A/N: I've just recently discovered Psych (LOVE it), and this is my first go at writing it...I of course own nothing, it's all in good fun, I'm no sort of expert, etc. This is probably quite a bit more angsty than anything we'll ever see on the show, but I think there's far more to Shawn than just his goofy persona. Hopefully I'll be able to keep everyone in character. That's my goal, anyway, and I'd love some constructive feedback. Oh, and I see this as taking place sometime early in season 5. I hope you enjoy! -abby

Henry Spencer had a bad feeling.

He'd woken up early as usual, with every intention of spending the day fishing alone. Ever since starting his new part-time consulting position at SBPD, his solitary fishing days were all the more enjoyable.

But today something was off. From the time his alarm went off at 4:30 a.m. to the time he grabbed his keys, Henry couldn't shake the ominous feeling that something was amiss, that something was about to go horribly wrong.

He checked his watch. 5:15 a.m.

Henry was no idiot. He knew very well that Shawn would be pissed if he called this early. The elder Spencer stood on his front porch for several minutes, debating whether or not he should pick up the phone and check on his son.

Finally he decided against it, convinced himself that it was nothing. You just feel bad that he went slamming out of the house last night. Again. Jesus, Henry, when are you going to learn to back off the kid a little? You invite him over for dinner and then ream him out for...something. What was it this time? Somewhat chagrined, Henry shook his head and headed for the truck with a heavy sigh.

Gus stirred uncomfortably, unsure of what had awakened him. What time is it? he wondered, opening one eye to get a glimpse of the bedside clock. 5:15 a.m.

He groaned, stretching under the covers. Lots to do today, Gus reminded himself. What's wrong with you? You've got another hour. Just go back to sleep until the alarm goes off.

But try as he might, he simply couldn't.

Shawn sat bolt upright with a start. He shuddered and pulled the comforter tighter around his shoulders as he squinted at the clock. 5:15 a.m.

Huh, he thought. Weird. And way too early to get up. Only fishing freaks like Dad get up at this hour. Shawn tossed and turned for several minutes before deciding that he was thirsty.That must be why I can't go back to sleep. I'll just get a drink of water then it'll be fine. Groggily, Shawn rolled out of bed and padded quietly out of his bedroom.

He yawned and stretched his arms above his head as he shuffled toward the kitchen. He was so familiar with the layout of his tiny apartment that he didn't bother to turn on the lights. Blinking sleepily in the dim illumination that moonlight provided, Shawn was suddenly stricken by the strong feeling that he was not alone.

What the- there was no time to complete the thought as a thick rag was forced over Shawn's nose and mouth. Stunned, he tried to fight his unseen attacker but it was no use. Within seconds he succumbed to the effects of the drug. Shawn's knees buckled and he collapsed as unconsciousness claimed him.