A/N: Sorry for the late update everyone. My Beta reader refused to read this for a while. I've had it done for a month. . Damn husband! Please make sure to drop a review. It would totally make my day.

Chapter 5: The call

"He's up to something." Shawn said.

Gus took one last look around Chance Worthington's office as they stepped back into the corridor, trying to calculate just how much bigger it was than every place he'd ever lived put together.

"Yeah, he's up to about five billion dollars as far as I can tell." Gus said.

"And how do you think he got all that money?" Said Shawn.

"Did you not listen to a word he had to say earlier?" Gus said. "He inherited his brother's assets, not to mention he's a wealthy invest-"

Shawn raised a hand to cut him off. "Isn't it suspicious that a day after Chance Worthington's murder his will is under investigation? That apparently a new will just turned up out of the blue. Doesn't that strike you as odd?"

"Not necessarily," Gus said. "It could have been a complete coincidence."

"Exactly!"

"Exactly what?"

"Exactly what Auric Goldfinger said: First time its happenstance. Second time it's coincidence. Third time is enemy action."

Gus tried to follow his logic. "Then this isn't even a coincidence. We're still on happenstance. You know, I was prepared to share your prejudices and suspicions about this man, but I think he's pretty clearly proved you wrong. He's been nothing but friendly and welcoming since we got here." Gus said. "You can't stand this guy because he's one man that isn't going to let you manipulate him. You can't take advantage of Bradley Worthington, so you have to find some way to say he's a bad guy."

"I do not take advantage of people." Shawn Said.

"You've been taking advantage of me since we were kids." Gus Said.

Shawn scoffed and proceeded back down the corridor towards Kaylee's room until his gaze fell on a picture on the wall. In the picture the woman was sitting on a swing, obviously pregnant, with a smiling man standing behind her, which he recognized as Chance Worthington.

"She was beautiful wasn't she?" The man said quietly, almost whispering.

Gus and Shawn wheeled around to find the chauffeur standing there. He took a few steps towards Shawn and Gus and gently removed the picture off the wall, caressing the glass over her cheek. "Her name was Sophia. She was Kaylee's mother." He said. "She passed away when Kaylee was just a small child."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Shawn said.

"Me too," He whispered. "She was loved dearly."

Smiling he hung the picture back on the wall and led them down to Kaylee's room. "This is Miss Kaylee's room." He said, opening the bedroom door, motioning Shawn and Gus to enter. "I hope you can find something that will lead you to her whereabouts. She has high faith in you Mr. Spencer. All she ever does is talk about your accomplishments."

Gus forced himself to suppress a grin, he could have sworn he saw Shawn blush for a moment, but refrained from saying anything. "Are you kidding?" Shawn waved his arm around the room. One wall was covered by a flat-screen TV the size of the freeway exit sign.

A door on the opposite side led to a closet that seemed to run the entire length of the corridor, one side was filled with endless quantities of custom made clothing, while the other side was pure shelving. Shawn sighed and took a hard look at Kaylee's closet. And he saw. Saw award plaques, books and various other small items fallen over. Except for one item, that was sitting perfectly in its place. Shawn took a step forward and wrapped a hand around a trophy and pulled it back towards him. "Don't pull that!" The chauffeur warned.

It was too late. The cherry oak shelves moved apart leading to another room half the size of her bedroom. "What?" Shawn staggered.

"Oh, my," Gus said. "She's a nerd."

"Dude, what. She's got a replica of Pierce Brosnan's Stunt Walther P-99 Pistol from Tomorrow Never Dies!" Shawn said excitedly as he grabbed the pistol off the shelf and re-enacted a scene from Tomorrow Never Dies.

"And the Agency Silver Rifle from Men in Black II." Gus said.

While Shawn and Gus played around with Kaylee's collectibles, the chauffeur stepped into the room. "Those are not replicas gentlemen, so I would appreciate it if you would respect her belongings and place them back where they belong. Miss Kaylee is very protective of her items and would appreciate it, if you wouldn't touch her things without her permission." He said.

"So, why all the secrecy?" Shawn asked, placing the pistol gently back on the shelf before turning back to the chauffeur.

"Kaylee is very self conscious of her hobbies. Not even her father knew of this room in fear he would be ashamed of her." He said. "He was aware of her intelligence as well as some of her inventions, but nothing more."

"I'm surprised she managed to keep it hidden from him for so long." Gus said.

"Mr. Worthington was a very busy man. He was hardly ever home to spend much time with Kaylee." He said. "Not to mention she had a pair of extra eyes to keep a look out, so she didn't have much to worry about around here."

"Sounds exhausting." Shawn said as he walked over to her computer desk on the other side of the room and sat down, trying to locate the power button.

"Its voice activated." The chauffeur said. "Sophi, power on."

"Welcome back Mr. Baxter, how can I assist you this evening?" The voice emitting from the computer asked.

"Dude, remind me to get one of these for the office." Shawn whispered to Gus.

"She named her computer after her mother?" Gus asked.

"Kaylee doesn't have much memory of her mother, but she wanted something of meaning and memorabilia. So when she designed this software, she called her Sophie after her belated mother. Kaylee is smarter than just about anyone. She was always inventing things, since she was just a small child. That's her gift. Creating things people have never seen before. Taking things apart, putting them together. She was always more interested in things than people." Baxter said. "Whoever Kaylee is running from, she didn't want them to access her computer. Apparently all login codes have been changed recently, so I'm not able to access the main login."

Shawn bent over double, his fingers curled around his skull. "Is he alright?" The chauffeur asked. Before they knew it, Shawn bolted upright, his eyes blazing.

"Kaylee doesn't use any simpleminded passwords. She makes sure the password is secured so no ordinary person can access the code, unless she provides them with the numbers and if they know how to decode it." He said. "I see numbers. Three rows of numbers, but I can't make out what they are, it's fuzzy."

"Wow," The chauffeur said. "That's really impressive. Kaylee uses cryptography for all her logins. Maybe that's what you're seeing."

Gus felt stupid for not even considering cryptography. He felt foolish, but at least this man was able to give them a lead to Kaylee's case. He was anxious and wanted to haul back to the Psych office and decode the attachment, in hopes to helping the young teenager.

The chauffeur heard a door slam out on the hallway and ushered Shawn and Gus out of the hidden room, making sure the shelves covered any whereabouts to the hidden room. Then peered out into the hallway to make sure no one was around to hear what was about to be said before shutting the door to Kaylee's room.

"Is everything alright?" Gus asked.

"I'm going to give you two gentlemen a piece of advice." He said in a low voice. "Be careful around Bradley. I'm not sure what he's offered to pay you to retrieve Miss Kaylee or what he's told you about Mr. Worthington, but what tends to come out of that man's mouth is a lie."

"And why should we believe a word you say?" Shawn said. "Mr…?"

"Scott Baxter." He said. "And because I'm Kaylee's biological father."

~PSYCH~

"You had an affair with Chance Worthington's wife?" Gus shrieked. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

"I loved Sophia more than anything and she loved me in return." He defended.

"So you thought it would be okay to sleep with your boss' wife at the time?" Shawn said. "I'm surprised he kept you around after that."

Scott shook his head and sat down on Kaylee's bed. "Chance wasn't my boss at the time the affair started. We go way back. We've been best friends since elementary school. Our mother's were on the PTA together. Chance was in the smart class and I was just your typical loner, so his mother forced him to play with me. Since then, we were inseparable. We were freshmen in college when we met Sophia. She was majoring in musical arts while Chance and I were in business administration." He said. "During the course over the years Chance became a successful businessman and he and Sophia fell in love with one another. He ended up asking her to marry him. She said yes, of course. A few months before the wedding, she called me up crying. She insisted I come over immediately. She admitted she had feelings for me, but she loved Chance as well. One thing led to another and a month later she was pregnant. Sophia decided to come clean and tell Chance about the affair and that she was pregnant. Of course he was devastated and things got pretty heated between him and I for a while, but he refused to leave Sophia and the baby. They loved one another like no other. They were meant for each other. As much as it pained me to do it, I had to let her go. After betraying my best friend's trust, he still forgave my horrible crime against him and welcomed me back with open arms. For publicity reasons, we decided to keep the affair a secret between the three of us. There was a debate whether Kaylee was mine or his, but I knew deep down, Kaylee was mine. She looks just like Sophia, but she has my eyes and my nose. Chance was a great father, he raised Kaylee as if his own. It was a challenge though. Chance gave me this job and I didn't have to leave my daughter's side. I got to watch over her every day, see her first steps, hear her first words and watch her become the beautiful person she is today. But what hurt the most was to hear her call him dad, while I, her real father stood in the background."

Shawn looked over to Gus who was sniffling next to him. "Dude, are you crying?"

Gus sniffled once again and wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his jacket. "You know I'm a sympathetic crier Shawn."

Shawn shook his head and turned his attention back to Scott. "You totally violated the bro code."

"Said the guy who slept with my sister." Gus muttered.

Shawn glared at Gus as Scott stood up. "Don't you think I know that already?" He said. "I just want my daughter back, safe and in my arms. I am begging you, please bring her home. Every minute could be her last, she's very sick."

Shawn casted another quick glance around her room. And then he saw. Saw the inhaler lying on the dresser. Saw an Epi-Pen lying on the floor next to the mini fridge. Gus opened his mouth to speak, but Shawn beat him to the punch and quickly placed his fingertips to his forehead. "She's asthmatic."

"That's exactly right." Scott said. "She left her inhaler here, but she took three of her Epi-Pens with her. If she doesn't have her medicine, she could suffocate. Caffeine such as coffee could help open her airways if she needs it,"

"Really, caffeine?" Shawn mused.

"Caffeine mimics the effect of Theophylline, an asthma medication that helps open airways. Coffee acts like an anti-inflammatory drug to counteract the inflammatory process." Gus said.

"Very impre-"

Their conversation was quickly ended when there was a firm rapping on the door. The door flew opened revealing Bradley Worthington with a scowl on his face. "Scott, don't you have a job to do other than to disturb these two gentlemen in their investigation?"

Scott scoffed and bidded Shawn and Gus a farewell, but stopped beside Bradley before exiting the room. "Just for your information Brad, I don't work for you." He whispered in his ear. "I'm on to your little game. If I find out you're anyway associated with Kaylee's disappearance I will kill you."

Bradley Worthington didn't move. His facial expression didn't change; his body language wasn't altered in any way. When Scott left the room everything changed. He looked over to Shawn and Gus and smiled. "How about I drive you gentlemen back to your office?" He said. "I assume you got everything you need for tonight?"

"Yes sir." Gus replied quickly.

"Great."

~PSYCH~

When Shawn and Gus arrived back at the Psych office, they were hit by a surprise. The office was practically demolished. The leather chairs had been gutted like a stuffed animal, the drawers ripped out of the desks, chairs were lying upside down with broken legs. All pictures, books and other various items on the shelves were scattered around the room all broken, ripped apart.

"Wow, this is pretty messed up." Shawn whistled taking a look around the office.

"I'm calling the Police." Gus said pulling out his cell phone.

"This must have taken hours," Shawn whispered. His eyes fell onto their laptops that were lying on the floor broken into pieces, making sure no parts were usable to anyone. "Man, they destroyed all the evidence she sent to us. Now what're we supposed to do? How did they even know we were working on this case?"

"The police are on their way." Gus said. "Most likely they found the business card I gave her the other day, or worse, they forced the information out of her. Don't worry about it. Juliet still has the file I sent them earlier, so we still have a chance-"

"Shawn, Gus!" Bradley entered the room panicked. "The kidnappers, they called. They have Kaylee. If I don't show up in thirty minutes at the exchange point with the money they're going to kill her!"

Shawn grabbed his jacket off the floor and headed for the door. "Shawn, wait," Gus said. "The police are on their way, we should wait for them!"

"Stay here Gus. Wait for the police." Shawn said. "I'll call you with the details. I'm going to fix this, you'll see."

"Shawn, stop. Come back!" Gus yelled after him.

It was too late, Bradley and Shawn were already in the vehicle speeding off to god knows where. Gus had a bad feeling about this and was worried about his best friend's safety. He did the only thing he could think of at the moment. Call Detective's Lassiter and O'Hara.

~PSYCH~

A low sound woke her up several hours later. At first she didn't even know where she was or what she was doing, not to mention what the sound she heard was. And then she recalled that she was in the horribly smelly basement, waiting for someone to find her and put those men behind bars where they belonged. Coming so far in her thought she realized that the sound that had managed to wake her up was the deadbolt being unlocked. Kaylee felt her heart starting to pound.

The door flew open, revealing Jake with a bottle of scotch in his hands. The man drank it greedily, as if his life was depending on it. Shivering slightly she saw him take another gulp of the substance. Disgusted she grimaced, wondering how he could even drink something that smelled that way.

"You," He muttered as he took a few large steps towards her, and considering the length of his legs he'd managed to cover quite a distance.

"You and I are going to play a little game."

She quivered in fear as his eyes were seemingly permanently fixed on her. She almost felt naked under his gaze and she suddenly feared that he was going to do to her. Kaylee sprang up from the position she was in and bolted in the direction of the door. She didn't even manage to make it to the stairway when he noticed what her plan was. Kaylee was sure that she heard him growl before he launched himself at her in a diving tackle.

She hadn't expected a man of his size to be able to move as quickly as he did. She fell heavily onto the floor and with the additional weight of the man on top of her, all the air was knocked out of her lungs. She tried to fight him off with all the energy she could muster, but it was no use.

She opened her eyes and saw the intense anger in his eyes. He truly looked like he was going to kill her at any given point. "I fucking warned you not to try anything."

She was sobbing loudly as he pinned her arms above her head. "I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't you fucking apologize to me you little shit."

"What the hell are you doing?" Kaylee's teary eyes snapped to the direction of the wooden door. A savior had come, although it wasn't the one she was hoping for. "Stop hurting her." Kevin pulled Jake's body off of her and threw him down onto the ground. Once she was freed he helped her stand and motioned her to move to the other side of the room, while he attended to his older brother. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Dammit Kevin, you're such a cock blocker," Jake growled, dusting the dirt off his jeans. "What does it matter to you? We're going to kill her once we get the money anyways."

Kevin slammed Jake hard against the wall. "We're not killing anymore innocent people, Jake." He snarled. "So keep your fucking hands off of her, and your fly zipped."

"That's enough you two," Growled Talon as he walked down the steps. "Kevin, grab the girl and make sure she's bounded and blindfolded. The four of us are going on a little trip."

This is exactly what Kaylee feared. No one paid her ransom. They were tired of waiting, so they were going to kill her. Place a bullet in her skull, mail her body or body parts back to her house for Scott to receive. She didn't even get to say goodbye.

Kaylee took a few steps back until she realized her back was against the cement wall as Kevin approached her. "Please, I beg of you. You're not like them, please don't kill me. I won't tell anyone I swear." She pleaded, in a breaking voice. "Someone is bound to pay, please, please just wait a while longer."

Kevin towered over her and grabbed her arm pulling her towards him, "No!" She cried, digging her heels into the dirt ground.

"Move aside softy. Let me show you how it's done." Jake snarled and shoved Kevin aside. He roughly grabbed the young teen by her hair and slammed her head against the wall, immediately knocking her unconscious,

A/N: So as everyone is wondering. When are they going to find Kaylee? Well you're in luck, so I'll spoil a bit. It's the next chapter. So please drop a review, the more reviews I get, the faster the chapter comes out. Pretty please?