Beware: You've had Danger...now in the last 3 chapters you will see the other 2D's this story has promised. ;)

Juliet slammed her phone down with more force then was needed and massaged her temples. They'd scanned through all the missing person's cases reported in the last two weeks, hoping to find some lead that might bring them closer to Yin and nothing had turned up.

For all they knew Yin was just leading them on a wild goose chase to waste their time. It could be one last final game to show them who was in charge. There might not be another hostage. She glanced over at her equally agitated partner; Carlton was definitely starting to believe that. Or he hoped it at least.

The front door swung open violently and her eyes snapped up to the front door. Gus and Henry had come back. They'd been out looking for Shawn.

They were arguing. Henry ran his hand over his face, "Well, I don't know where else he could be Gus."

"I don't either, but that doesn't mean that he left," Gus said calmly. None of this was sitting well with him.

Henry sighed. The memory of Shawn leaving after high school without a word was still extraordinarily fresh in his mind. And after the trauma Shawn had been through in the last few days alone…well it could break anyone probably. Henry made a low growling noise in his throat. He didn't believe his son would just leave…Shawn was stronger then that. But given what Detective O'Hara had told him about her last encounter with Shawn…maybe he'd overestimated his son. Maybe he had left. No. No, Shawn wouldn't just…abandon them to face Yin. A cold chill swept through him; then where the hell was he?

Something-someone-collided with his shoulder, and suddenly McNabb was in front of him, practically sprinting to the Chief's office.

"We just got a new potential missing person's case!" he declared loudly, succeeding in getting the entire departments attention. Juliet was a half step faster than Lassiter in snatching the file and her face went white.

"O'Hara?" Lassiter grunted.

"It's an abandoned motor cycle," she whispered, feeling her mouth run dry, "Gus!" she yelled, shoving the file at him, "The license plate number, is that his?"her voice trembled. She didn't need to specify who 'he' was. She watched Gus read the information. His face turned green.

"Yeah, those are Shawn's plates," he said stiffly, handing the file to Henry so he could confirm it.

Henry glanced at it and gave a jerky nod in confirmation.

"We've had this wrong from the start," Juliet whispered quietly, "We thought we mattered in the game, but it's only Shawn Yin wanted. And now he has him," before anyone could stop her she was halfway down the stairs, sprinting towards the interrogation rooms.

Her hand was on the door handle, ready to burst into the interrogation room when Lassiter grabbed her from behind. He locked both of her arms with his and swung her away from the door so that he was between her and Yin. He was panting.

"Damnit O'Hara, you can't just charge in there," he hissed in a hushed voice as he tried to steady his breathing. "You run in there like that and Yin will run us all over town for fun," Juliet opened her mouth, hands trembling, ready to scream at her partner like she had never before done. This was Shawn they were talking about, this wasn't a random kidnapping, it was one of their own. Yin had already taken enough from her, he couldn't have Shawn too.

"It won't help Spencer," her partner said calmly, looking at her sternly.

Juliet closed her mouth, he was right of course. Carlton wanted to save Shawn just as bad as any of them. She couldn't stop the way her hands trembled though. She ran her shaking hand through her hair, determined to pull herself together, to be the professional she needed to be. "What do we do?" she asked fighting against the lump in her throat.

Satisfied that she wasn't going to make another go for the door, Carlton straightened up, smoothing down his rumpled tie. He exhaled deeply. "We go in there calmly. No emotion. Don't let him get a rise out of you," Carlton nodded, his nostrils flaring. "That's the only thing that has a chance O'Hara," he added levelly. She nodded numbly.

"Maybe we should talk to Mary," she added quietly. Carlton's lip curled in distaste-he hated having people advise him on how to do his job-but he nodded curtly in agreement. Carlton's eyes flickered to McNabb who was hurrying down the stairs towards them.

"McNabb, can you get Mary down here?" He barked. Lightly had been impossible to get rid of, this new psychologist it seemed had the exact opposite problem.

McNabb cringed, "She's on her way to the crime scene."

"What crime scene?"

"That's what I came down here to tell you guys, ah," McNabb scratched his ear as his eyes darted nervously towards Juliet, "A report just came in…the Yin/Yang symbol was burned into the front lawn of a house, the smoke caught the attention of people a few blocks away, who called it in…" he was shifting nervously avoiding Juliet's gaze altogether. She frowned, feeling her chest tighten, if it was Shawn…oh god…

"McNabb, spit it out, where was this," Lassiter growled, his thoughts obviously similar to his partners.

"It's at Declan Rand's house," McNabb winced.

Juliet froze, feeling the color leave her cheeks. That couldn't be right. There was no reason for Declan to be involved in this.

Lassiter swore softly under his breath, "Let's go O'Hara," he muttered. He glanced back at the interrogation room, where Yin was still sitting calmly, hands folded neatly on the table. "Leave him in there till we get back McNabb."

Declan Rand's Residence:

Juliet stood outside, watching the various police and forensic experts coming in and out of the mansion. Gus stood next to her, staring blankly at the house. She let out a deep breath, and leaned against the hood of the Blueberry, as she tried to wash away the image that seemed permanently burned into her brain. It had taken all of two seconds for the crime scene to overwhelm her, and she'd excused herself. It didn't make any sense. Declan had nothing to do with the Yin/Yang case. He'd barely known Shawn, had barely been in anyone's life, even hers, for more than a month.

It was just…so unfair. Declan had been an amazing and sweet guy who deserved an equally amazing girl…he'd been good to her-amazing actually-he just… hadn't been Shawn. She swallowed hard, trying to stop the way her mind raced whenever she thought of her fake psychic. What if this crime scene had been where they found Shawn? What if the next one was? A thousand scenarios, each more horrific than the last raced through her mind. Walking onto this crime scene, where she could tell the investigators which drawer the silverware was in, where to find the paper towels, a crime scene where she'd had breakfast more than once…it was too much.

But what if the next crime scene was the Psych Office? She felt the sting of tears in her eyes. She'd kill Yin. With icy clarity she realized that that was the only thing there would be to do. She shivered; it wouldn't come to that. It couldn't. Shawn had to be ok.

"This doesn't make sense Gus," she murmured, eyes glued on the symbol in the grass. "There were no notes, it wasn't a game…we had no warning…" No chance to save him.

Gus hesitated, "If Yin really does have Shawn, it's possible Yin just cut out the middlemen," Gus shrugged, trying to shake off a shiver, "The police have just been Yin and Yang's way of getting Shawn's attention."

Juliet's fist clenched and she felt herself tremble. But Shawn had beaten him before. Had saved the waitress and his mom from Yang. Had beaten Yin last time with his 'choice'. If Yang had played a game for Declan's life with Shawn and Shawn had lost…the knot in her stomach grew, almost making her double over….then what had Yin done with Shawn?

Lassiter emerged from the house, snapping his gloves off, his agitation almost oozing off of him. Mary walked stoically at his side.

Her partner licked his lips slowly before speaking, "The coroner estimates that he's been dead for maybe 2 hours," he sighed, "No more than four. Either way that means it's impossible that it was Yin since he's been in custody." He made a deep growling sound in his throat, "Maybe a copycat, someone wanted revenge for one of Declan's cases, heard about Yang's murder…"

Juliet shook her head, "No, Vick's managed to keep Yang's death quiet." She glanced at the large black circle on Declan's lawn, where the symbol was burned into the ground. "It was Yin… Somehow," she murmured.

Gus frowned, "Maybe…not…" He sighed, struggling to keep his composure, "When Shawn and I figured out that the clue in the note was Star Wars, we thought of something else: The Sith, there are always two of them. Never more or less."

"What are you saying Guster?" Mary inquired as she crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one foot.

"What if Yin found an apprentice?-A new Yang?"

A silence fell over them. It would explain the timing of Declan's death. But it also would mean that they'd have yet another murderer to capture. Juliet resisted the urge to scream. Finding Yin was supposed to be the end of the line. He was supposed to end the crazy train, not lead them to another killer.

"That would fit with the Star Wars theme," Lassiter muttered grudgingly.

Mary shook her head, "Yin was planning on centering his latest game around Star Wars themes and motifs. There's no reason to think that Yin actually operates like the Sith do."

"Except for the symbol itself," Juliet murmured, glancing sharply at their new criminal psychologist. Mary pursed her lips but didn't respond. "The Yin/Yang symbol has two sides. What would Yin be if he didn't have a Yang?"

Lassiter nodded silently in agreement. "I think it's finally time for us to go talk to Mr. Yin," his lips curled in distaste, and he glanced back at Declan's house over his shoulder, "I've seen enough here," he muttered darkly.

SBPD: Interrogation Room A:

"I was wondering when you'd return Detectives," Yin greeted, his voice calm and tranquil, as they entered the interrogation room. Yin grinned, "I've been sitting in here alone for quite some time, "he added.

Juliet pulled the folder she was carrying out from under her arm and pulled a picture out. She set it down on the table and slid it to Yin. "Tell me what you know about this man," she gestured to the picture of Declan, lying dead in his living room.

Yin glanced down at it, winced as if pained by the brutality of the picture, and then looked up again at the detectives. He grinned. "I don't know anything about this man's death Juliet."

"Detective O'Hara," she corrected icily.

Yin shrugged.

"We know you have an accomplice," Lassiter chimed in from his position leaning against the door frame. "An…'apprentice'," he added using air quotes.

Yin's back straightened almost imperceptibly.

"Who's the new Yang Rodger?" Juliet asked authoritatively.

Yin smiled, "I'm curious…who came up with this theory of yours?" He glanced at Carlton, "It's definitely not yours," his grin stretched as Lassiter bristled. He looked Juliet up and down, and Juliet suppressed the urge to cover her arms across her body as his eyes slithered across her, "It could be yours, well, in any other case, it could be yours," his eyes bore straight into hers for a long moment before he continued, "But you're much too…hmm what's the word…frazzled…by this case to come up with an idea like that," he pursed his lips, "Did Burton Guster really come up with it?" He sounded impressed.

Lassiter hesitated. It was time to take a risk, "Actually, it was Spencer's idea." He watched Yin's reaction carefully.

Yin pursed his lips into a thin line, but Lassiter saw the slightest glint in the serial killer's eye.

"Really," Yin said slowly.

"It was one of the last ideas he and Gus discussed before you abducted him," Juliet added quietly, staring vehemently at Yin.

Yin grinned, "Ah, and we have finally come to the heart of the matter," he shifted forwards in his chair, keeping his hands delicately folded in front of him.

"Where is he?" Juliet demanded, her fists clenching involuntarily.

Yin ignored her and turned to Lassiter with a bored look on his face, "I wasn't lying when I said I was sick you know," he shrugged, "I'm dying actually. Chances are, even if you push my trial through at light speed," he grinned, pleased with the reference, "and find a jury that will convict me within ten minutes," he licked his lips, allowing his eyes to return to Juliet, "I still won't see the inside of a prison."

"So?" Lassiter growled.

"So I really see no reason to help you Detective. Beyond your delightful company and subpar banter, you have absolutely nothing to offer me," he shrugged. "I'd like to go back to my cell now."

Yin's such a jerk. At least the gang is starting to put everything together! Only 2 more chapters in this fic! I can't believe it!

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