Shawn Spencer's Sister (Psych Season 1)

Psych [8]

Shawn rang the doorbell to his father's house only to frown when Diana answered instead.

"Ha!" Diana glanced back as her father approached the door. "You owe me five bucks,"

"Hi, Dad," Shawn greeted.

"Shawn," The dad said as he put on his jacket.

"You didn't tell me you moved back," Shawn noted.

"Diana knew. Plus, you didn't tell me you moved away,"

"That was different," Shawn argued.

"Was it?"

"Yeah. I was busy trying to help my mom through her divorce,"

Diana rolled her eyes at Shawn's usage of the mom card.

"Well, it's nice to see you, too, son," Their father said.

"Can I come in?" Shawn asked.

"No," Their father said as he grabbed his hat and handed Diana her satchel. "I was on my way out to lunch with Diana. You can come with us if you don't bring that thing," he nodded towards Shawn's motorbike.

***

"When I was in the department, there were two things I hated in this world. Private investigators and psychics," Shawn's Dad reasoned as they sat inside a diner.

Shawn glared over at Diana.

Diana shrugged as she sipped her iced tea.

"Congratulations, kid," Their father continued. "You just hit the disappointment exacta,"

"Dad," Diana chastised.

The waitress came over and handed Diana the bill.

"Thank you,"

Their father reached over for the bill before Diana could pay.

"It sort of happened by accident," Shawn explained.

"What are you gonna do when you get caught?" Their father wondered, "Move out of town?"

"I'm not going to get caught,"

"Shawn, this is just like everything else. Three months from now, you're going to be on a bus going to Minneapolis,"

"It's not like that. Have you been listening to me? I finally figured out a way to use my special gift. You should be thrilled. You're the one that made me this way. I'm good at this,"

"Oh." their father nodded. "Oh, oh, I see. You're so good at it; what are you doing knocking at my door?"

"You think I came to you for help,"

"Quit being egotistical and just ask Shawn," Diana spat. "Or I will..."

"Okay," Shawn huffed. "There was no ransom drop,"

Their father looked over at Diana. "He got you involved,"

Diana shrugged. "I get an exclusive story that will get me out of the advice column,"

Their father shook his head. "I'm not gonna be a part of this,"

"Come on," Shawn argued. "Would you just hear me out?"

"Please," Diana sugar-coated.

"Okay." Their father said, "No ransom drop. So what? Big deal,"

"So, six days? Nothing? Not even a demand?" Shawn voiced.

"It happens all the time. It's not unprecedented. They try to create panic in the family,"

"Yeah, I know. I know. But not this guy. This guy wanted it done quickly,"

"I know that. Well, then, you missed something. You've been driving your motorcycle all across the country, working your bungee cord jumping expeditions. You're soft. Hey, pal, it happens,"

"He's not soft." Diana pointed out, "Because even I'm not seeing an angle,"

"Clos your eyes,"

Shawn laughed as Diana closed her eyes out of instinct. "No way. I'm not seven,"

"Close your eyes. Any longer, I'll think you're cheating,"

Diana elbowed Shawn's side.

Shawn sighed but did as he was told.

"How many hats are in the room?" Their father asked.

Shawn shook his head. "All right. Fine. Just in case you're trying to pull a fast one, I'm not counting the one in your pocket," he placed his fingers against his temple "Nylon fishing hat on the loner in the corner. Foam cap on the kid who's too young to know they were lame the first time they came out. Both truckers. One a concrete company I've never heard of. The advertising-free moustache rides,"

"Gross," Diana cringed.

"I'm fairly certain no one's taken him up on that offer. Norwegian girl. Ponytail pulled out the back,"

"She married," Diana pointed out.

"And our friendly bartender wearing the official hat of the restaurant. Six hats,"

Diana smirked. "And?"

"That's it,"

"Want to correct him, Diana?"

"There are seven hats,"

Their father nodded in confirmation. "I can't help you. You missed something,"

"I didn't miss anything," Shawn argued.

"Cowboy hat," Diana corrected. "You got distracted by mustache hat,"

"Shawn, you want my advice," Their father said. "Go out, get yourself a real job, grow up. In the meantime, you might want to ask yourself who you're trusting in this case that maybe you shouldn't. 'Cause obviously, you're overlooking somebody." He handed Shawn the receipt. "Thanks for lunch,"

Shawn hit Diana's arm once their father left.

"Ow," Diana pouted.

"Why you gotta show me up like that?" Shawn hissed.

Diana rolled her eyes and walked out of the restaurant.