Shawn paced the floor with renewed force. His teeth assaulting his bottom lip as his eyes raced from left to right. Gus knew enough to leave his best friend be when he was like this. Gus sat, his feet on the coffee table in front of him, his shoes tucked neatly underneath the shiny glass table. His arms raised and placed behind his head, as his eyes followed his best friend. Gus hadn't been entirely sure what had happened at the station. All he knew was that Shawn nearly blew a gasket over a missing nine-year-old girl, and the man that had supposedly taken her.

A groan of frustration erupted out of Shawn, as his fist came in contact with the wall. Gus sat bolt upright, as he watched his best friend wearily. He had never seen Shawn like this. Not even during the whole Yin and Yang adventure, had Shawn gotten so frustrated that he acted out violently. Shawn was not a violent person, it just wasn't in his nature, so seeing the sudden outburst caused Gus to worry.

Brandon started to scream, as Shawn's loud frustration woke the young infant from his afternoon nap. Gus stared at Shawn, who seemed to caught up in his own thoughts to go check on his child. "Shawn!" Gus finally called, as Brandon's screams started to grow louder.

Shawn turned quickly, and glared at Gus. "I don't have time for this! I have to figure this out. Dammit, Gus, don't you understand? I was given these dreams for a reason. Now please, go and calm him down. I have to figure this out, now!" Shawn shouted at Gus, his foot stamping as the final exclamation point on a very long rant.

Gus grunted at Shawn, he tried to mask the obvious irritation with his friend. Stiffly, Gus walked past Shawn and toward Brandon's room.

Shawn sighed, as he ran a shaking hand across his face. It was at a time like this that Shawn really wished his father was alive. His father, no matter how much he had hated Shawn's way of going about his job, loved to help him when he found himself in a jam. Shawn was in the biggest jam of his life right now. No one, except for Juliet and Gus, believed him about his dreams—or visions—or whatever they were, and yet Shawn knew that his only reason for having them was to save Julie, Buzz, and Lassiter. Yet, Shawn couldn't figure out the simplest details like, why this guy had taken Julie—or where in the hell he could be hiding her.

Shawn turned toward the hallway and walked toward Brandon's room. "Hey, Gus!" Shawn called out before his body went slack and fell to the floor.

Juliet leaned over Lassiter's chair as they looked over the reports that they were receiving from Pittsburgh. They glanced over the reports for the second time, not pulling any new or useful information from them. Lassiter sighed, as he stretched the kinks in his back. "This is not getting us anywhere!" He groaned as his back cracked when he stood up. "What was Spencer going on about earlier?"

Juliet sighed. "His dreams—nightmares. Whatever. They've been of you, McNabb, and most recently a young girl named, Julie."

"Which is why he thinks he's having premonitions?" Juliet merely nodded. "Does he realize how stupid that sounds?"

Juliet heaved a sigh. "Well, everyone believed him when he said he was psychic."

Lassiter laughed mockingly. "First." He held up one finger. "I never did believe that. I called him on it when the nonsense tumbled from his mouth. Second." He held up another finger. "Anyone that did believe him, now realizes that he's a liar. None of them are going to by the whole 'I really am psychic' thing now."

Juliet groaned, her head fell into her hands. "I know, and God knows I don't want to believe him either, Carlton, but you've never seen what those dreams do to him. It's like-" She sighed. "I can't even explain it-" Juliet was interrupted by an irate woman yelling from the front desk.

"I don't give a good damn what you're procedures are. I used to work here dammit!" The shouts grew louder.

Lassiter and Juliet both ran toward the front desk. Lassiter pulled up short when he saw the woman. Her hair was shorter, and her face was a little fuller and had more lines since the last time he had seen her, but he was nearly certain that he wasn't seeing things. "Lucinda?" He squeaked out.

Juliet's head whipped back and forth, between her partner and the irate woman at the desk. "You're old partner?" Juliet asked.

"Carlton." She rasped out. "You have to help me. These people—they won't tell me anything."

Carlton just stared at her as she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. "Please tell me that you've found her. Please tell me you've found Julie!"

Lassiter took a step back. "How-" He gulped. "How did you even know about that?"

She stared at him for a moment, as reality came back to her. She jerked away from him. "She's my daughter. You have to find her, Carlton."

Carlton just stared at her. "Your daughter?" His eyes grazed her left hand and didn't see a ring on her finger.

"Yes. My daughter." She bit her lip for a moment, as Lassiter realized that she was hiding something from him.

He grinned, but Juliet knew that he was planning something from the gleaming look in his eyes. "Let's get you to an interrogation room, and discuss this." Lucinda nodded, as she followed him toward the back of the building. He motioned for Juliet to get the chief.

Gus rushed forward, and turned Shawn over and pressed two fingers to his pulse point. "Oh, thank God." Gus mumbled. Suddenly Shawn's eyes flew open. He gasped for air before sitting up, his back pressed against the wall.

"What happened?" He asked, his eyes darting around the hallway.

"Before or after you collapsed?"

Shawn eyed Gus wearily. He had collapsed? That hadn't happened before. His dreams only came to him at night, when he was asleep and vulnerable. Shawn started to shake, starting to fear that something was really, truly wrong with him. "I collapsed?" He asked, his throat dry from the fear trying to suffocate him.

"Yeah. It was like your brain just shut itself off. You fell to the floor and didn't move. I thought you were dead!"

Shawn panted as panic overtook him. Suddenly his breathing slowed and his eyes focused. There was something about the dream this time. Aside from the fact that it hadn't scared him or made him cry uncontrollably. He had focused more on the girl, Julie. He wanted her current appearance ingrained in his mind. He had looked over her face and her clothing. The image was burned into his mind, and he focused on her face. Something about it was familiar. Her hair was dark brown, almost black color, but her skin was paler than he would expect with someone with such dark hair. The eyes though, they were the most compelling. He had seen those eyes before. He shook his head. There was something there that was practically pounding him over the head, and he was just missing it.

Dragging his hands up, Shawn rubbed his temples. A migraine was forming and it had Peter Mahoney written all over it. Shawn hated the man, and he had never even met him. Then again, anyone who was willing to kidnap a nine-year-old girl and kill a police officer, couldn't be that great of a guy.

"Gus. I am missing something, and I can't figure it out. I think I've lost my touch." Shawn frowned up at his best friend. "If I can't figure this out, then I can't save them. If I don't save them-" Shawn let his sentence trail off as tears pressed against the corners of his eyes. Shaking off the feeling of dread that overcame him, Shawn glanced at Gus again and noticed that his son was missing. "Where's Brandon?"

"Ah, damn." Gus groaned, as he stood up and walked back into the nursery. He picked up the young infant from the changing table, that he had sat Brandon down on. "Sorry, little man." Gus cooed, before carrying him out of the room.

Shawn stood up and held out his arms. Gus' eyebrow lifted slightly, as Shawn hung his head. "I can't even be trusted to hold my own son." Shawn grumbled as he turned around and walked back toward the living.

Gus' heart broke at the utter sadness written on Shawn's features. He had no idea what his best friend was going through. Gus couldn't even imagine what it would be like to not be trusted alone with his own child. Shawn sat down, and glanced up at Gus. "Is it safe enough now?"

Gus sighed, before placing Brandon into Shawn's arm. His expression changed instantly as he smiled at his son and rocked him back and forth soothingly. Gus smiled at the sight, as he sat down next to his friend. After they got Brandon back to sleep, Gus was going to sit down with Shawn and they'd figure out where this little girl was. They were going to save her, McNabb and Lassiter, no matter what. He just needed Shawn to know he wasn't in this alone, Gus would do whatever he needed to do to help Shawn figure this case out.