Shawn and Juliet ran into the SBPD, they ran to interrogation room 1. and saw their 17 year old son, Matt, sitting in the chair. Juliet whipped around to look at the Head Detective behind him.

"You arrested my son?" snarled Juliet.

"What choice did I have O'Hara,?" he snapped back waiting for Shawn to snap also. She narrowed her eyes, "It's Spencer now."

Juliet turned to look at her husband, worried at why he was being so quiet. His hazel eyes where large and distant. "Shawn," she whispered.

"Jesus Spencer, almost every kid gets in trouble at his age, hell you where arrested at 18." Lassiter offered. Shawn tensed and whipped around. Jamming a painful finger into Lassiter's chest, "No, this wont happen to him. If he doesn't come home tomorrow, or the next day, or the next day. This ones on you Lassiter." He turned and walked into the interrogation room.

"What just happened?" asked the head detective as he looked at Juliet. Her blue eyes where large as tears streamed down her face. She shook her head, "Shawn ran." Lassiter looked even more confused. She tried again. "When Shawn was arrested," she paused as she choked up, "It was is father who arrested him, and Shawn ran. He ran away, and didn't come back."

Inside Interrogation Room 1.

Shawn looked at his son sitting in the chair, "Matt," he said softly. Matt looked up at his dad with his mother's eyes, "Dad." he whispered before looking down. Shawn saw the tears starting to run. "It was just a stupid dare."

Shawn pulled one of the other chairs around. "I know." Matt looked back up as Shawn looked at the bruise on the side of Matt's head. "Did Lassie hit you getting you into the car?"

"No, but when he pulled me along I fell."

"Good, a car hood hurts a lot more that it looks dude."

"Did he do that to you?"

"Yup, first case he tried to arrest me, dented his Crown Vic." Shawn laughed a little at the memory. Matt looked at his dad his blue eyes burned with (what Shawn was glad wasn't hatred) wonder, "Where you ever in jail?"

Shawn bit his lip and nodded, "Once, but I've been in that chair 3 times." Matt's eyes widened at this fact, "What did you do?" Shawn looked at the mirrored window, knowing that Juliet, the chief and Lassiter where watching, "I stole my dad's car when I was 18."

"Wow," The teenager whispered in surprise, Shawn's eyes narrowed at the memory, "Ya, I asked to borrow his car, he said no, I took it anyway." He grew even more tense, "And he arrested me." The teen's jaw dropped, "Grandpa Henry arrested his own son? Where you mad at him."

Shawn nodded, "'I was beyond mad Matt, I ran away." Shawn put his head in his hands, "And I never went back."

"But you're here arnt you."

"Matt. I didn't come home for years. I left behind Grandpa, Gus, everyone I knew and cared about. Once I came home, it was years before I talked to your grandfather."

"Dad." He muttered, Shawn stood up and gave his son a crushing hug. "Don't run." he whispered When he released him, Matt looked directly into his dads eyes, "I never will."