It was smelling salt that finally roused Shawn to consciousness. He coughed, his eyes still closed, leaning as far away as he could from the offending chemical pressed tightly against his nose. It was only when he struggled that he felt the restraints on his wrists. Shawn's eyes shot open, the memories of his bike ride rushing at him. The nearly deserted stretch of highway, Yin…oh god. Only then did the pain hit.

His right knee was definitely messed up. He tried to flex it and winced. Running was definitely a no go. But if he had to he could walk on it; just not very fast…well at least he hoped he could walk on it. His ribs and back were black and blue at the very least, maybe broken. His left wrist felt bloated; probably broken. All things considered, for being run off the high way without a helmet? He was beyond lucky. A stab of pain went through his leg and he groaned loudly. Yeah. Real lucky.

"Ah, there he is," Yin muttered as he watched the fake psychic's eyes flutter open. Shawn suppressed a shiver. Yin's voice was so creepy. How had he not recognized it before?

Steeling himself, jaw tight, Shawn turned towards Yin slowly.

"Rodger," Shawn greeted stiffly.

Rodger chuckled. "You can just call me Yin now Shawn. Rodger's just the name paying the bills."

Shawn nodded, someone as smart as Yin was probably using a stolen id. Unless he was really cocky.

He desperately hoped Yin was that cocky.

"What exactly do you want from me? The location of the Rebel Base?" Shawn quipped, his face curling in distaste.

Yin laughed loudly at this, his voice booming through the small dark room. "I'm so glad you figured out my clue. I knew you would. I don't think it was as good any of my Hitchcock material. But," he shrugged, "The time table was moved up. Preparations and meticulous planning had to be…expedited."

"Right." Shawn pursed his lips.

Yin smiled again gleefully, "You'll understand what I mean soon enough. And don't worry. You aren't Princess Leia," He paused, "While hardly a direct translation, that's one of the roles more reserved for Detective O'Hara."

Shawn stiffened, feeling his hands tremble. "You've already played your game with her once. Leave her out of this," he said icily.

Yin smiled. "Are you still mad about what happened last year Shawn?" Yin frowned, looking hurt, and put his hands on his knees to squat down to Shawn's eye level "Shawn, I was just trying to help you. "

Shawn lunged against his restraints, causing another shock of pain to run through his body. Yin giggled and clapped his hands. Shawn gasped as he waited for the pain to subside before speaking, "Like hell you were," he hissed.

Yin's smile turned sad, as if wounded he'd been misunderstood. "Shawn, do you know why you're here?" He folded his arms across his chest, one finger thrumming on his arm impatiently as he cocked an eyebrow at Shawn.

Shawn seethed as he stared up at Yin, his jaw tightening, "I have a 'choice' to make," he recited the note left at the scene of Yang's murder.

Yin nodded. "Very good Shawn. I'm so glad I found someone with such a keen eye for detail," his grin was toothy. He strode over to a small table, picking up a picture frame there; he ran his fingers over the frame affectionately. "It's not the same sort of choice this time of course. The only quasi love triangle in Star Wars was a little perverse, even to me," He turned to Shawn, "To be honest, I'm still not sure I see the point. Leia kissed Luke in the second movie and in the third she's suddenly his sister. Lucas really should have just chosen love interest or family relations. Incest is so…tasteless," he shrugged. "But look at me, rambling about things that happened long long ago," Yin shook his head, grinning again.

"The choice you have to make this time is…even more important," Yin sighed, "You're future has been of great concern to me for some time."

Shawn nodded slowly, "My…future," he repeated slowly.

"When you abandoned a collegiate future and ran away, it was most disappointing. Nearly crushed Yang. She'd had such high hopes," Yin scolded.

Shawn felt his throat tighten. How long had Yin been watching him? He'd thought he'd drawn their attention because of Psych. But if that wasn't true…"Well, I'd hate to disappoint the serial killer who has me tied to a chair," Shawn muttered darkly staring at Yin.

"I must say, I'm absolutely delighted by your moxie Shawn," still holding the picture frame Yin moved back towards Shawn, "Neither your girl next door or your femme fatale could do more than whimper when I had them. A little guts…from someone in your position, it certainly is a pleasant change."

Shawn clenched his fists. "Yes, a little fire is just what you need," Yin muttered. "As I was saying Shawn, you have been a prime candidate for quite a while," he showed the picture to Shawn, taking delight in the way the fake psychic's eyebrows shot up and his face paled. Shawn swallowed hard. The picture was of him, standing with Yang at the police station over twenty years ago. It wasn't possible.

"That's obviously fake," Shawn muttered, jerking his head to the side when he decided he no longer needed to see it.

Yin made a disapproving clicking noise in his throat, "You don't remember? Well Shawn. I must say, I am disappointed. And I know if Yang was not currently resting at the city morgue office she would be weeping. She was so overjoyed to find you. She was disappointed that she couldn't claim you actually. I think that's why she interrupted your test last year honestly. If she couldn't have you, no one would," Yin sighed again, staring down at the picture nostalgically.

"Claim me?" Shawn repeated. Whatever that was, it sounded bad.

Yin's eyes shot up as he heard the confusion in Shawn's voice. "Yes, Shawn. Claim you. You developed into much too much of a lose canon to be a Yang," he thumped Shawn hard on the heart, causing a flash of pain to shoot through the younger man's body, "In here, where it counts? You've always had a bit more Yin in you," Yin's grin was proud, almost fatherly.

Shawn definitely didn't like where this was going," What the hell are you talking about?" he felt his voice crack.

Yin smiled, "Ah, finally past the bravado are we?" Yin sighed and removed his hat, "Shawn, in all things, there is a delicate balance. A good and a bad. Light, dark. The red light sabers and the blue ones. This is especially true in of our line of work," Yin explained slowly.

"Our line of work?" Shawn questioned.

Yin nodded, "Yes, you, me, your detective friends, Yang. All of us. The business of life and death. Saving and killing. It's quite a clever balance. You almost can't see it," Yin giggled, and leaned in closer, as if he was revealing the secrets of the universe to his captive, "The 'heroes' of society, the police, the army, the firefighters. They have number s on their side. Public funding. Their strength lies in their unity and in the size of their force. But society has just as much need for the likes of me and Yang Shawn. Without us, without the arsonist for the firefighters, and the wars for the soldiers, what happens to the world? Utopia? Hardly," he was irritated now, "The worlds balance would be skewed, so skewed and disfigured it wouldn't know how to right itself. The police are no longer needed? They stop being funded. No fires? No firefighters. No wars? No soldiers. None of these people employed…? No 'comparable 'evil' to the comparable 'good'? Well I could bore you with the statistics, but I won't, since as I said earlier, time is working against us now. But eventually Shawn, without a counter weight society would collapse. What we have now, is as close to utopia as we will ever get," Yin ran a hand through his thinning hair, "That counter weight? It's me. It's Yang. It's people like us who provide that balance. What we lack in numbers, we make up for in brilliance, and unyielding dedication to the cause," Yin smiled warmly at the man in front of him. "You could say we bring balance to the force," he added glibly.

Shawn swallowed down the rising bile in his throat, "So I'm curious, as a child did you start with the typical ant under a magnifying glass in the sun bit like most sociopaths, or did you branch out?"

The serial killer grinned again, "I preferred wings on butterfly's, but that's neither here nor there in the grand scheme of things." Yin turned away suddenly, putting the picture of Yang and Shawn back on the table. "I told you that time was short didn't I Shawn?" he asked quietly.

Since he wasn't looking Shawn didn't fight the shiver that ran through him, "Yeah, you mentioned it."

"I'm dying."

Shawn blinked. "I sincerely hope you aren't expecting my condolences."

Yin huffed.

Both men remained silent for a long time, until Yin finally spoke again.

"Star Wars really is the perfect metaphor for our struggle Shawn," his fingers again traced the portrait, grazing around Yang's face affectionately, "The Jedi had great numbers on their side. But the Sith? Always two. No more. No less," with a sigh he turned to Shawn again. "Can you see what I'm getting at yet?"

Shawn could hear the blood pounding in his ears. He was certainly beginning to have his suspicions. "Possibly," he admitted barley able to make his voice work.

Yin grinned, "Perceptive. You were obviously no substitute for Yang-not that a replacement is needed anymore, but you have an air of Yin to you," he pursed his lips, "I just wish we had been able to get to you a bit younger. That usually helps," he shrugged, "That's why I went after Ms. Lytar and Detective O'Hara actually, a…catalyst, of sorts, would have been ideal in helping to convert you to our cause. Not unlike when Anakin lost Padme no?"

Shawn laughed, "I'll never join you," he sneered.

Yin giggled in delight, "Careful Shawn. The last person to say that lost their hand," he glanced down at Shawn's swollen wrist pointedly.

Yin reached for his hat and pulled on his trench coat. "Sadly, our time together is coming to an end."

"What do you mean?"

Yin smiled sadly. "From order," he pointed to Yang's picture, "Came chaos," he pointed to himself, "And then from Chaos came order, and now again, from order," he sighed, "Will come chaos," he pointed to Shawn. "I can't train you Shawn. It's goes against the way of things," he sounded apologetic, "But I can assure you, even though the new Yang is young, she showed the most promising levels of sadism when she murdered her predecessor," Yin smiled proudly. "I'm sure she will do a marvelous job with your training. I have no doubt that you will get alone splendidly."

Shawn felt his throat tighten, "You didn't kill Yang?"

Yin laughed, "No, of course not. I was only there in a supervisory capacity. Yang killed the former Yang."

Shawn swallowed, "Oh. That makes more sense," he muttered.

Yin laughed again. "Shawn, it truly has been lovely meeting you," he moved to shake Shawn's hand then reconsidered. "But now I really must be off. Your friends at the police department have recently come across some…major breaks in the case. Silly 'errors' on my part," his eyes sparkled deviously, "it will lead them right to 'Rodger's' house on the other side of town. I had best hurry if I wish to beat traffic. I need to seem completely and utterly shocked when they come barging in," he raised a finger to his mouth contemplating, "I was thinking they could catch me in the middle of a sandwich, my feet up, shoes off, watching a Star Wars marathon," he grinned at Shawn, "How do you think that would go over? Would it be a sufficient ego boost for them to catch me so completely off guard? I do think they need those little pick me ups every once in a while."

"You're sick," Shawn managed, trying to stop his teeth from chattering as he shivered.

"Oh? Is the sandwich too much?" Yin moved towards the door.

"Oh and Shawn, you should probably know, 'It's a trap!'" Yin grinned deviously, proud of his impression of Admiral Ackbar. He paused at the door, "Actually that's not entirely true," he turned back to Shawn, "I just got caught up in all of the Star Wars references we've had today, but one should never use pop culture references as well known as that in improper context," Yin shrugged, "It's more of a diversion than a trap really. It will keep them from looking too hard for you I suspect. Which is what we need. Time."

"They'll figure it out! They'll stop you!" Shawn screamed, ignoring the pain he fought against his restraints. Yin exited and a moment later, the door slammed shut.

"You should probably relax Shawn. No use fighting against those knots. I tied them myself," a familiar voice said, emerging from the doorway. She grinned down at him. Something large and metallic was in her hands. In Shawn's opinion, it looked much too sinister to be anything good.

Shawn laughed. "Oh you've got to be kidding me," he stomped his uninjured foot in frustration; Yin had orchestrated all of this and was playing them again. "Hello Mary."

"No need to be so formal Shawn," the woman grinned, "We're coworkers now. Call me Yang."

Across Town:

"This tip was good O'Hara. We need to move now. We can't wait for Spencer to answer his damn phone," Lassiter hissed as they watched the Swat teams move into position around the house of one Rodger Larson. Larson's name and address were the ones credited as the owner of the Smoothie stand that had drugged Spencer. The fact that his house had actually been in the system-and hadn't lead them on a wild goose hunt- had been a pleasant surprise. It was the break in the case they needed.

"This seems too easy," Juliet murmured again, her hands white around her seat belt. Lassiter's gaze flickered over her briefly.

"O'Hara can you handle this?"

Juliet smiled slightly, forcing herself not to tremble. "I'll be fine Carlton," she had no choice. This wasn't just about her anymore. After what he'd put Shawn through…there was no way she could back down. "But thank you," she added, giving her partner a reassuring smile. Lassiter grunted and resumed watching the teams move into position.

A swat leader approached them, "There was a wire running the perimeter of the house. We suspect it would have triggered a self destruct of sorts…it was connected to a gas line. Could have blown the whole place if we hadn't spotted it. It's been disabled though," he nodded seriously, "Whenever you're ready."

Lassiter cocked his gun and glanced at O'Hara who nodded. "We're ready."

Feeling her heart thumping in her ears, Juliet watched as Carlton gave the signal, busting down the front door. They entered the house guns blazing. The television was on. She swallowed hard. The Star Wars theme song was playing.

They approached the living room quickly. A man was sitting on the couch, eating a sandwich. He turned to them when they entered and Juliet sucked in a breath. The man definitely matched the description Shawn and Gus had given to the sketch artist. It was Yin.

"Can I help you officers?" The man asked calmly.

Lassiter snarled. "O'Hara, would you care to do the honors?" He glanced quickly at his partner to gauge her reaction.

Juliet swallowed and braced herself. "I'd love to," she holstered her gun and pulled out her cuffs. He didn't resist. "Rodger Larson, you are under arrest…" the words came out automatically as she went through the motions. Even though she felt elated to finally put Yin in cuffs, she couldn't shake the feeling that this had just been too easy. Above all, she just wished Shawn was there to see it.