Chapter 9: Only One Man Left

Shawn crossed his arms over his chest in a huff as he stared out the window. The sick rookie lead, Officer Preston Webster, was a dead end. Unfortunately the man was actually sick, and it wasn't the prettiest of was vaguely aware of his best friend talking to him as he was more interested in looking out the small window. "I can't believe you wasted all that time, Shawn." The statement registered in his head and he only felt the slightest bit guilty for insisting the pair stair longer to see if the officer was truly sick or not. Long story short the second round of vomiting was the tipping point on the truth scale and the two made their exit quickly.

He pushed the events of the past hour out of his head and focused on the man sitting next to him, staring at him, actually. "Did you hear a word I just said, Shawn?"

Shawn looked away slightly and watched the street signs fly by the tiny blue car in an attempt to avoid his best friend's glare. "I was too busy thinking about our next approach to Detective Davidson, since he's the only suspect left," he quickly countered.

Gus tried hard to avoid rolling his eyes at the comment from his stubborn friend. "Well, if you would have listened to me, you would've known that I suggested we have a quick word with him at the station."

"What time was Davidson's anger management class?" Shawn asked suddenly, changing the topic of their conversation.

Gus faltered slightly as he recalled the information from the alibi paper. "From 2-3pm, I believe," he answered and watched the gears turn in Shawn's head at the new information. "Why?"

Shawn did a mental rerun of the timeline the day of the accident. The group was going over the case file for the majority of the day. After spending the day busy with the reports, they decided to take a small break and get some lunch. He glanced at the time on the clock by the station doors. 1:25pm. The accident occurred only a few minutes down the road, around 1:27pm. "If it was Davidson, he would've had exactly 33 minutes to take Lassie somewhere before making it ontime to his appointment," he explained. "We need to talk to the chief first."

Shawn forcefully pushed the door open to the chief's office, ignoring the sudden protests that came from the few people inside the room. He placed his index finger against his temple in his signature psychic position, not bothering with making a fool out of himself for dramatic effect, "Chief, I'm sensing a small flaw in the list of alibis."

A flaw might not have been the best word of choice Shawn could've used to describe the situation, as proven by the look of offense on the chiefs face. "Are you suggesting I was wrong, Mr. Spencer?" She asked through clenched teeth as she slowly rose from her seated position.

Immediately Shawn took up a defensive position with his hands raised slightly and one foot behind him for an easy escape if need be. "No, no, no. Of course not, Chief. It was a great list. Loved it as a matter of fact," he babbled.

The glare he was receiving from the Chief was enough for Shawn to regret everything he said. She didn't have to say anything, but Shawn knew he had to knock some sense into himself and say what he was meaning to. "What I mean, Chief, is that there was a small window of opportunity for Detective Davidson." He paused slightly as he watched the chiefs expression change from anger to shock. "I was just wondering if I could have a quick word with the detective."

The Chief returned herself to her seat and forced the emotion from her face like she usually did. "Of course. Just be careful, please," she advised Shawn before he turned on his heels and left the office.

Once out of the smaller room, Shawn immediately changed his course to where Detective Davidson would be found. "I'll take this sudden determination as a she said okay," his best friend Gus said when he managed to catch up to Shawn's pace.

"Why wouldn't she?" Shawn questioned without turning to look at his friend. "I have my ways, Gus.

Shawn felt his heart rate increase at the sight of Davidson exiting the file room and heading towards them. There he was. The only man capable of turning his back on the force. He looked up from the file he was holding and glanced at the pair. Shawn just barely noticed the smirk the detective was trying to hide. "Detective Davidson, a word please," Shawn stated sternly as he grabbed the detective's arm and led him back down the hall to the interrogation rooms.

The detective made no attempt to break from Shawn's death grip at any point during the short walk to an empty interrogation room. "Look, psychic," he spat at Shawn once alone in the room. "I don't appreciate having my time wasted. I have big boy work to do."

"Cut the crap, Davidson," Shawn said abruptly and the taller man was taken aback at the sudden shift in attitude. "I need to know exactly where you were at 1:30pm yesterday."

Davidson rolled his eyes at the accusation. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the brick wall before giving Shawn the information needed. "I was on my way to my mandatory anger management class. You can check the logs, I was there on time."

"And what route did you take to the class?" Shawn questioned. He gave himself a mental pat on the back when Davidson's eyes widened for a second before he regained his composure.

The detective ignored the question as he pushed himself off the wall and headed for the door to leave. "I don't have to sit here and listen anything you have to say," he growled.

His path to the door was blocked when Shawn stepped in front of him. "Surely if you're innocent, you wouldn't mind telling me the route you took," Shawn insisted with a slight smirk, knowing he'd hit a nerve with the detective.

Something inside Davidson snapped and he reached forward to grab handfuls of Shawn's shirt and shove him against the door he was just blocking. Shawn's breath hitched at the sudden impact against the metal door. "Listen here, psychic," he spat once again. "I know what's going on between you and detective Lassiter and I do not approve of it. If you don't back off, I will make your life a living hell."

Shawn felt the tips of his ears start to go red. He wasn't sure what he was more afraid of. Davidson knowing about the secret relationship, or the fact that he most likely kidnapped Lassiter and was now able to do whatever he wanted to the head detective. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," Shawn stuttered as he tried to lie his way out like he always did.

"For you considering yourself psychic, you never seem to notice when you're not actually alone," Davidson whispered as he leaned in closer to Shawn's ear. "And Lassiter is very paranoid, but he never thoroughly checks his surroundings.

Shawn tried desperately to push the detective off him, but his grip on his shirt wasn't budging one bit. He turned his head to the side, trying to get as far away as possible. Glancing down to the hands holding him against the door, he froze. His breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened. Peaking out slightly from underneath the detective's dress shirt was a brown rubber band. It was him. Detective Davidson was the one who broke into his apartment and destroyed his motorcycle. Detective Davidson was the one who somehow figured out the secret relationship. And detective Davidson was the one who caused the accident and kidnapped Lassiter. Shawn began to panic in the situation and his instincts kicked in. "Get off me you bitch!" Shawn yelled without warning and Davidson's grip faltered slightly at the sudden outburst. Without hesitation Shawn brought his knee up and slammed it in the spot no man wants to ever be hit. Davidson backed up as he hunched over in pain.

"I'm gonna kill you for that, psychic!" He yelled after Shawn as he quickly pulled the door open and ran out of the room towards safety.

Once Shawn finally climbed the last step into the main bullpen he allowed himself to breathe. He looked over his shoulder for any sign of Davidson following him, but there was none… yet. Shawn frantically looked at his surroundings, going in circles. Finally he spotted Juliet getting settled in her desk and he beelined towards her.

Juliet glanced up when she heard footsteps approaching her desk. "Hey, Shawn," she said simply when she recognized his shoes right away. After he didn't reply she looked up in confusion. Something was definitely wrong. Shawn was sweating, fidgeting nervously with a string on his shirt, and he wasn't making eye contact as he continued to glance somewhere behind her. "Is everything alright?"

"Uh, no. Everything is most definitely not alright." Shawn kept shifting his gaze from Juliet to look behind her.

Juliet gave in to her inner questions and turned to look behind herself, seeing nothing. "Shawn, I'm not the psychic one here. You have to actually tell me what's wrong."

"First of all, have you seen Gus? I really could've used his help and he bailed." Shawn drifted slightly off topic at the realization that his best friend was suddenly nowhere to be found. Juliet mumbled something about him going to the bathroom and Shawn continued with his speech. Although the second part came out more rushed and more fearful as Shawn spotted Davidson almost reaching the tops of the stairs. "Second of all, I am 99% certain that it was Detective Davidson who's behind everything and he's kind of on his way to seriously hurt me."

As soon as Shawn finished explaining himself Juliet turned around to face the detective who was on his way over to the pair. "Shawn, I need proof. I can't just put him under arrest without evidence," Juliet quickly turned again to say to Shawn, worried about the look Davidson was giving Shawn.

Shawn started to back away slowly as Davidson crossed the bullpen quicker Gab he had expected. "There's really not enough time to explain, Jules. But if you don't do something now, I don't think he's going to stop."

Juliet held back a sigh and turned back to face Davidson. "Detective Davidson, just the man I wanted to see. I need you to.." she tried to distract him, though she was unfortunately cut off halfway through by Davidson blindly walking by her.

Shawn's first instinct was to run. His second instinct was to fight back. And his third instinct was to stay put and let Davidson do whatever so he would be arrested legally. Unfortunately for Shawn, he was stupid enough to go with the third option. He planted his feet firmly into the ground and curled his hands into fists at his sides, bracing himself for the incoming pain.

He saw the fist coming from miles away. It wasn't a special hit, or a surprising hit, just a simple punch to the cheek. Although Shawn knew what was coming, he couldn't help it when his head turned with the force and he let himself drop to the floor.

In the time it took Shawn to register that he'd been punched and start to push himself off the floor, Davidson had been apprehended by multiple officers and Shawn was vaguely aware of the chief yelling out orders.

Once he managed to get his feet under him Juliet was by his side saying something along the lines of "that was very stupid Shawn" or "why didn't you warn me". But Shawn didn't care about anything other than the sight of Davidson being placed in the handcuffs he deserved.

Shawn could feel as the area under his left eye began to swell, and he felt a drop of blood fall from a small cut in the middle of the swelling. Juliet made an attempt to clean his face for him and he swatted her away. "Look, Jules, I'm fine. We need to talk to that son of a bitch right now. He knows where Lassie is."