Shawn pushed the pictures of his friends and family to the center of the table as the woman continued to stand beside him. All sense of flirtation was gone from the woman's demeanor the moment she laid out the photographs and replaced by a threatening stance and a silent glair.

The first item in the file was a list of items that had been stolen from the location; a music player, and undisclosed amount of money, and a pair of jeans. The moment Shawn saw the list when he first saw the file he knew there had to be more to the case than met the eye or whoever this woman was took petty crime way to seriously.

Following the list were several photographs of a bed room that appeared to belong to a teenager. The first showed the bed, which was unmade, not surprising there given the owner. The second showed the dresser and part of a wall. The drawers of the dresser were pulled out and the partially folded t-shirts suggested that someone searched through the drawers for something. On the wall Shawn could make out the corner of a poster for some rock band called "The Alphanumerics", but there was nothing special to it beyond the geekiness of the name.

The next few photos showed other parts of the room, but nothing special. However, the last one caught his eye. The bed room window was open, now while it was not unusual for a teenage boy to leave his window unlatched and open his room to the possibility of being broken into, Shawn did not think this was the case. Picking up the photo he could better make out a smudge mark on the window. On the lower right corner of the window was a dark mark that looked as if it had been made by the teenage boy's hand as he pushed against the frame every time he climbed out. What caught Shawn's eye was a blue handprint in the exact same area.

Shawn slipped back to an earlier photo that showed the desk. Tipped over near the back of the desk was a tipped over bottle of blue ink, the kind used for drawing, some of the earlier pictures of the walls had elaborate pen drawings of them, all in blue ink. Shawn flipped back to the photo of the window; the color of the ink was a match.

Closing the folder Shawn turned to face the woman. "My psychic senses are telling me that…"

The woman help up a hand telling Shawn to stop, "No psychic crap, just tell me what you see."

"Ok, the items stolen from the room are all small ticket items that would only appeal to someone who was not a hardened criminal or someone who was returning to his room to get some things he left behind. The teenager who lives here snuck back into the room to get his money that he hid in his t-shirt drawer and his music player which he must have kept on his desk. In the process he knocked over some ink and put his hand in it, he may have spilled some on his pants as well, which would account for the missing pair of jeans. The hand print on the windowsill in the exact place as all the others is what suggests that it was the same kid that lives in the room."

"Good," the woman responded with a smile as she walked over to the doorway, although, from what Shawn could make out of her eyes from behind her mask, she was clearly upset by something as well. "Hand him the other file," she commanded the guard by the door, "and call me if he figures anything out."

The guard by the door walked over and handed Shawn another file, similar to the one already in front of him. The moment he opened the file he knew why the woman seemed upset. The first item in the file was of a teenage boy, wearing a t-shirt with the words "The Alphamumerics" on it, and his right hand covered in blue ink. Surrounding his pale body was a pool of red blood.

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Gus walked out of the hospital and into a cab. The doctors determined that there were no lingering effects of his attack and he was desperate to get to the police station to see if they had made any progress. Juliet had told him, when she left the night before, that she would call the hospital the moment they had any information on Shawn, and while no call came in, Gus still wanted to check.

Once the cab stopped outside the station and Gus quickly paid for the trip he ran up the stairs into the police station. The moment he saw Juliet, he knew the situation for Shawn had not improved, the shake of her head confirmed it.

Juliet walked over to Gus, "We have not heard anything from the people that took Shawn and, while we are all still going over the scene and the crime scene photos, all evidence still supports the theory that the people who kidnapped him were professionals and did not leave anything behind."

Gus, merely nodded, unsure of what to say before turning to Lassiter who was sitting at his desk who seemed to be intently focusing one of the support columns. Noticing Gus staring at her partner, Juliet turned as well.

"Lassiter?" Juliet questioned.

Lassiter stood up quickly with a hopeful expression on his face and grabbed his coat. "Juliet, we need to go to the taco place we ate at last week, bring Gus as well."

"What is it?"

Lassiter walked quickly to the exit, explaining as he walked, "Last week when we were eating I noticed that there was a man by the beach that was watching us. It was odd at the time, but not that weird, and I dismissed him as probably just some criminal that I put away at some point and has sense been released. However, as I think about it now I am sure I never arrested the man."

"What does this mean?" Gus asked, confused.

"If the people that took Shawn as professionals they would want to collect as much information as they could about him before they actually kidnapped him, this would include collecting information about his friends and the people he works with. I don't think that the taco place has a camera, but I am sure the bank next to it does, if they are keeping the tapes as they should be we will be able to get a picture of this man."