This is so my definition of a bad chapter but, well, its got a few important things in it, so...I can totally promise the next chapter is awesome though (Seeing as I'm workign on chapter 10 I can safely say that)

"So let me get this straight," Gus said irritably as he folded up the umbrella he was using. They walked into the entrance hall of the drug rehabilitation center Adam Jordan was supposedly at, "You think Jordan is here and that's why he hasn't responded to anyone's attempts to contact him about his missing daughter?"

"Gus it makes perfect sense," Shawn said excitedly," When you first go into a place like this it's fairly common practice for them to confiscate your phone. Keep you from the outside world and outside temptation and pineapples." Gus paused and grabbed Shawn's arm, stopping him misstep.

"Wait. How do you know that?" Gus asked, eyeing Shawn suspiciously.

Shawn shrugged, "I saw it on an episode of The Mentalist."

Gus frowned, "Since do you watch The Mentalist?"

"Well what else would I have spent the last three weeks doing?" Shawn asked baffled.

Gus rolled his eyes and Shawn moved towards the front desk. Gus grabbed Shawn's arm again. "Maybe you should let me handle this one." Gus grinned, putting on his smoothest smile as he approached the desk.

Shawn's brow furrowed together as he stood behind his friend, clearly pouting as Gus chatted up the receptionist. Did he just get her phone number?

"We are here to speak to Adam Jordan. The matter is fairly urgent," Gus explained after he had the young girl giggling.

"Oh of course," the girl nodded, sounding concerned, "He's in room 108."

Gus thanked the girl and moved towards the door. It was Shawn's turn to grab his friends arm, "How long has he been here?" Shawn asked the receptionist.

"Almost two days."

Shawn nodded his head. It was what he had expected. "Gus lets go."

"What! We came all this way. Shawn we need to tell this guy about-"

Shawn shook his head, "The police can do that once we tell them where Jordan is."

Gus started to argue, "Gus, this girl may still be alive. We can't spend time with Jordan; we just debunked the best lead Lassie had. We need a new theory," he paused, "Like yesterday."

Gus sighed, his face still contorted in disagreement, but he relented and followed Shawn out.

"You aren't going to bring 'Like Yesterday' back anymore then you did 'Not' Shawn," Gus snapped as they walked out.

"Says the liar."

SBPD:

"I want all airports alerted; same with highway patrols. If this guy is out there we will find him." Lassiter hollered, his voice echoing across the SBPD.

Buzz McNabb ran by Shawn and Gus, nearly blowing them over. "Sorry guys!" he shouted over his shoulder without bothering to stop.

Shawn paused and stared after McNabb, "You know, for a guy missing more than one toe, he can really move." Gus nodded in agreement.

Returning his attention to the chaos of the SBPD he noticed Jules nodding as she listened to Lassiter's orders before she returned to her phone conversation. The entire department was zipping around; it was strange, usually it seemed like all anyone did was sit at their desks and wait for them and Lassie and Jules to solve crimes.

Shawn frowned; if all of this effort was over the Jordan case he needed to have a vision fast. He felt his face contort in distaste. At Jordan's house he had tried to play down his visions. He glanced at Jules again, who was now frantically writing something down as it was told to her over the phone. If he ever planned on being honest with her, continuing his theatricality would just push her further away. He felt his stomach knot.

But right now the SBPD needed a vision.

"Chief! Lassie!" Shawn screamed, putting a hand to his temple and throwing his body forward and launching himself onto Lassiter's chair, his feet on the cushion, "I'm getting something!" The entire police department, including Ms. Bensen and a large majority of Mr. Jordan's staff who were still around for questioning, turned to look at Shawn.

"Spencer," Lassiter snarled dangerously.

"Let him talk Carlton," Vick ordered, emerging from her office.

Shawn grinned. As he closed his eyes he saw his father role his eyes and excuse himself from his desk, most likely unable to stomach his sons theatrical display; Shawn felt his grin spread farther across his face. "A blizzard. Flakes like snow. Evil," he hissed like a cat for emphasis," The white lady! The-"

"Drugs?" about seven different cops offered hopefully. Shawn grinned and jumped up and down on Lassies chair. It was hardly his best, but it would do.

"Yes! Yes that's exactly it," He moved his other hand to his forehead, "I'm sensing that the reason no one has been able to find Adam Jordan is because he is in a…Sanctuary?" Shawn frowned.

"There's a rehab facility not far from Jordan's office," Juliet said slowly. She turned to Lassiter, "I think it's called Sanctuary."

Lassiter turned to Shawn, "So let me make sure I understand this Spencer…Adam Jordan, one of the biggest defense lawyers in Santa Barbara is also a drug addict?"

"Recovering drug addict, Lassie," Shawn corrected.

"That bastard," Ms. Bensen declared dramatically; loud enough that everyone in the station had definitely heard. Juliet rolled her eyes; that lady was starting get under her skin. It took a special kind of person to turn having your only daughter kidnapped into an opportunity to hog the spotlight about the injustices of your divorce. Juliet sighed and ran a hand over her face. What had gotten into her; she was supposed to be the nice one!

Lassiter swore softly under his breath. "McNabb look into it," he ordered feebly, slapping the paper in his hand down on his desk. He looked back up at Shawn, "Get off my chair Spencer," Lassiter added.

Shawn promptly jumped down, grinning.

"Do you have any idea who did take the girl Mr. Spencer?" Chief Vick asked exasperatedly.

"My money is still on the butler," Shawn declared firmly.

"Shawn!" Gus scolded, "Give it a rest," he added with a hiss.

"The butler has an alibi anyway, Shawn," Juliet said, approaching the group with a file in her hands. "He had taken the week off. This was his first day back. He went to wake the girl up for school and…" Juliet shrugged, "All of the staff we have questioned so far has checked out."

"No. No…they are probably all just covering for each other," Lassiter mused, "A group effort."

"As much as I love Lassie's out of the box thinking with the whole 'hired help' conspiracy, I think I'm going to cast my vote in for alien abduction," Shawn declared dryly.

Lassiter glared at the psychic, his fist clenching at his sides until his knuckles were white. Spencer was lucky the Chief was right…there. Lassiter grit his teeth.

"So it looks like we are back to square one then?" Gus chipped in, looking to avoid a blood bath between the SBPD's resident psychic and its Head Detective.

"Actually, it may not be," Jules said, handing the file to Lassiter," Two staff members have a criminal record. Antonio Sanchez, the gardener has a prior petty theft charge. But this guy," she pointed to the file Lassiter was holding, "Jason Stein has two prior accounts of assault."

Lassiter frowned, "Why would they hire someone like this?"

Jules shrugged, "Maybe they didn't know."

Lassiter nodded and sighed. "This is the best lead we have. Grab your gun O'Hara; we are gonna track this son of a bitch down."

"Does that mean we are free to go?" Ms. Bensen asked, sounding bored.

Chief Vick frowned, "Yes, it does."

"Good." Ms. Bensen stood up, poster perfect and left. Most of the staff followed her.

The detectives and psychic consultants watched them go.

"She seems deeply concerned about the life of her only child," Lassiter noted quietly. Juliet nodded.

"I agree. Detective Lassiter, before you go after this…Stein…I want you to look into Ms. Bensen a little closer." Vick ordered before walking back to her office.

Shawn sighed as he and Gus were left alone in the middle of the police station.

"Something is really off about all of this."

"You know that's right." Gus agreed, "You saw her reaction Shawn. That was messed up."

"No. Not that," He paused, "Well, maybe that too, but that's not what I meant." He put his hand to his head and closed his eyes in deep concentration. "This girl has a high profile father, who works constantly, and a staff of adults around all the time. But no one's focused on her." Gus frowned but knew better then to interrupt as Shawn thought through the case, "No one is following Millie. Everyone is trying to find someone to follow that will lead them to Millie." Shawn closed his eyes, the girls blue teddy bear flashed into his head. "We need to find the bear."

"What?"

"The bear! Millie had a bear, a big blue stuffed bear. She took it with her everywhere! It wasn't in her room. "Shawn explained excitedly.

Gus's eyes lit up as he caught on, "So if we follow the bear-"

"We find our missing girl." Shawn nodded. "I think so."

Gus frowned. "Wait. How do you plan on finding a stuffed animal?"

"Psychicly."

"Shawn."

Shawn glanced at the front door of the police department. All of their potential witnesses had just walked right out the door. "We go back to the house. Snoop around, maybe question the staff ourselves."

Shawn grinned and held out his fist. The two friends bumped fists and walked out of the department. Shawn paused, "Of course, before we go, we are gonna need more smoothies."

Gus nodded, "You know it."

Jordan Residence:

"And you are sure you don't remember who gave Millie her blue teddy bear?" Gus asked again.

"No," the chef, Elizabeth, said apologetically, "I've only been on staff a little over a year. Millie has had that bear for as long as I can remember." She frowned, "What…um…what is your friend doing?"

Gus glanced behind him; Shawn was picking up every picture, looking under seat cushions on the chairs, and generally…acting like himself. Gus sighed. "It's his process," he explained calmly.

Shawn picked up another picture. Millie was in a school uniform. Shawn closed his eyes and raised a hand to his temple; the red uniform looked familiar. He flashed through every non-dirty memory he had involving school uniforms. Meitner. That's where he recognized the uniform from.

"I'm sensing something." Shawn declared prophetically, "Millie was extremely gifted. She wasn't an ordinary seven year old!"

Elizabeth nodded, "Jeffery explained it to me once. She has perfect recall," Shawn blinked in surprise and glanced down at Gus, "She can recall any experience she's ever seen with-"

"Perfect photographic clarity," Shawn said absentmindedly, looking at the small girl in a completely new light. He turned back to the chef, "Yeah, Gus and I have had some experience dealing with that."

"Yeah. It really freaked me out the first time at dinner when she started reciting episodes of Barney and Arthur at the dinner table verbatim," Elizabeth explained with a shiver. Shawn grinned, he'd loved doing stuff like that as a kid.

Shawn frowned, "You said Jeffery explained it to you. Jeffery the butler?"

Gus groaned, "Not again."

Elizabeth nodded, "Yes, he's one of the oldest workers Mr. Jordan has on staff. He's known Millie since she was born."

Shawn nodded thoughtfully."Can we speak with him?" Gus inquired. She nodded. Shawn returned to rummaging around the room.

"He's upstairs," she stood, excusing herself.

"Woah." Shawn froze, his hand stuck deep behind a chair cushion. "Dude." He pulled his hand out, revealing a baggie filled with drugs.

Gus sighed. "That's messed up."

I know. What a let down of a cliff hanger huh. Well, I think you will all hopefully be MUCH more please with the next chap, as I said earlier.

I'm having a bit of a dilemna though and I am in desperate need of your opinion: This fic was originally constructed, in my mind, as a trilogy of short fics, all probably about 10 chapters long. This case, another case, and then my take on the Yin/Yang case. Since, as I mentioned before, I am currently writing the final chapter of the Millie Jordan 'episode' I wanted peoples opinion on something.

Should I wrap the fic up for good, or continue on with my plans for a trilogy?

Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading!