Wow, I'm updating crazy fast! This one is a little different in style, and a bit weird. It jumps around a lot. Bear with me.


Here they come to save the day!

In an abandoned farmhouse, a man sleeping by the fire, awoke with a start. The sound of gunshots reverberated through his aching head. The man was drunk and it took him a moment to process what he was hearing. When he realised that there'd been at least two shots while he was awake, and maybe a third that had actually jolted him into consciousness, he drew his weapon and stumbled to his feet.


Everyone at the Station was doing everything they could to find Shawn and Carlton. They were working triple shifts. Fittingly, it was Juliet who had the breakthrough.

"Chief! Officer Randolf's family owns some properties to the north! A couple of factories, a dairy farm that's still in use today. But one of his uncle's owns a disused farm. It's about an hour's drive, and it would be perfect for keeping prisoners."

"How sure are you about this?" The Chief had to check.

"Juliet!" It was Buzz and he was running towards them, excited. "That property you were looking into, the disused farm?"

"Yes?"

"There's a report of shots fired. A scout troop is camping in a nearby field and heard three shots."Buzz reported joyfully. Juliet and Chief Vick exchanged a delighted glance.

"Mobilise everyone! We need to get there as quickly as possible." Vick ordered.

"Yes, Chief!" Juliet grinned. They were finally getting somewhere.


"Not a granny knot!" He said shaking his head. The boy let go of the rope and frowned.

"Can we have s'mores?" A high pitched voice called.


"Shawn, are you okay?"

"Yeah. What about him?" Shawn asked, sitting up slowly. Lassiter bent down and put his hand to Colby's throat.

"Not dead."

"Shame." Shawn said with absolutely no irony. "Where did you get him?"

"Shoulder, side, and knee. I was aiming to disable, not kill."

"Why?"

"What?" Lassiter looked up at him, confused, from where he was tying his shirt around Officer Randolf's injuries.

"If I had the gun in my hand, I'd have gone for a head shot. I'd have got him too."

"I don't doubt that, you always hit what you're aiming at." Lassiter was still a little annoyed that the psychic had beaten his record on the shooting range.

"So, why?"

"Because I'm a cop. I'm supposed to be one of the good guys. If I'd taken that head shot, I'd have been no better than them." Shawn smiled faintly at Lassiter's answer. "This way, he's not going to be able to come after us, but he'll probably survive."


"What's this one?"

"Why, that's a half hitch. Why don't you try?"

In the background, voices are raised, singing.

"I saw a bird."

"I saw a bird."

"With a yellow bill."

"With a yellow bill."

"It landed on."

"It landed on."

"My window sill."

"My window sill."

"I coaxed it in."

"I coaxed it in."

"With a piece of chedder."

"With a piece of chedder."

"And then I put it."

"And then I put it."

"In the paper shredder!"

"In the paper shredder!"


There was a grand convoy of emergency vehicles making it's way north towards an abandoned farm owned by Uncle Toby Randolf (currently in jail for aggravated assault, but that's another story).

"Can this heap of bolts go any faster?" Henry growled.

"Henry, I know you're worried, but we are going as fast as we can." Karen said through clenched teeth. It was only the seventh time that Henry had asked that particular question. She pressed a little harder on the accelerator, watching the ambulance ahead of them.


"How about this, sir?"

"That's a great reef knot!" The older man praised. "But it needs to be really tight!"


In a second car, Gus frowned at Buzz McNabb.

"Buzz, can't we go any faster? Shawn could be hurt."

"I know, Gus. That's why we have the ambulance following us." Buzz explained calmly.

"Oh, my God. You think he's going to be hurt, don't you? You think they've done something to him! We need to go faster. Overtake Chief Vick!"

"Gus, I am not overtaking the Chief. We're going to get there and Shawn's going to be alright. If he is hurt, we have the ambulance, just in case."

"How are you so calm? You're supposed to be Shawn's friend!"

"I'm calm because I have to be!" Buzz shouted. There was a long moment of silence while the cop took several deep breaths, gathering his wits. "Shawn is my friend. He's saved my life and he stood up with me at my wedding. If I panic and worry, and all three of those dirt-bags are waiting for us, armed and ready? Then my nerves could get all of us killed. Including Shawn and Lassiter."


"Now, first aid. Who wants to practice on a real patient?"

A chorus of 'Me's and 'Please, sir's rang throughout the field.


Juliet hadn't waited to carry a passenger. She was alone in her car and had her foot as hard on the pedal as she could.

They have to be okay. They just have to.


"There's still one of them left." Shawn said. He was checking the gun they'd gotten from Colby. It was a glock, with a full mag, so they had plenty of bullets.

"I guess he's probably awake after all the noise we made." Lassiter said sheepishly.

"Yeah. A drunk guy might sleep through one shot, even two maybe, but three? Lassie, you're slipping."

"I wanted to be sure he was down! And you squealing when he knocked you down probably woke him up first!"

"Not fair! I have open wounds down my back which I landed on! You'd squeal too!"

"I know, I'm sorry." Lassiter ran a hand through his hair. They were speaking in whispers.

"What do you know about Officer Ellis?" Shawn asked, he had placed himself with his back to Lassiter, so they could keep an eye in all directions.

"He's a sharpshooter, his record is close to ours." Shawn let the 'ours' go because they were the top two. "He's also a master of some sort of martial arts. I remember when he got a trophy. He came in gloating about it."

"Okay. So, we have a guy who can shoot us and beat the crap out of us with his eyes closed and his hands behind his back?"

"Yep. That about sums it up."

"We are so screwed."

"Yep."

"Why did we save the scary one for the last?"


"I think he has a concussion, sir."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Well done. Now, you need to get the bandages out."


"How much further is it?" Henry asked, again. He sounded so much like a child that Chief Vick's lips twitched, and she had to hold back a smile.

"Not long now. O'Hara said it's an hour's drive, that's at the speed limit. We've had the sirens on all the way, so it should only take us half that."

"He's going to be okay, isn't he?" He asked, sounding so unusually vulnerable, that she reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently.

"We'll get there in time." She promised, and pressed down a little harder on the gas.


"Where is he?" Shawn burst out.

"Quiet." Lassiter hissed.

"I mean," Shawn continued at a much reduced volume. "We're just sitting here, like ducks. He must know where we are. And the guy is mentally unstable! Why hasn't he attacked us?"

"I don't know. And I don't like it either."


"There's a lot of blood." The boy's voice shook a little.

"I know. It's a bit scary. But scalp wounds always bleed a lot. Just get the clean dressing on there. You're doing great."


"Gus, we're almost there." Buzz said as they turned off the main road onto a dirt track.

"Good. They're going to be alright. Shawn's always alright. Right?"

"Shawn and Lassiter are going to be fine. They'll be fine." Buzz replied, but he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince.

A man in a khaki uniform flagged one of the patrol cars down as the convoy passed by. Officer Allan pulled off into the field from where the shots had been heard.


"I hear sirens." Shawn said.

"I do too. They've been getting closer for the past few minutes."

"The cavalry?"

"Sounds like them. And just like them, getting here just in time to clean up."


"What?" Vick stared at her radio in disbelief.

"Yeah." Officer Allan reported, barely suppressing her amusement. "Trussed up like a turkey."


The cars pulled into the farmyard Vick at the front, followed by Jules, and then the ambulance. Buzz pulled off to the side so the yard wouldn't get completely crowded. At this Gus frowned and levelled his Glare-of-Death at his driver.

"Easy, Gus. We don't want to get in the way of helping them." Buzz said as the second ambulance pulled in behind the first.

"Yeah. I knew that. Sorry."

"Come on. Let's go find them."


Henry got out of the car, and started running towards the farmhouse.

"Shawn!" He yelled.

"Took you long enough!" A beloved voice replied, high pitched with laughter. "Took you long enough!"

"Shawn!" Henry yelled again, and he and Chief Vick, followed by Juliet, Gus and Buzz, not to mention the paramedics, raced towards the fake psychic. He and Lassiter were both slumped against the wall of the farmhouse. Between them was the unconscious form of Office Colby Randolf.

"There's one tied up in the barn," Lassiter offered as soon as they got closer, making no move to, well, move. "We didn't hurt him as much as we wanted to."

"The third one got away." Shawn said. "At least we haven't seen him in a while."

"He should be considered armed and dangerous." Lassiter said seriously.

"It's okay. Officer Allan is currently getting Ellis into the back of her patrol car." Chief Vick said gently, as the paramedics went to work on Colby and Shawn.

"How did you find us?" Lassiter asked. He honestly hadn't expected them just to turn up.

"There's a Scout Troop camping in a nearby field." She replied. "They called in a report of shots fired. Troop Leader MacGuffin also made a citizen's arrest of Officer Ellis. He had the boys practicing their knot tying and first aid skills on him."

"Wait a minute." Shawn said, pushing away the paramedics to look Chief Vick in the eyes. "Are you telling me that that bastard, armed with a gun, fully trained in martial arts and in all the ways of a police officer was captured by a Boy Scout Troop!"


Okay, what did you think? Was it clear enough with the scouts? I know it kind of came out of nowhere. Also, I am a British girl, so I was never in the scouts. I was however a Rainbow and a Brownie. The song was one we'd sing on school trips in the bus or when we were away on camp. You make up what you coax the bird in with and what happens to the bird, and everyone repeats each line after the leader's sung it. I thought it was fitting. But culture gap may have Americans saying how wrong my portrayal of scouts is. If so, I plead ignorance.