Shawn Spencer's Sister (Psych Season 1)

Psych

~ 1986, Santa Barbara, California ~

A young boy and girl, both around 9 years old, Shawn and Diana, sat across from their father, Henry, in a booth.

Henry was in his police uniform "Did you do your homework?" he asked the kids.

"Uh-huh," Shawn replied.

"Finish those beets?"

"Yep," Diana said out of disgust as she pushed her empty plate away from her.

Shawn looked at the dessert tray "Can I have the fudge cake?"

"Close our eyes," Henry ordered.

Diana did it without question.

Shawn sighed in distaste "Dad, I don't want to..."

"Now," Henry scolded.

With a sigh, Shawn closed his eyes and put his fingers to each temple.

"Which letter is out in the exit sign?"

"The X," Diana responded.

"What color is the vinyl?"

"What's vinyl?" Shawn asked.

"It's the stuff these are covered in,"

"Purple," Diana claimed.

"Maroon." Henry corrected "Close enough. Manager's name,"

"Who?" Shawn questioned.

"She's wearing a name tag. The woman standing at the front door when we first walked in. You saw her,"

Diana thought back to when they walked in and saw the name tag "Marie,"

"Can I have the cake now?" Shawn asked.

Henry leaned forward "How many hats?"

"Come on, Dad!" Diana sighed.

"Diana, you want a piece of cake? How many hats are in the room?"

"Does a beanie count?" Shawn questioned.

"What do you think?"

"Three," Diana counted.

"You didn't describe them,"

"That's not fair," Shawn argued.

"Time's almost up, Shawn,"

"One has a flower..." Diana described "...the one the lady's wearing. One has a picture of some kind of lion on the weird guy with the crooked tooth. The last one is...on the chef,"

"What about the beanie?"

"A beanie's a cap, not a hat," Shawn proclaimed.

"All right, open your eyes,"

"Thank you," Diana sighed in relief as she and Shawn opened their eyes.

A Waitress witnessed Henry's exercise. "Wow. That's amazing,"

Shawn smiled.

"It's adequate,"

Diana stuck her tongue out at her father.

"Give them their cake,"

"I guess I know what you're gonna be when you grow up," The Waitress told the kids.

"Oh, I'm never gonna grow up, ma'am," Shawn claimed.

***

~ 2006...Still Santa Barbara ~

Diana got out of her car and headed into the police department. Her press badge hung around her neck, recorder in hand. She walked over to the desk where a black female officer was on the phone, "Hey, Allen," Diana greeted.

Allen waved at Diana as she continued talking on the phone.

Diana remained standing as she flipped through her notebook, looking up when she heard a familiar male voice talk to Allen.

"Hello, officer." Shawn greeted.

Diana smirked as Allen continued talking on the phone.

"I'm Shawn Spencer." He continued.

Allen merely pointed her finger over to the bench where criminals sat while awaiting processing.

"Oh...oh, no, no. No, that's not for me. Uh, I'm here for a commendation. I called in a...tip,"

Diana rolled her eyes "Typical," she muttered under her breath.

Allen once again pointed to the bench.

"Here's the thing, these are new pants," Shawn complained.

Allen glared at him and pointed to the bench.

"Clearly you feel very strongly about this. Right," Spencer turned and saw Diana standing against the wall. "Dee?!"

"Hey, Spence. Shame you didn't come in handcuffs, would have made a hell of a story," Diana teased.

"What are you doing here?"

Diana showed him her press badge "Working,"

"Huh," Spencer glanced over at the man handcuffed by the bench "Get out of here. You know, I have the same tattoo. They spelled 'bloodthirsty' wrong on mine. Can you believe it?"

The man lunged towards Spencer.

Diana couldn't help but laugh "I cannot believe you didn't test that out first," she glanced over towards the printer room and saw McNab dancing.

"One, two, three, one, two, three..." McNab counted to himself.

"What'd you do, bust up your ex-wife's car?" Spencer asked the convict.

"Her new boyfriend's," The convict replied.

"That'll teach her,"

"They got no witnesses,"

"Sweet. Might want to brush the shards of taillight off your sleeve," Shawn suggested, causing Diana to step on his foot, but he stepped out of the way in time "Just a tip,"

"Gee, thanks, guy,"

"Sure,"

Diana shook her head in quiet laughter as the taillight shards merely fell into the guy's boot.

"Why do I even try?" Shawn questioned.

"Spencer?" Detective Lassiter called out causing both twins to look over.

"Yes?" They asked simultaneously.

Detective Lassiter glanced at Diana "Miss Spencer how many times have we told you...."

"You told me not to bother anyone. And I'm not. I'm just standing here..." Diana claimed as she crossed her arms "Besides Detective Lassiter, I would think you'd want a journalist on standby to go over a major case that was solved thanks to the effort of one great Detective Lassiter,"

Lassiter cleared his throat and glanced over at Shawn "Mr. Spencer can you come with us,"

"Time to get my moola," Shawn smiled as he walked towards the detective.

Diana had plans of her own and followed her brother as she noticed that they were heading towards the interrogation rooms.

"Miss Spencer..." Detective Lassiter warned as he stopped the young journalist.

"You're taking my twin brother down to interrogation. Relax it won't be a slam article against the police, but it will be an embarrassing story about him." Diana looked up at Lassiter with pleading eyes "Please?"

Lassiter glanced around the bullpen and nodded for Diana to follow "Fine,"

Diana clicked her pen open as she got a fresh page open in her notebook "You won't regret it,"