Lassiter groaned as his index fingers massaged his temples. He stared at Lucinda from the one way glass. He could feel Juliet's presence next to him, but he ignored her for now. Nothing that Lucinda said made sense. Well, that wasn't entirely true. If you didn't know her or hadn't kept tabs on her for the first couple of years after she left, then it made perfect sense. However, Lassiter had been keeping track of Lucinda after she left Santa Barbara. It wasn't in-depth records, more of just what city she was in and what police force she was working with. He groaned again at just how horrible it all sounded when he thought about it. If he had a suspect doing the same things he would arrest the poor bastard for stalking.

“She's not being honest.” Juliet finally found her voice. Juliet had remained silent through the entire interrogation. She had sat in the corner of the room and watched, occasionally she would get up and set across from Lucinda, but Juliet had never uttered a word.

“What makes you think that?” Lassiter asked, glad that Juliet had voiced the same opinion he had formed, even if it had come by much creepier means.

“She was twitching a lot, but mainly--” Juliet paused, her head cocked to look at Lassiter who looked back at her. “Her eyes. They never stayed in the same spot when she was lying. Most of the time she looked directly at you, but there were times when she'd look up or to the left and right.”

Lassiter nodded. How had he missed that? At least if he had caught onto that he wouldn't feel like such a creeper for knowing she was lying. “I don't know how I missed that.” Lassiter sighed. “Why would she lie?” He asked finally.

The chief had looked into Lucinda's claims that Julie was her daughter, and after realizing that Lucinda's last name had definitely changed to Stevenson after she had married, they had found the records.

Juliet just shook her head. “I have no idea, but there is obviously something that she doesn't want us to know. Perhaps her ex-husband could shed some light on the situation?”

Lassiter smirked. “I had a similar thought. Gregory Stevenson is on his way to Santa Barbara.” Lassiter opened the file folder in his hand. “He moved to Chicago shortly after his divorce from Lucinda.” Lassiter recited from the sheet he had printed out from his computer. His eyes scanned the remainder of the paper when a thought hit him. “I wonder if Mr. Stevenson had something to do with Julie's kidnapping?”

Juliet eyed him carefully. “How do you mean? Does he have a criminal record?” She finally asked, when Lassiter proved he wasn't going to dive further into his theory.

“No on the record.” He read off, before looking up from the folder. “It's just, there is no record of a custody hearing. Maybe Lucinda had something on him, blackmail of sort--” Lassiter sighed realizing how stupid it sounded saying the words out loud. “It's just, why wouldn't he fight for custody of his only child? Maybe Lucinda was stopping him from doing that somehow, and he became desperate. We know that Mahoney is from Pittsburgh, and that for a short time Lucinda was on the police force there. Maybe Lucinda had crossed paths with Mahoney--”

Juliet nodded. “Which would give Mahoney motive to want to hurt Lucinda and Mr. Stevenson could have given him opportunity.”

Lassiter nodded. “It's thin at best, but it's the only logical explanation that I can think of.” He turned back toward the interrogation room door. His hand on the door handle.

Juliet stared ahead for a moment. “There's just one thing, Carlton.” His head snapped toward her. “Why would Mahoney bring Julie to Santa Barbara, if Gregory Stevenson is in Chicago?”

Lassiter's hand fell away from the door as his entire theory fell apart. They were back at square one, and from the rate they were going at it, they'd never locate Julie Stevenson.

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Shawn laughed as Gus brought in a tray full of food for them to devour while they started their chosen movie marathon. Brandon gurgled happily from his playpen. One of his fists was in his mouth while the other swung around as he tried to get his father's attention.

“Dude, this is the most amazing spread of food.” Shawn said as he snatched up a french fry.

“Only the best for a movie marathon. You know that, Shawn.” Gus said, while he pointed the remote at the television to start the first queued up movie.

The opening credits started to roll as Shawn's thoughts went back to earlier. He couldn't stop thinking about it. Pushing aside the fact that his visions were getting increasingly worse, Shawn couldn't figure out what it was about the little girl that was so familiar. It was killing him. He definitely needed to stop hitting his head, it was causing his fabulous brain to not work right.

“Shawn!”

His head whipped toward Gus who was glaring at him. “What's up, buddy?”

Gus merely shook his head. “You're not even paying attention.” Gus couldn't help chuckling lightly. “I thought you wanted to watch this?”

Shawn nodded his head, but sighed. The look on his face did not agree with the nodding of his head. Gus paused the movie, and turned his attention to his friend. “It's just. I can't stop thinking about my dream. It was different this time. I mean, not different as in seeing something different, but different like it wasn't scary this time. There was no noise, Julie wasn't crying out for help. She was just sitting there, staring at where I was sitting. There is no way I was seen, because that's how it works. I'm there to view only, but I'm not seen and I cannot interfere. Which is what makes them so bad.” Shawn knew he was rambling but he had to get his thoughts out in the open. He was fairly certain that it would help him realize what he was missing. “This time though, they weren't that bad. I was able to focus more. I was able to really take in Julie's appearance. Aside from her clothes being tattered and torn, and the few bruises on her face, she looks exactly like the pictures at the station. It's just—there is something about her eyes. They looked so familiar, and I cannot figure out why.”

Gus nodded along, even if he didn't know what Julie looked like, he could tell that whatever Shawn couldn't see was really bothering him. “Look, Shawn--” He waited until Shawn gave him, his undivided attention. “I know that I'm not your father. I know that you would normally talk this out with him.” Shawn sighed, and nodded his head softly. “Let me see if I can help though.” Shawn waited patiently for Gus to continue. “Close your eyes.”

Shawn stared at Gus for a moment. “Since when did you become a psychologist, Gus?” Shawn's eyebrow cocked.

“Just do it, Shawn.”

Sighing, and eying Gus for a moment longer, Shawn did as he was told. “What now, all wise and knowing Guster?”

Gus laughed mirthlessly, before continuing. “Picture Julie.” Shawn nodded his head. “Alright, now focus on her eyes.” Shawn gave a thumbs up to Gus, who rolled his eyes. “Alright, now picture all of the people you know, and see if you can figure out why her eyes seem familiar.”

Shawn sighed. “What exactly is that going to accomplish?”

Gus groaned. “A child gets their eye color and shape from one of their parents. Now, if something about Julie's eyes are familiar, then that means that you probably know or have met one of her parents. If you can figure out whose eyes resemble Julie's.”

Shawn smiled. “Then I'll have located one of her parents.” Shawn did as Gus had instructed. He watched as Juliet, his father, and mother filtered through his mind. Gus followed shortly after, and Shawn was getting bored. Suddenly his eyes flew open, and Shawn grinned brightly. “Oh—this is so good.”

Gus couldn't help grinning with Shawn. “Did you figure it out?”

“Oh yeah. Look, can you drive me back to the station. There is information that Lassiter and Juliet need to know, and it's very important.”

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Lassiter slammed his hand on his desk. “We're back at square one. Are we ever going to find this poor girl?”

Juliet sighed, as she raked her finger through her hair. “I wish I had an answer. Hell, I wish the answer was yes.” She groaned. Her temples were beating like a drum, and she had forgotten her bottle of aspirin at home.

“Detective Lassiter.” Both of their heads snapped up to stare at Buzz. A glum expression was on his face. It was disconcerting to see such an out of place expression on the generally happy officer's face.

“Yes, McNab?” Lassiter finally said, when Buzz proved he wasn't going to say anything further until Lassiter acknowledged him.

“I have a Mr. Gregory Stevenson waiting for you.”

Lassiter sighed. “Fantastic. Put him in interrogation room number two.” Buzz nodded as he left the two detectives alone. “Alright, let's go ask Mr. Stevenson some questions. Get some answers, because I am fairly certain that if we don't find this girl soon...” He let his sentence trail off, knowing he didn't need to put his thoughts into words. Juliet knew just as well as he did what would happen to Julie Stevenson if they didn't locate her soon.

Juliet nodded glumly as she stood up and followed Lassiter toward the interrogation room. It was going to be a long night, and she was already missing her husband and son. “Hey, Carlton.” She waited until he huffed in acknowledgment. “After we interrogate Mr. Stevenson, do you care if I go to lunch.” She left out the fact that her lunch would involve Shawn and Brandon.

He simply shrugged. “I suppose it's fine. Want me to go with you?” He asked, nonchalantly.

Juliet smiled softly. “Nope. I'll probably just go home for lunch.”

Lassiter groaned. “Should have known Spencer would be involved. Just—don't be making anymore children. I can't handle that again.”

Juliet huffed, despite their current case she had to respect the fact that they could still banter back and forth. “I was not that bad.”

Lassiter stopped quickly and turned on his heel to face her. Though his face reeked of annoyance, she could see the playfulness in his eyes and the twitch of his lips. “Not that bad? Good God, Juliet. Not bad is what Spencer was.” He sighed. “That is a sad, but true fact. Shawn Spencer was less annoying than you, when you were pregnant. Oh, let us not forget scary.” Lassiter's body shook from the memory. “You were worse than the chief, and she was scary.”

Juliet wanted to look aggravated by his words, even if she knew them to be true. She wanted nothing more than to argue her point, but she couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped her lips. The fact that Lassiter had been more afraid of her than of Chief Vick was hilarious to her, for some reason.

“It's not funny.” His face held a certain amount of seriousness to it, despite the continued twitch of his lips. Sighing, when he knew she'd just argue with him further on the fact of who was scarier, he threw up his hands in surrender. “How about we just go talk with Gregory Stevenson, and I try to forget we had this conversation.”

Juliet nodded. “And I will try to not get pregnant anytime soon.”

Lassiter groaned. “If you do, I will make the chief put you on a mandatory leave and I will lose your number.”

Juliet laughed as she followed her partner into the interrogation room. “Hello, Mr. Stevenson. I'm Detective Juliet Spencer, and this is my partner Detective Carlton Lassiter.” Lassiter glared at her, causing her to smirk at him. “We'd like to ask you a few questions about Lucinda Barry and Julie Stevenson” Gregory Stevenson smiled at Juliet. His blue eyes probed hers. He nodded at her. “How did you meet Mrs. Barry?”

He stared ahead for a moment, before smiling softly. “She had been a detective for the Pittsburgh police department at the time. One of my employees had been found dead in his apartment, and she was convinced that someone at my company had been involved in his murder.”

Juliet nodded, as Lassiter took a seat in the corner of the room. “Okay, and when did the two of you become romantically involved?”

Gregory sat forward, a smile played on his lips. “About a week after she closed the case. It wasn't for lack of trying. She had refused my advances during the investigation, but had no reason to refuse me once the case was closed. Before you ask, we dated for four months before I asked her to marry me.”

Juliet jotted down some notes, before looking back up at Gregory. “Alright, and can you tell me why you got divorced?”

Gregory smiled. “After we were married, I asked her to retire from the police force. We had Julie, and I didn't relish the thought of my wife putting her life in danger every single day. It took some convincing, but she finally agreed that it was for the best, for our family. It wasn't long after she retired that the drinking started.”

Juliet stared at him for a moment. “Are you trying to tell me that Lucinda is an alcoholic?”

He sighed. “In short? Yes. She couldn't deal with—I don't know, I guess whatever had happened on the job. She figured the only way to keep the bad memories at bay was to slowly kill herself via alcohol. I tried to get her help, and got her into rehab, twice. The third time she reverted, I decided I had taken all I could and filed for divorce. Don't get me wrong, I love her. I still do, but I couldn't stand to sit idly by while she slowly drank herself to death. I saw what it was doing to her and to Julie.”

Juliet nodded, as she jotted down more notes. “Where were you the day that Julie Stevenson disappeared?”

Gregory stared at Juliet, shock written on his features. “You think I have something to do with Julie's disappearance?”

Juliet held a neutral facial expression. “It has crossed our minds as a possibility.”

Gregory laughed mirthlessly. “And why is that?”

Juliet glanced back at Lassiter, who simply nodded his head. “Let me ask you, Mr. Stevenson, why didn't you fight for custody of your child, if Mrs. Barry was as bad an alcoholic as you claim?”

Gregory leaned forward, his hands clasped on the table. He stared straight at Juliet. “Because Julie is not my daughter. Julie was nearly a year old when Lucinda and I got married. Looks as if you need to do better research Detective Spencer.” He sat back, his hands clasped behind his head and a smirk on his lips. “Anything else, or am I free to go?”

Juliet sat there stunned, as Lassiter stood up. “I would recommend you not leave town, but you're free to go.”

Gregory stood up and smiled down at the still shocked Juliet. “Too bad you're married, detective. I would have loved to take you to dinner.” Juliet's shocked expression turned to a glare.

“I suggest you leave, Mr. Stevenson, before I change my mind. Harassing a detective is frowned upon around here.”

Gregory simply nodded his head, before walking out of the interrogation room. “If he's not the father, then who is?” Juliet finally muttered out.

“I have no idea.” Lassiter frowned.