I walk up to the door and knock, hoping Henry's awake. He opens the door fully dressed in another horrible Costco shirt. Of course he's awake.

"Juliet," he smiles. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Mr. Spencer," I greet him.

"Henry," he corrects.

"Hi, Henry. Could I have a word?"

"Sure, come in." Henry closes the door behind me. "What is this about?"

"I'm sure you've heard about the Dobson's by now."

Henry nods once.

"Do you know of anyone who would want to hurt that little boy?"

"No, and if I did, I would have called. You know that. So what's this really about?"

I sigh. Henry is as perceptive as his son. "It's Shawn."

"Shawn? What's wrong with my son?"

"It's just that he's been acting odd since this case started."

Henry crosses his arms. "Odd?"

"He's been all emotional. I've seen him cry only a couple times before this, but he's just a wreck. I know he's hiding something. I think he feels guilty, although I can't imagine why. And last night he had a night terror."

"A night terror?"

"Yes, it was terrible."

"And you think I know why?" Henry's tone was suddenly tinged with a hostile undertone.

"I thought you might, since you're his father," I reply, confused with the turn this conversation had taken.

"He's never had a night terror before. I have no idea why he would start now."

My eyes narrow upon hearing this lie. "You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. He's my son. Now, if you'll excuse me detective, I have plans. And it seems you have a case to work."

"Alright. Thank you for your time, Henry." I hop back in my car wondering what could possibly make both Spencers and Gus lie to me.

I glance at the passengers seat to see three missed calls from my very impatient partner. I shoot him a quick text saying I'm on my way now before starting up my car. I drive in silence for some time before realizing that I trusted Gus to watch Shawn when Gus has work today.

I grab my phone off the seat to call home.

"Hello," Shawn's voice answers.

"Hey Shawn, is Gus there?"

"Yea, he is, why?" He is too tired to process anything at this hour, especially after the night terror.

"Can I talk to him for a sec?"

"Sure." I hear a bunch of rustling in the background.

"Hi Jules." Gus has the phone now.

"Do you have work today?"

"Yea. Why?" He asks, confused.

"I just wanted to know if Shawn would be left alone today or not."

"Yes he will, I'm sorry, but I have to go to work so I can keep my job. Sorry," he apologizes profusely.

"That's okay, could you send him to Henry's maybe?"

"Yeah I can trick him into anything," he brags.

"Alright," I laugh, "thanks Gus."

"Well I should go, want to talk to Shawn?"

My gps tells me I have some time till I get there so I reply, "sure, bye Gus."

"What were you talking about with Gus?" Shawn must have been ready to steal the phone from Gus once I gave him an okay.

"I was asking him if he cleaned up the kitchen, because I trust him more than you on that note." I force myself to lie.

"I wouldn't trust me either."

"Oh, Lassiter is calling me, I've got to take this. Bye Shawn."

"Okay, big fat kisses."

"Big fat kisses." I can't help but smile everytime he says that, it will never get old.

"Juliet!" Carlton yells into his phone, "where the hell are you?"

"I'm turning onto the street right now." I try not to yell but I'm getting close.

"I see you, I'm hanging up" he made himself feel kind of stupid for calling again.

Pulling in the driveway, I check myself out in the mirror and notice how much of a mess my hair is right now. I pull out the rubber band and finger through the knots. I do my best in making a neat part without a brush and somehow it turned out okay.

"Come on, O'Hara, let's go." Even Carlton seems to be acting a little differently with this case.

"I'm coming!" I'm really not in the mood to be patient with him today.

"Will you talk to Charlie again?" His patience level just took a nosedive, "Mrs. Dobson said it was okay for you to do it."

"Okay," I try to hold back laughter but it escapes a little bit.

"Do you find that funny?" His voice raises.

"No," I fire back and put my serious face back on. As I proceed up the stairs the vision of Shawn night terror just keeps replaying in my head; I can't get it out.

*knock* *knock*

"Who is it?" A faint voice calls out from inside the room.

"It's Juliet, may I come in?"

"Yes, if it's just you." Light footsteps come towards the door to open it up for me.

"Hey, what are you up to buddy?" I see that his eyes are red from crying.

"Nothing," Charlie mumbles.

I sit down beside him on his bed in order to level with him. Gently grabbing his biceps I ask, "Are you okay?"

"No." I'm caught off guard with his reaction. "I'm not okay at all Juliet." His body goes limp as his head falls and he starts crying on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry." I pull him closer and rub his back a little to comfort him.

After a minute or so he raises his head up and says quietly, "this is all my fault."