassiter growled.

Ramona smirked but made no motion to explain. She couldn't help but let a chuckle escape when Lassiter slammed his fist down on the table right in front of her. They actually thought she would betray her brother for some idiot she didn't even know. They were dead wrong. Just like the psychic was.

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Shawn heard a car door slam shut and the car start up. He was immediately bounced around to no end, the road was unbelievably rough. He struggled to get his cell phone out of his pocket. He was glad it was in an easy spot to reach, but he wasn't glad that it was behind him.

His fingers caught hold of the cell phone and he started to pull it out, but was thrown to the side as the van turned a sharp left. Shawn winced as pain shot through his entire body and shards of glass were embedded further into his side.

When the pain became a little bit more bearable Shawn tried again, but his fingers were trembling so badly it made it difficult to hold on to anything.

Must be the blood loss, He thought. I guess I didn't realize how much I lost... Wait, how much did I lose? Shawn knew he'd lost enough that he had to see a doctor as soon as possible, but Shawn was starting to think he wouldn't get the chance.

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Henry, Gus, Juliet, and Lassiter stood in the Chief's office as she sat behind her desk. Lassiter had questioned the nanny, who they were keeping in the station as long as possible, for another frustrating few minutes before Vick called him out. They'd just gotten here and were already starting to feel hopeless.

"Did she mean Shawn is..." Gus trailed off, not needing to complete the sentence. He could see in the others' eyes that they were thinking the same thing. Gus couldn't believe it though. This was Shawn they were talking about, and Gus knew Shawn wouldn't give up so soon.

But it's been hours, Gus thought, and we haven't made any progress. What if... Gus couldn't let himself finish the thought. He started pacing, thinking hard while he did it. Had he seen anything strange when he dropped Shawn off at the office? The more Gus thought about it the more he thought that he'd seen something. But what was it? If only he could remember things as clearly as Shawn could...

"You can't think that way, Gus," Juliet pleaded, she didn't want to believe it anymore than he did. "We'll find him," she said, and then, almost to herself, "We're missing something. I can feel it."

"Guster," Lassiter barked, he was getting impatient and they were getting nowhere, "are you sure you didn't notice anything suspicious?"

"I don't know!" Gus exclaimed and he stopped pacing, "I can't remember!"

"How can you not remember? It was only a few hours ago!"

"Carlton," Juliet tried to cut in, but neither man heard her.

"Not everyone looks at something and sees criminal activity, Detective," Gus said, his voice growing in volume with each word.

"Well you should!" Lassiter said, "If you had then maybe we wouldn't be in this mess. Maybe Spencer wouldn't be missing. And maybe we wouldn't have to consider the fact that he might be-"

"Detective!" Vick shot out of her chair, "We have no evidence that indicates that Mr. Spencer is dead, and no evidence at all to say that this is Mr. Guster's fault."

"Yes, Chief," Lassiter ground out. It was getting light outside and they'd all been up the entire night pouring over evidence from the scene, they were all tired and irritable.

There was a silence in the room for a while, and then Henry broke it saying, "Gus, I know you saw something. Think back to when you dropped Shawn off. Do you remember anything? A smell, or a sound, or a color. Anything?"

Suddenly Gus saw something in his mind, a flash of blue and then darkness. A blue car had turned it's headlights off just as he parked in front of Psych. He hadn't thought much of it then, but now he remembered.

"I saw a blue car parked nearby," Gus said quickly, "It turned it's headlights off when I pulled up in front of the office."

"Alright," Vick began, but then she notice Henry moving towards the door and said, "Where do you think you're going, Mr. Spencer?"

"To the Psych office," he answered as he opened the door and stepped out of Vick's office. Vick looked at Lassiter, he understood her silent message and followed Henry out.

Vick turned to Gus, "Mr. Guster, do you have security cameras outside Psych?"

"Yup, I've had them running for a week now," Gus said, his hopes rising.

The Chief looked at her Junior Detective, but as soon as she opened her mouth Juliet said, "I'll get a tech and we'll go over the footage." Then she and Gus both exited the office, leaving Vick by herself. She looked around the room, at all the things she'd added to make it more personal, and finally at that fish sculpture Spencer couldn't seem to leave alone when he was in there. As she stared at it she knew this room would never be the same if the psychic didn't return to mess things up in the future. Vick wasted no time in leaving the office and heading to her car. She couldn't just watch as her people worked the scene and do nothing.

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Shawn finally got the phone out of his pocket and they were finally off the horribly rough road. That road had been hell on his battered body. Just like his dad's voice, which he'd managed to banish, had been hell on his mind. Except the road had been more painful.

And now that he had freed his phone he just had to figure out how to use it while it was behind his back. The trouble with iPhones was that the screen is a flat surface, making it so that there weren't recognizable buttons to push. He couldn't use it when he couldn't see it, so as long as it was behind him it was useless.

Shawn grasped the phone in one shaking hand, the shaking had gotten worse, but it was manageable, and then he attempted to toss it over his body. He managed to make the phone hit his side and then fall back to the floor behind him again.

He tried again, and this time he was determined to succeed. "C'mon, Shawn, it's not that hard. You can do it," He muttered to himself. But it was hard for him now, what with the trembling. He found it hard to hold on to the phone for long, and that scared him.

He tried again, and this time it landed about a foot from his face. He had been able to throw the phone over himself, but how would he work it?

Shawn brought his face closer to the phone so he could touch it with his nose and he grabbed it with his mouth. He brought his head back to where it had been before and dropped the phone. He brought his nose to the only button on the phone and pressed it hard until the screen lit up. Then he proceeded to attempt to unlock the phone.

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Lassiter stood in the middle of the Psych office and as his gaze wandered across the room he couldn't help but wonder if it had been like this before or after Spencer was kidnapped. He didn't think it was possible to make such a struggle that this would happen. He was betting it had been like this before.

He stood behind the computer tech that O'Hara had brought with her and watched as he played the security footage from yesterday. They had started the tape hours before Guster actually dropped Spencer off. He didn't want to miss even the slightest thing.

"Wait!" Lassiter said to the tech, making the guy flinch, "Go back a few frames." The tech did as he was told until Lassiter called, "Stop!"

By now they had garnered the attention of Juliet, Gus, Henry, and the Chief, who'd arrived just moments before. Lassiter pointed to a vehicle on the screen, "That one looks suspicious. It's covered in dirt and it's blue." Juliet, Henry, and Vick all looked at the car on the screen with a critical eye, but Gus just sighed.

"That's the mailman, Lassiter," Gus said tiredly. Juliet's shoulders drooped and Henry's gaze was distant again, Vick looked disappointed. Then they heard a faint buzzing from somewhere.

Lassiter snatched his cell phone out of his pocket and without looking answered it. "Lassiter," he said quickly, and then got the shock of his life when he recognized the voice.

"Lassie!" Shawn Spencer's voice floated through the phone's speaker.

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