A/N: I just wanted to apologize for the lack of uploads lately. I've been on break and I was really struggling to write this halter because I wanted it to be good. With that being said, I hope you enjoy this extremely long chapter.

A/N #2: I also wanted to say that the address given for the warehouse is an actual warehouse in Santa Barbara that I looked up on the trusty dusty google.

Chapter 11: Lost But Found

The only sound that echoed throughout the small viewing room was the repetitive tap, tap, tap, of Shawn's sneaker on the concrete floor. He hadn't been able to stop the uncontrollable tapping since Juliet went in to interrogate the rogue cop.

Shawn watched Juliet's facial expression change to match her tone of voice and he frowned. She wasn't getting anywhere with him. Davidson was refusing to tell anyone anything, and the chief was refusing to let Shawn into the interrogation room.

It was obvious why Shawn wasn't allowed in the room with the man who assaulted him just minutes earlier, and that made him more furious because Davidson was getting away with everything. Lassiter was missing, most likely injured as well, and the Chief wouldn't let Shawn help get the information out of his captor.

He was pulled out of whatever sort of trance he was in when Juliet suddenly emerged from the other room, slamming the metal door behind her. She turned to face the chief, shielding Shawn out of their conversation.

Shawn chuckled at her attempt to keep him out as he perked his head up and listened carefully. His hearing wasn't part of his "special gift", but if he focused he could usually make out most of the information.

In this case, Juliet was telling the Chief that Davidson wasn't talking and their only hope was to send Shawn in. He turned his attention back to the one way glass, focusing on the man handcuffed to the table.

"Shawn, if you want, you can go talk to him," the Chief offered calmly to him after she stepped away from Juliet.

He turned back to where the Chief was standing and nodded his head slightly. "Thank you," was all he said before stepping around her and pushing open the metal door.

Shawn took a deep breath before putting his first foot in the room and approaching the lone metal table in the center of the brick room. His gaze shifted to the mirror on his left and he hoped Davidson wouldn't spill anything about his relationship. He wanted to keep that under wraps as long as he possibly could.

Shaking himself from his thoughts he looked back to the detective sitting in front of him. Davidson had a smirk drawn across his face, and Shawn surpassed the urge to shiver at the sight.

As he forced himself to relax, he leaned forward and placed his free hand on the table, letting his right arm hang freely in its sling. "So, Davidson, how long have you been attending your anger management classes?" Shawn started off calmly and off subject to ease the detective into talking, and not risk anything else slip.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Davidson spoke up. "About a month now," he mumbled.

A switch flipped in Shawn's mind and he leaned closer to the detective. "Why, exactly, were you given mandatory anger management classes in the first place?" He questioned, even though he was starting to get a rough idea.

Davidson raised an eyebrow at Shawn's sudden change in demeanor, though it didn't stop him for answering the question. "I punched another officer," he answered flatly.

Shawn nodded his head at the reply as if it didn't affect him, when he was actually forcing himself to avoid any celebratory outbursts. "And why would you do such a thing, Detective?"

At this question, Davidson turned his attention back to the table and refused to look back up at the man questioning him.

"Is it because said officer was going to out you for your connection to the Cinco Reyes?" Shawn suggested and Davidson popped his head up quickly at the statement.

"What? How did you…" Davidson began saying but quickly shut his mouth when he realized he almost confessed.

Shawn slammed his fist down on the table, causing Davidson to jump in his shocked state, before he continued. "Let me guess… You encountered a Cinco Reyes member in a drug trade, and you figured you could make a little money on the side tipping them off?" Shawn hypothesized and he could tell he was starting to get into Davidson's head. "You must've made good money working with them, am I right?"

"ENOUGH!" Davidson suddenly yelled as he balled his hands into fists and reached as far forward as he could for Shawn, which wasn't very far thanks to the handcuffs linking him to the table, and Shawn quickly jumped back to avoid any conflict.

Mentally he gave himself a pat on the back for pushing Davidson to his breaking point as he slowly approached the table once again. "Obviously Detective Lassiter got too close to figuring you out, so you did the only thing you could think of. You kidnapped him."

Shawn watched as Davidson was no longer looking at him like he wanted to kill him, instead he was simply staring at the chain that prevented him from doing so. He found himself slightly startled when the detective spoke up.

"Fine. I'll admit it. I was selling information to the Cinco Reyes when we were getting close to finding them," he confessed without looking up from the table.

Shawn leaned against the table like he was previously. "Where's Lassiter?" He asked simply and sternly.

Davidson was silent for a few moments as if he was contemplating actually giving away the location. "11 Anacapa street," he answered after deep thought.

Immediately after hearing the address, Shawn turned on his heels and reached for the door handle. He stopped dead in his tracks when Davidson continued speaking.

"You might want to hurry. Moreno doesn't like your ways," he hissed before Shawn had the chance to leave. "He's probably going to make Lassiter pay for it."

When Shawn was certain Davidson was done talking, he pulled the door open and hurried out. Just as he figured, the others who he presumed were watching the whole time and preparing the department to go get their head detective back, had already left the viewing room except for one Juliet O'Hara.

"What did he mean by "your ways", Shawn?" She asked cautiously, not sure of what the answer could possibly be.

Shawn was shocked at the question and said the first thing that came to his mind. "My psychic abilities, Jules. Now come on, we have to get Lassie back." He hoped he was convincing enough in his quick cover up, and let out a small breath of relief when she nodded her head and followed him out of the viewing room.

Shawn watched as the beautiful city scape faded into the bland, gray industrial warehouse zone as the car continued to drive. It was finally done. After two long days of being without his boyfriend, they were finally going to get him. His condition was still unknown at this point, since Davidson refused to give up anymore information, but everyone was assuming for the worst.

"Mr. Spencer!"

He suddenly looked up from the spot on the window he'd taken an interest in for the past few minutes. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he looked up to see the chief staring at him and waiting impatiently. "Sorry," he mumbled more to himself as he turned in his seat to focus his attention on her.

The Chief reached into the backseat to hand Shawn a decently thick file folder. "Santiago Moreno," she explained simply.

Looking down at the file in his hands he raised an eyebrow at the name. Moreno was who Davidson mentioned as he was exiting the interrogation room. "Who exactly is he?" He questioned as he began to flip through the pages and pictures within the folder.

"Leader of the Cinco Reyes for the last three years," she straightened in her seat before she continued. "One tough son of a bitch to catch. Always managed to escape our grip, though now that we have Davidson in custody I think today is the day we finally catch him."

He closed the file and handed it back to her, having memorized all the documents inside already. "What do you need me to do?"

Turning her head to look out the window at the building they were slowly approaching she answered him sternly, "Stay back."

"But Chief!" He exclaimed, almost shooting out of his seat to argue.

She turned back to face him with a frown on her face, and Shawn struggled to decipher it as fear or sorrow. "We cannot afford to lose you and you are technically a civilian so you are to stay back until the area is clear."

Shawn nodded his head at her statement and looked down to his lap where he fiddled with a loose string on his sling.

The drums would never stop. Even while unconscious the concert continued to play out in his head. Sighing, he opened his eyes again to see what (if anything) had changed around him.

The only significant change was the number of people within the room had been decreased to just one other gang member, seemingly keeping an eye on Lassiter. Though he did notice his shirt had been buttoned back up sometime in his lack of consciousness.

He glanced ahead of him to the set of double doors leading to the outside and concluded it was still daytime, as seen by the stream of light filtering through the crack in the door, unless it was the next day. At this point the lone gang member in the room had noticed his wake and was heading to get the boss.

Just what Lassiter needed. More pain. What Lassiter wasn't expecting, was the fear on Moreno's face. The man in question leaned down to his level and looked him in the eyes as he cracked his knuckles. "Allow me to apologize for my abruptness, but plans have changed. I was hoping to spend more time with you, unfortunately our times up."

Confusion was the only emotion Lassiter was feeling. Not scared at the sudden change in Moreno. Not cheerful that this was ending soon. Simply confused at his meaning. Then he heard it. It was quiet, but easily recognizable. Sirens, in the distance, getting closer.

He had to fight the smile from creeping across his face in fear Moreno would lash out. Although it seems he heard the sirens as well and he lashed out anyhow. Taking a small step back he slammed his fist into Lassiter's jaw.

His head jerked to the side with the force of the punch and he felt the blood drip from the fresh split lip he was just given. Turning his head back to face Moreno he chuckled slightly and decided to speak up. "Why don't you just give it up, Moreno? Soon enough most of the entire SBPD is going to burst through those doors and the gig will be up."

Moreno, not happy with the comment, snarled at Lassiter. Without any warning a fist was forced into the detective's gut. Instantly full of regret from speaking up, he doubled over in pain. Fire spread across his abdomen at the hit. The fresh wounds that were hidden under his thin shirt had started to bleed again, staining the lower half of the fabric.

A hand gripping a fistfull of his hair and shoving backwards forced him to sit up right, stretching out the cuts and feeding the fire that had settled on top of them. He hissed in pain through clenched teeth as Moreno spoke.

"As much as I would like to continue this little session," he started and paused only to reach into his pocket for another knife, probably the same one that left behind the word on his stomach. "I'm afraid it's time for this to end."

Lassiter watched carefully as the knife was brought closer to him before it changed course and lodged itself under the rope that held his wrists to the wooden chair. With one swift movement the rope split and Moreno moved to his other wrist.

Fear began to kick in once his limbs were freed from the chair, only free momentarily before his wrists were tied together, and Moreno began to lift him out of the chair he was previously confined to. He leaned heavily on the taller man to keep from falling as he was down to one leg.

In an instant Lassiter found himself suddenly in front of Moreno facing the double doors dead ahead. He watched carefully as the metal doors were thrown forward and light flooded the warehouse. Lassiter had to raise his hands to block the sun from blinding himself as he watched members of the SBPD entered with their guns raised. The knife was lifted and pressed against his throat once the action calmed down and the officers took position aiming in their direction.

"Drop the knife, Moreno!" He heard someone yell out, and he recognized the voice immediately. He strained against the pressure on his throat to find who the voice belonged to. When he finally saw his partner Juliet O'Hara he relaxed slightly. She would do everything in her power to keep him safe.

He continued to scan the crowd for someone else. Someone he knew wouldn't leave his side no matter what. Someone who never left his mind for the duration of this ordeal. Someone he loved.

Lassiter let out a breath of relief at the sight of Shawn. The younger man pushed his way through the members of the SBPD, many of which were not happy with his decision, especially the Chief who was standing a few feet away.

As Shawn pushed his way through the lines, careful not to bump into anyone, he saw him. And he looked like hell. A trail of dried blood emerged from his hairline, fresh blood dropped from his bottom lip, bruises formed on his cheek bones, and Shawn found it hard to look at the lower portion of the man standing ahead of him. Clearly his leg was broken and was doing no good in keeping him standing, his leaning on Moreno was doing a better job at that, and Shawn had trouble deciphering if the blood stain on his shirt was fresh or if it had been there for a while.

Shaking his head slightly to pull himself from his thoughts he made eye contact. Never had he ever seen Lassiter's eyes filled with so much fear, he was just glad to see he still had a glimpse of hope as well. As long as Lassiter didn't give up on himself, he would make it out alive.

"Drop the guns or he's dead!" Moreno yelled suddenly, breaking the eerie silence that had filled the room.

Shawn watched as Juliet tightened her grip on her gun, looking for any open shot. "You know we can't do that!" She shot back to the criminal, as her face remained neutral.

Moreno frantically glanced around the room. He was completely surrounded. No way of escape no matter what he did. His grip on the knife tightened and Shawn panicked.

"Take the shot, Jules!" Shawn whispered to his side, not to alert the target.

Juliet scowled as she kept her focus ahead of her. "I don't have one, Lassiter is too close."

It seemed as if Moreno could sense the tension rising, and his time running out. With one quick movement he raised his hand above his head, intending to plunge the knife somewhere into Lassiter.

However, he didn't get far before the first shot rang out, causing the knife to fall from his hand. Moreno simply stared at the new hole in the palm of his hand, forgetting about his hostage.

Without any hesitation two more shots were fired from somewhere within the line, one hitting the left side of Moreno's chest, the other hitting the right side. After what seemed like ages, Moreno crumpled to the ground with a slim chance of survival.

Shawn watched with fear as Lassiter quickly followed Moreno to the floor due to his lack of support. Ignoring the protests of other officers, mainly the Chief, Shawn sprinted across the concrete floor before coming to a kneeling halt by Lassiter's side.

Up close Lassiter looked even more like hell. Dark circles took up the area under his eyes, the left side of his face was slightly swollen around the bruises, and he was starting to shiver even though it was scorching hot in the warehouse.

Remembering the blood soaked shirt, Shawn turned his focus to Lassiter's abdomen. From this distance he was able to tell that the blood had yet to dry, meaning there was a fresh wound that needed pressure.

He slipped off his top layer, disregarding the sling as it dropped to the floor. As he sat there in his undershirt he dreaded what he would find under the now red fabric across Lassiter's stomach.

Pushing all thoughts aside he reached for the buttons and instead of undoing them one by one, he grabbed a fistful of fabric and tugged, revealing the cuts across his stomach as buttons clattered against the concrete floor.

Shawn gasped the second he made sense of the cuts and it took all of his courage not to turn away from the sight ahead of him. Thankfully none of the cuts looks too deep to cause any major damage, but Shawn worried about the amount of blood. Quickly he pressed his extra shirt against Lassiter's abdomen, also taking the opportunity to block the horrific sight from his coworkers. Involuntarily Shawn felt himself flinch slightly as Lassiter's breath hitched at the sudden force against his stomach and he hissed in pain.

Without releasing any pressure from the balled up fabric against the cuts, Shawn turned to hover over Lassiter's face and smile slightly. "Hey, everything's going to be fine, okay?" Shawn said calmly in an attempt to comfort Lassiter.

Lassiter looked up at Shawn as he spoke, ignoring what he was saying as he just took in his appearance. He was truly worried that he would never get the chance to see those beautiful hazel eyes again, and now he felt it difficult to look away.

Tossing all hell to the window, Lassiter reached his bound wrists up to grab fistfuls of the white fabric and pull Shawn down into a sudden yet needed kiss.

Shawn melted into Lassiter at the warmth of his lips against his own. He reached his free hand down to cup the non-bruised side of Lassiter's face, as his casted arm continued to hold the fabric against his stomach.

Lassiter was the first to pull away and break the connection, and Shawn frowned. Resting his head carefully against the concrete floor, Lassiter looked up to the man above him and smiled. "I love you, Shawn," he mumbled out before his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness.

Shawn's heart raced at not only the words that left Lassiter's mouth, but the sight of him now unresponsive on the ground. Carefully he tapped against his cheeks in an attempt to wake him up, but inevitably that failed.

Before it even registered in Shawn's head that they had called for an ambulance to be on sight, he was being lifted off the ground and ushered away from the man he didn't get the chance to say "I love you" back to. He fought with all his will against the medics who pushed him away from the scene, desperately trying to get back to where he previously was.

A sudden hand on his arm cause him to jump and turn to see who the culprit was. Somehow he found himself shocked to see that it was in fact Juliet, attempting to help calm him down. "If we leave now we can meet them at the hospital," she offered to Shawn in his emotional state. Frantically he nodded his head at the offer, not finding any words to show his appreciation.

He followed Juliet's lead of climbing into the empty unmarked cruiser as he watched Lassiter's stretcher being loaded into the ambulance ahead of them. Subconsciously he reached his hand up to lightly brush over his lips, fearing that would be the last time he felt Lassiter's lips against his.