**Note- after some tips I redid the scene. Sorry for the double post. The text came out of nowhere just before dusk- coordinates but not message. The phone had been looked at for a second with a frown before Jensen texted Ty's phone with a series of alpha characters that would not (or shouldn't be) ignored. That message was never answered. This didn't bode well at all. Jensen took a half-hour packing a bag before it was tossed into his trunk and he reluctantly headed away from the safe house to do the one thing he's drilled into Ty's head. "Never go alone." Rule 1. It's about to be broken. Coming to a stop when he found the coordinates he sighed as he cut the engine. Great. Grandview Psychiatric Hospital. This was getting better and better. It took a couple of minutes to gear up, take out the crossbow and snap the trunk lid shut. The flashlight had already been taped to the top of it (it was quieter than a pistol, and in this place silence was your ally) and snapped on when he opened the double doors and headed on inside. Up the main steps and around the corner found him faced with another set of doors amid debris, graffiti, and what looked like dried blood smeared on almost all the walls around him. The sigh was heavy as he toed the door open and slipped into the long hall at the other side of it. The hall behind him glowed red from the flare he'd dropped just in case they needed a quick get away. It didn't help, seeing any better. "Heeeeeere kitty, kitty, kitty." The murmur was to himself in the middle of the heavy silence. Someone's gotta have a sense of humor in this situation.