Change of Heart

by Eclair Designs

Kaylee Worthington isn't your typical, rich teenage girl. In fact, she's a tech geek. Two days after witnessing her father's murder, she runs to her idol Shawn Spencer for help and offers to pay them thrice their normal pay rate. After Shawn denies working on the case, Kaylee ends up being chased down by a group of men and is kidnapped and it's Shawn's fault.

7. Kaylee's Story

A/N: Thanks to those who've reviewed and followed Change of Heart, it means a lot. Please keep them coming. This chapter is super long. I would break it into two parts, but I'm making up for my long absence. Please drop a review, but most importantly enjoy.

Chapter 7: Kaylee's Story.

Kaylee stared down at the bitter liquid in disgust. She hated coffee, but had no choice but to drink the dark contents if she wanted to feel better. She didn't understand why it smelt so magnificent but tasted so bloody awful. She took a small sip of the coffee and grimaced at the taste, but swallowed.

Shawn chuckled when he saw the young teen's expression before taking another bite of his eggs. Kaylee glared at Shawn and tilted her cup, pouring the contents onto the cold dirt floor. "This is fantastic," Kaylee growled. "We're going to die. They're going to chop us into little pieces and throw us into the middle of the ocean where the sharks can feed on our bloody corpses. The flash drive pertaining evidence of my father's murder has now been destroyed, not to mention you two nitwits couldn't decode that simple attachment I sent you before those morons ransacked your office. Oh yeah, and no one even knows where the hell we are!"

"Simple," Shawn scoffed. "Who uses cryptography anyway? You could've at least dropped us a hint or even given us a small riddle."

Kaylee's left eye twitched in annoyance. "Excuse me for not being so straightforward." Kaylee said. "Maybe next time I'll spell it out for you. Oh wait. There won't be a next time!"

Shawn stood up and dusted the dirt off his pants. "You know, you remind me so much of my father. You two would get along great." Shawn growled in frustration. "You expect too much in just a short amount of time. I'm not perfect kid."

Kaylee rolled her eyes. "So, we're going to make this of your daddy issues now? Here, why don't you lay down and make yourself comfortable while I go fetch my clipboard and we'll discuss this when I return. " She said. "You say you're not perfect, but it all retrospect you are. I've seen you solve the most amazing, mind boggling cases here in Santa Barbara. Take the Yin and Yang case for instance. Some of the greatest and intelligent detectives of Santa Barbara were unable to solve that case, leaving those chosen officers scarred for life. Then you come in and solve it like it's a piece of cake with no indication that you've even broken a sweat. You're one of the most amazing, intelligent and awesome people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. You should give yourself a little more credit. You father expects a lot from you because he loves you. I wish my father gave me half of the attention your father gives you. My father was always neck deep in his work to even notice me. Sometimes I wondered if he even loved me anymore after mom died."

Shawn slowly walked over to Kaylee and took a seat on the ground beside her. "Why would you even think something like that?" He asked.

Kaylee pulled her knees up to her chest and pressed her head into her legs. "Would you even be able to look at your child in the eyes or love them like you used to if they were responsible for your beloved wife's death?"

Shawn was taken back at the young teen. "You can't blame yourself for what happened to your mom, it was an accident." He said. "If anyone should've been blamed for what happened, it should've been her. She should've pulled over when she noticed something was wrong. Instead she put both of your lives in danger and nearly got you killed as well."

Kaylee sniffled. "If I was blinded by the fact that you were really psychic, I would be amazed on how you 'received' that information." She said as she swiped away the tears.

"Hey, I am psychic." Shawn smirked. "I know things about you that your father didn't even know."

Kaylee arched an eyebrow. "Oh yeah, and what would that be?" She mused.

"I know that you're in fact a closet nerd." He grinned, placing his fingers on his head. "You were afraid your father would find out about your hobby and be ashamed of you."

Kaylee grabbed his hands and forced them down to his side. "Cut it out phony. I know you noticed that trophy. That's your gift. You can see things others can't." She said. "I'm assuming Scott told you all of this? How is he, is he doing alright?"

"Relax kid, he's fine." Shawn said. "Just worried about you."

Kaylee smiled to herself. "He's such a worry wart. Every minute of every day he makes sure all my needs are tended to. If I'm sick in bed he's catering to my every whim. He makes the best homemade chicken noodle soup I've ever tasted. Scott even makes sure I have my medicine on me every single time because I'm such an airhead." She said. "Not once has he ever missed one of my award ceremonies. He was so proud of me that night. I received a Mensa award and my own father never showed up. Scott has been more of a fath-"

And that's when realism hit Kaylee. She still hadn't brought up the discussion with Shawn about the whole Chance Worthington not being her real father until now. Everything started to make perfect sense now. Was Scott Baxter indeed her father? Slowly, Kaylee turned her head in the direction of the one man who could give her answers. "No way," She whispered. "Don't tell me…him?"

Shawn cleared his throat and averted his gaze from the young teen. His silence was more than enough to answer her question. Kaylee quickly rose from her spot and paced around the room. "Holy mother of-"

As thousands of thoughts ran through her mind, the familiar tingle found its way to her chest once more. Shawn saw the look on her face and went on edge. "Hey, you okay?"

Nodding, Kaylee grabbed her chest and sat back down next to Shawn. "Yeah," She panted. "Just give me a minute."

"So you really think I'm awesome?" He asked with all the pride in the world.

Kaylee chuckled and punched him playfully in the arm. "Don't get to cocky there Psychic." She said. "But yes, I think you're totally awesome."

"I wonder if Gus and the others figured out that email of yours." Shawn wondered.

Kaylee gave Shawn a puzzled look. "I thought they destroyed all the evidence we had?"

Shawn shook his head. "You really should give us more credit kid." He said. "We forwarded the email you sent us over to the SBPD anonymously so they could have a crack at it."

"It was Mr. Guster's idea wasn't it?" Kaylee asked.

"Yes, yes it was." Shawn said.

"Thought so," Kaylee mumbled.

"You never told me what happened that night." Shawn said curiously.

Kaylee tilted her head back and looked up at the ceiling. She knew this was coming, but did he have to pick today to ask? Though technically he was obligated to know what happened, she did hire him after all. "Like I said, the other night when I received my Mensa award that's when everything fell apart."

~Flashback~

"I realize you're upset Miss Kaylee." Scott said as he glanced through the review mirror. "But you have to understand your father is a very busy man."

Kaylee's grip tightened on her award and narrowed her eyes at Scott from the back of the limo. "That still doesn't excuse him from missing the award ceremony." She scoffed. "He can afford to take a few hours of his time to attend one of the most important days of his daughter's life. It's like he doesn't even care."

"Now come on, give him some credit Kaylee." Scott said. "He cares a lot about you, he loves you very much."

"He sure has an awesome way of showing it." Kaylee said sarcastically.

Scott smiled and pulled the car in front of Worthington Enterprises and stepped out to open the door for her. "Look on the bright side sweetheart, I was there." He said.

Kaylee frowned. "Yeah, so what?" She said. "Every time something important comes along he misses it. Then you swoop in and make up for his mistakes. You're not obligated to attend those. You're not my father, I didn't want you there."

Scott gently grabbed her shoulders and kneeled down to her level. "Look at me Kaylee." He said softly. Kaylee turned her head away from Scott and stared down the empty street. Scott sighed and gently cupped her face in his hands so she could look at him. "Honey I know you're hurting. I know not having your father around upsets you, but please try to understand when I say that he does love you and is very proud of you. I'm proud of you."

Kaylee bit her lip and clenched her fists. "You always do this! You always find some way to defend him and it's sickening. I hate it, I hate you." She cried and shoved him, causing him to fall back. She grabbed her award and satchel out of the limo and slammed the door. "I wanted my father, not some washed up peasant who tries to act like he's my father."

Kaylee stormed off into Worthington Enterprises, leaving Scott on the ground alone with just his thoughts. Her words cut deep, deeper than any blade imaginable. Kaylee swiped her angry tears away and pushed the elevator button with more force than necessary. As she elevator doors opened, she stepped in and pressed the floor where her father's office was located.

She pressed her back against the rail and threw her head back against the wall in frustration. "Stupid," She told herself. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened once again and she stepped out. The hall was dim and all the workers had already left for the day, leaving her and her father alone in the building with the exception of the security guard on the lower level.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she saw her father sitting at his desk shuffling through some papers. Slowly, she advanced towards his office and leaned against the doorframe. Of course he was too focused on his work to even notice she was there. Kaylee cleared her throat hoping to gain his attention.

Chance's head snapped up and their gazes locked. "Hey sweetie, what're you doing here?" He asked concerned. "I was just about to finish up and head home. What's wrong?"

Kaylee fought back her tears as she reached into her satchel and pulled out her award. She marched up to his desk and slammed it down in front of him. "That's what's wrong." She said. "You weren't there, again."

Chance gently grabbed the award and stared at it for the longest time. "A Mensa," He whispered. Slowly he stood from his chair and made his way around the desk over to her. "Honey, I am so sorry. I must've lost track of time, I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Kaylee shook her head and the tears began to fall. "I don't know what to do anymore." She whispered. "I don't know what I can do to make you notice that I exist. I don't want you to make it up to me by buying me fancy things or taking me out on some stupid cruise. I just want you to notice me daddy. You promised, you said you would be there and you never showed. Everybody else's parents made an attempt, but I was the only one whose parent didn't show. Do you realize how hurtful that is to me dad?"

Chance gently wiped the tears away from her face. "Baby-" But his words were cut short when he caught a glimpse of something on the camera's. "Kaylee, was anyone else downstairs when you walked in besides the security guard?"

Kaylee shook her head and turned to the security cameras. "No, why?" she asked curiously. "Maybe you happened to noticed Scott walking in?"

Chanced narrowed his eyes and gently moved Kaylee aside to check the camera's. He checked the outside camera and noticed Scott lying on the ground, unconscious. He moved the camera to the front lobby and noticed four men holding guns enter the building. He zoomed in on one of them and realized one of the men was Bradley, his older brother.

He quickly backed away from the camera when one of the men shot the security guard. Not once had Kaylee seen that look on her father's face and grew worried by the second. "Daddy, who's that?" She asked, and then noticed the cameras began to flicker and shut off. "What's going on? Someone shut off the cameras, are we in trouble?"

Chance knew there wasn't enough time for them to escape before those men reached the top level. He inwardly cursed Bradley and wondered what trouble he managed to get himself into this time. Chance quickly grabbed Kaylee by the arm and led her into one of the shutter closets. "Kaylee, sweetie I need you to stay in this closet and keep very quiet." He ordered. "Your uncle Bradley is stopping by with a few friends and I need to see what they want. No matter what you hear or see, do not leave this closet until I tell you to, do you understand?"

Kaylee shook her head fiercely and clutched his arm. "What, no! What about you?" She cried. "Don't leave me alone in here, please."

The top elevator beeped giving him confirmation someone indeed was coming up to this level. Chance gave Kaylee a quick kiss on the cheek and wiped her tears once again. "Everything will be alright sweetie, I promise." He reassured. "I love you and I'm very proud of you, always remember that."

"Daddy, please." Kaylee pleaded. Chance brought a finger to his lips, hushing her as she quietly shut the closet door. Kaylee watched as her father walked over his desk and place some things into his brief case and four men walked into the room one she recognized as her uncle Bradley, but why were they all holding guns? What were they planning on doing to her father?"

"Hey little brother, I thought I'd stop by and say hello." Bradley said.

Kaylee quietly reached into her satchel and pulled out her phone and switched it to video, recording the entire conversation. Chance shut his briefcase and sat it on top of his desk. "How thoughtful of you Bradley," He said. "But we both know that's not the reason you're here given the fact that the three men next to you are all holding guns."

Bradley chuckled darkly. "You were always so sharp. Guess that's why father always appreciated you more." He said. "I'll cut to the chase then little brother. I've seemed too have lost a quite bit of money over time and I really could use your help again."

Chance shot him a brief, chiding look. "How much are we talking about this time Brad, one, two million dollars?"

Bradley shook his head. "Not exactly," He said. "More like 5.6 million dollars to be exact. Now I know that sounds like a lot, but I know you can spare it. If I don't pay these nice gentlemen here, they're going to kill me."

Chance ran a hand down his face and shook his head. "I'm sorry," He said. "You're on your own this time Brad. I told you the next time you got yourself in something like this again I wasn't going to be there bail you out. Come up with the money some other way, you got yourself into this mess, you can get yourself out. I'm done."

Bradley's face turned red with anger and pressed the barrel of his gun to Chance's head. A small gasp escaped Kaylee's lips but kept her phone trained on the men. "Well Bradley, it looks like your little brother is not willing to cooperate." The man said. His voice was dark and cold and it frightened her. "I want my money."

Bradley took a quick glance at the man before turning his attention back to Chance. "I'm begging you brother, help me." He pleaded. "This will be the last time I ask you for something, I swear."

"No," Chance said shaking his head. "You need to leave now. The cops will be here soon."

Bradley removed the safety and pressed the gun harder against Chance's head causing him to wince. A younger man stepped up next to Bradley. "You're not going to kill him are you?" He asked worriedly. "We've already killed the security officer on the first floor. We're not killing anymore people, I didn't sign up for this. Just let him go, please."

Bradley pulled his brother into a hug. "Goodbye little brother," He muttered, and shot him three times. Kaylee placed a hand over her mouth to keep the scream that threatened to leave at bay.

"No!" The younger man cried and grabbed Chance before he could fall on the floor. "Oh god, please no!"

"I want my money." Talon growled at Bradley. "You've got seventy two hours to have my money or I will kill you."

Bradley nodded and stared at his dying brother. "I'll think of something," Bradley whispered. "Even if that means I have to forge his will."

Chance spurted out blood as he glanced at the shutter door. "Call an ambulance." The younger man cried. "Please."

"Stop being such a little b**ch." The other man growled as he pulled the younger man away from her father. "Be a man for once and leave him there to die."

Kaylee's hands began to shake rapidly and her phone fell to the ground. The four men turned towards the shutter door. As Chance Worthington was dying, he summoned his last breath. "Run," He choked out. Kaylee quickly grabbed her phone off the floor and quickly pushed the door open and darted towards the elevators.

"Kaylee," Bradley shouted after her. "Stop!"

"Oh god!" Kaylee cried as she repeatedly pressed the elevator button. Gunshots fired down the hall and she took cover behind the wall. The stairs were right in front of her and she found that would be the easiest way for her to escape. She took her chance and opened the door. Her body wasn't fit to run down several flights of steps because of her asthma, but if she wanted to live she had no choice but to run.

Kaylee screamed as she dodged several bullets, the footsteps quickly catching up to her. "You little brat, get back here!" One of the men yelled up above.

"Kaylee!"

When she was five flights ahead of them she opened the door and ran to the closest elevator. To her luck it opened quickly and she pressed the first level. She grabbed her inhaler from her satchel and took a few puffs. Her body was shaking in fear as the doors opened. She cautiously stepped out of the elevator in case one of the men was waiting for her. When the coast was clear she stepped over the dead security guard and ran towards the exit where Scott was waiting for her. "Scott!" She screamed, bursting through the doors.

She let out another scream as she saw Scott's body lying on the cold cement floor. She kneeled down to him and shook him. "Scott, please don't be dead." She pleaded. "Wake up."

When he didn't respond she did the only thing she could think of, run. She needed to get back home, she needed to get help. Soon Bradley would show up at her home and most likely kill her. She wasn't safe. Everyone was taken away from her, there was nowhere for her to run. For once in her life, she was alone.

~END FLASHBACK~

"So yeah, that's what happened." Kaylee whispered as she quickly swiped away a lone tear. "I never got to say goodbye. I just left him there, alone to die. And I regret those horrible things I said to Scott. I'm not that person. I was just so angry that I took it out on him."

Shawn pulled Kaylee into a side hug. "I'm sure he knows you didn't mean it." Shawn said. "People say things they don't mean when they're angry. He'll understand, just apologize next time you see him."

Kaylee nodded and rested her head on Shawn's shoulder. "Thanks."

~PSYCH~

Gus stared blankly at his phone. He still hadn't informed Henry of Shawn's disappearance, he didn't have the heart to tell him. He inwardly cursed himself for being such a coward. For the past hour Gus had dialed and redialed the number to the hospital and hanging up right after the first ring.

How could he explain to Henry that Shawn would be alright? That they would find him unharmed when even though they didn't have a clue he was still alive. The first thing Henry would do was hop out of bed and take matters into his own hands. Gus threw his head into his hands and sighed.

"Don't worry." A familiar voice said. "They'll find your friend, I'm sure of it."

Gus' head snapped up to see Scott Baxter standing in front of him. Smiling, Scott gave Gus a reassuring pat on the shoulder and took a seat on the empty chair next to him. Gus took a quick glance at the man before turning his attention back to his phone. "I know they will." Gus said. "I just hope when we do find him, he's alive. Shawn has a tendency to open his mouth in dangerous situations.

"I'm pretty sure if Shawn and Kaylee are together right now, she'll keep him in line." He chuckled.

Gus smiled weakly. "I hope so."

Gus and Scott glanced in the direction as they could hear heels digging divots out of the linoleum with every step. They quickly shot up from their seats to see Detective Juliet O'Hara advancing towards them. "Gus, they were able to decode the attachment. "O'Hara smiled. "Chief Vick sent me here to get you both so we can get started."

As the three of them quickly walked towards Chief Vick's office, Chief Vick, Detective Lassiter and Bradley Worthington were just making their way out and towards the conference room. "I thought I told you this had nothing to do with you commoner." Bradley spat.

Scott couldn't help but smirk and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Anything that concerns my daughter is my business." Scott retorted. Everyone but Gus gaped at the news. Lassiter quickly flipped open the case folder and glanced through the case work before shutting it and turning his attention back to the heated two. "I'm sorry Detectives, I realize this might come as a shock but Kaylee is indeed my child. I've already explained the situation with the Psych Detectives and will gladly give my statement once we view the attachment. I need to know what's on that file, what she saw."

They nodded in the affirmative and proceeded back towards the conference room. Bradley kept eyeing Scott as they walked down the long hallway. As for Scott, he made sure there was no way Bradley could escape like the rat he was. Deep down, Scott knew Bradley was somehow connected with Chance's murder, but he needed solid proof.

Scott's body was shaking in anticipation. He would finally know what happened that night his best friend, his brother was murdered. He also prayed that this file would lead them to Kaylee's whereabouts. He wanted nothing more to hold his baby girl and tell her everyone was going to be alright from now on, that she was safe and she no longer had to worry.

When they entered the conference room Detective Lassiter shut the door behind them and proceeded around the other officers in the room towards the projector. As Chief Vick signaled the technician to proceed with the attachment, Gus and Scott stepped closer to the screen.

As the technician hit the play button, the room went dead silent. The screen blurred a bit, and tilted down. Scott closed his eyes as he heard Kaylee sniffle from behind the camera. The camera lifted and focused on the five men standing in the room. Scott caught glimpse of Bradley trying to quietly slip out of the room but an officer reacted fast enough and blocked off the exit.

Scott's fists were clenched tightly at his sides as he saw Bradley pull Chance into a hug and shot him three times. The phone dropped. Next thing he knew Kaylee ran out of the room screaming and then nothing. He felt sick watching this tape. He couldn't hold it in anymore, the rage took over.

Scott tackled Bradley onto the ground and punched him hard. "You son of a bitch," Scott shouted angrily. "Chance was your little brother, how could you?" Multiple officers rushed into the room and tried to pull Scott off of Bradley, but he shoved them off.

"I was in trouble!" Bradley shouted back. "I lost a major gambling bet. They were going to kill me if I didn't come up with the money somehow! Chance was my only way out if I wanted to survive. He would have lived to see another day if he'd just forked the money over, but the bastard was always stingy."

Scott grabbed him around the throat to stop talking. "That was Chance's money which he rightfully earned himself. He built that company himself." He growled. "He worked hard, something that you wouldn't know about. He was tired of you constantly begging for money and the one time he put his foot down you shoot him in cold blood."

"Please," He begged clutching Scott's hand trying to get him off. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" Scott laughed humorously, "Sorry isn't going to bring Chance or my daughter back. Now you're going to tell us where they're keeping Kaylee and Shawn held or so help me I'll break every bone in your body until you tell us something useful."

Bradley shook his head fiercely. His arm came to Scott's chest to push him off so Scott removed his hand from his throat and stood up. "I don't know where they're at." Bradley gasped. "I swear. They said I had to have the money by two in the afternoon or they would kill me. Even if they did receive the money somehow, they're good as dead. They have no intentions of keeping them alive."

Lassiter walked over to Bradley and pulled him up, cuffing his hands behind his back. "Bradley Worthington, you're under arrest for the murder of Chance Worthington, the kidnapping of Kaylee Worthington and Shawn Spencer as well as for withholding vital information." Lassiter said, handing him over to Officer McNab. "Book him under those charges for now, and throw this piece of scum into interrogation room B for the time being."

Scott watched as they dragged a screaming Bradley down the hallway. Gus stepped beside him and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. They found Chance Worthington's murder, but the case was far from being solved. They still needed to find Shawn and Kaylee.

"Alright everyone, we still have a job to do." Chief Vick ordered. "We need to find out who these three suspects are on this tape."

Juliet stepped forward. "That's already been taken care of Chief." She said. "We ran the footage from the kidnapping of Kaylee Worthington in the alley next to the café and ran it through our system and we got a hit back on all three suspects. First one belonging to Talon Hayes who's currently wanted for multiple felony and misdemeanor offenses. The other two are known as Jake and Kevin Peterson, brothers. Kevin, 22 is only wanted for minor drug charges, but Jake, 25 is one we need to be concerned about. He's wanted in multiple surrounding counties for murder, rape, theft, robbery, assault against public servant. The list goes on. I doubt Shawn and Kaylee are being held within the city limits, which is why I excluded Talon Hayes' residence, but we'll send a few officers there just in case. Now Jake and Kevin are a different story, they have no current residence here in Santa Barbara, so I did a little more digging. Their family owned a small cabin about sixty miles out from Santa Barbara where Kevin and Jake were found locked in the basement as young children. When assigned officers entered the residence Mrs. Peterson was found dead; died from blunt force trauma to the head. Their father's death resulted in suicide shortly after he murdered his wife. There's a high possibility Shawn and Kaylee are being held there as we speak."

"Great work Detective O'Hara." Chief Vick praised. "Detective's gear up, also I want you to provide a vest for Mr. Guster. I'll be making a quick call to SWAT before we head out. Now, I need three units to scope out Talon Hayes' residence and five other units following us to the cabin. We have little over two hours before the clock hits two, so let's get to work people."

"Right," They agreed, nodding in the affirmative. While the Detective's, officers and Gus left the room to gear up, Scott Baxter was left alone in the room with the chief. "Chief Vick, if you don't mind I would like to assist you'll on the search for my daughter and Mr. Spencer."

Vick placed the phone back down onto the receiver and stared at Mr. Baxter. "I don't think that would be very wise Mr. Baxter, you're safety will be at risk." She said. "I realize you want to help, but I think it would be best if you stayed here."

Scott stepped forward. "No offense ma'am, but that's my daughter out there." He said. "I'm sure if it was one of your own, you wouldn't just be standing around waiting for an answer. I'm begging you, let me go. She needs me, she need's her medicine."

Chief Vick sighed heavily. "I want you in the car at all times." She said. "You're not to step foot out there, understand? Now go get fitted for a vest, we leave in five."

Scott smiled. "Yes ma'am."

~PSYCH~

Shawn and Kaylee were brought out of their thoughts by raised voices. Shawn stood up and signaled Kaylee to remain where she was while he quietly moved to the door, his ear to the wood to listen in on the conversation that was being held. Only they weren't speaking in English.

He could distinctively hear Jake's voice along with Kevin's, and they were shouting at each other. He tried to gage what was being said by the tone that was spoken, but he was having trouble following them. He couldn't even tell which one of them was winning the argument.

"What're they saying?" Kaylee asked curiously.

"I can't understand," Shawn whispered. "Their speaking in tongues, it's possible they could be possessed."

Kaylee stifled a laugh and shook her head as she quietly walked up the steps next to Shawn. "Move aside Psychic." She said. "Let me take a crack at it, I speak five different languages, something you couldn't possibly learn with that pea size brain of yours."

Shawn scoffed and stepped aside so she could have access to the door. "Alright show off, show me what you got." He said quietly.

Kaylee pressed her ear to the wooden door so she could hear. Her eyes narrowed as she recognized the language they were speaking, German. German was the third foreign language she chose to learn next to Spanish and French. It wasn't one of the most interesting languages she decided to learn, but all that hard work had definitely paid off now.

"Well," Shawn said. "Can you make out what their saying?"

"Tötet sie" She whispered. "It means kill them. Apparently the SBPD decoded my file. They arrested my uncle, which means there's no way their getting their hands on my father's money now. From what I can make out Jake is ordering Kevin to finish the job by killing us off as an initiation to their group. Kevin's refusing and it's making Jake very angry. He says he's giving him till three to do the job and if he returns and the job isn't finished he going to regret it."

As the voices got closer Shawn and Kaylee ran back towards the end of the room and resumed their position, on the floor. But no one entered. They heard a door slam somewhere else in the house and then nothing.

"We have to get out of here, but how?" Kaylee panicked. "They're going to kill us, do something!"

Shawn's eyes gleamed around the dim room for something they could use to defend themselves and came to a stop at Kaylee's bag. Shawn stood up and picked up the scattered contents on the floor and shoved them back into the back. "I'm not, but you are." Shawn said holding up the bag. "What can you make from using this stuff?"

"You're kidding me right?" Kaylee laughed. "There's nothing in there but useless crap and precision screw drivers. Hey, maybe if we're lucky we can catch him off guard and jab a small screw driver him in hope he bleeds to death. If that fails, well I can tell you right now that'll give him enough motivation to finish the job."

Shawn tossed the bag into her lap and frowned. "You told me I should give myself a little more credit. I'm pretty sure if your father or Scott saw how you were acting they would be pretty disappointed in you." Shawn said. "I've seen some of the inventions in your room that day Gus and I went to investigate and they were awesome. So don't tell me you can't build anything from this when I know you can."

"Alright, fine." Kaylee sighed and she emptied the contents onto the ground. She sorted out the items and bit her bottom lip as she tried to figure out what she could create to get them out of this mess. "Don't expect anything fancy now. The only thing I can see that might work is this disposable camera."

Shawn gaped. "What do you plan on doing, blinding him with the flash?"

Kaylee rolled her eyes in annoyance. "No you doofus."She said. "I can make a stun gun out of this. I'm not sure how strong it will be or if I can even get it to work, I don't have all my tools. If I do manage to get it to work, it might be able to incapacitate him for a short while giving us that chance to escape."

"Well then," Shawn grinned. "What're you waiting for nerd, get started."

Kaylee smiled and nodded as she carefully began to pull the camera apart. Things were beginning to look up for them. They were going to escape.