"It's official!" Shawn said as he burst in the door of the Psych office. In his hands were some papers and a pink teddy bear. On the bear's stomach the words 'It's a girl!' were stitched.

Gus looked up from his desk and Susie turned to look at Shawn.

"Shawn, what are you talking about?" asked Gus.

Shawn held up one of the papers he was holding. "I just signed the paper allowing me to be Susie's guardian." He handed the paper to Gus. "I'm on a two week probation period as soon as she signs it. What could possibly go wrong?" Shawn dropped to the floor.

Susie looked down at the man who would be her guardian as soon as she signed a single sheet of paper. Was it too late to turn back? "What the hell?" she asked.

Shawn sat up. "Usually in movies when someone says 'What could possibly go wrong?' something bad happens to them." He stood up and handed the teddy bear and the rest of the papers to Susie.

She looked at them. "Um….?" she said. "Thanks. I didn't know I was expecting."

"Huh?" asked Shawn.

Susie held the bear up. "Usually these are given to the parents of a newborn."

"I've seen it go both ways," said Shawn. "Now, if you'll just fill out that questionnaire, that would be splendid."

"Huh?" asked Susie, looking at the papers in her hand.

"Yeah," said Shawn. "I thought that since I'm your new guardian, I should get to know you. So I created a little survey kinda thing for you to fill out."

"You're not my guardian yet, Shawn."

"Good point!" Shawn took the paper off of Gus's desk and handed it to Susie. "If you could just put your John Hancock on the dotted line."

Sighing, Susie took out a fine point black Sharpie and signed the form and handed it back to Shawn. There was no turning back now; he was her guardian.

"Thank you ever so much," he said. "The answers to the questionnaire don't have to be complete sentences--"

"This thing is, like, ten pages long."

"The longer it is, the more intimate we can become."

"You're on crack."

"Love you too. Me and Gus are going to go do some stuff. We'll be back soon. Come on Gus."

Gus stood up and Susie plopped down on the couch.

"Bye Suze!"

Susie mumbled something as Shawn and Gus shut the door and walked towards the little blue car parked out front.

"Shawn, where are we going?"

"First, to the lock and key place."

"Why?"

"To get an office key made for Susie."

"Why don't you just let her break in all the time?"

"Gus, be reasonable. I want Susie to feel that she belongs."

"Did you really make a ten page survey for her to fill out?"

"Eleven, actually. And yes, I did."

Gus took his eyes off the road to stare at Shawn.

"What?" asked Shawn. "I hardly know anything about her."

"And yet you're her guardian." said Gus.

Shawn blew air out of the side of his mouth. "Yeah," he said. "I am."

"Susie! I'm home!" said Shawn as he opened the door to the office with the new key. He stepped over the threshold, Gus following, a bag of groceries in his hand. They had gone to the store to get some veggie-friendly foods to keep here for Susie.

As the two walked into the main room of the office, they found Susie sitting on the couch, the ear buds of her iPod in her ears, questionnaire in hand. She was writing something down. Next to Susie was a boy, who looked about her age, guitar in hand. He was plucking away at some chords. Susie didn't seem to be paying any attention to him.

"She hasn't lived here a week, and already she's having guys over." Shawn whispered to Gus. "Susie! Who's this?"

Susie looked up. "Oh, hey Shawn." She turned her nano off and took the earphones out. "Here's the questionnaire." She handed the papers to Shawn. He looked down at them. All the answers were written in black Sharpie. He smiled to himself.

"Who's your friend?" asked Shawn, turning his attention to the blonde boy.

The boy held out his hand. "Name's Skyler. You can call me Sky."

Shawn shook his hand. "I see," he said. "You're in a band?"

Skyler's eyes grew wide. "Whoa. You really are psychic! How'd you know that?"

Shawn could find no trace of sarcasm in Skyler's face or voice. "Right," Shawn said, sharing a look with Gus. What was this kid's issue?

"So," Shawn said, sitting at his desk. "What can I do for you?"

"The drummer of my band has disappeared." Skyler said, shaking his head. "Which is just like him."

"What?" asked Gus.

"Billie seems to have this ability to go 'missing' before a big show. He always appears the day before, fine except for being drunk or stoned or both, and looking like shit." He sighed.

"So why is it so important that we find him? If he always comes back…." Asked Shawn.

"I'm just scared. He almost didn't get back in time the last time he disappeared. I just don't want something to happen to him."

"When did Billie go missing?" asked Gus.

"About…. two days ago. And he's not answering his phone. Usually he'd answer us with some vague answer if we sent him a text. But this time, we've got nothing.'

"When's your next show?" asked Shawn.

"Saturday night."

"Cool. We'll take the case," said Shawn. "So, we'll need a list of any place you can think where Billie could have gone."

Skyler gave Billie's stats to Shawn and Gus. Then Shawn said "Okay, now, have you gone to the police yet?"

"No," Skyler said. "I thought you couldn't take a disappearance to the po-po's until 48 hours after."

"So…. Why haven't you gone?" asked Gus.

Skyler looked at Gus like he had aliens coming out of his eye sockets. "Dude, come on. 48 hours? That's four days." Skyler laughed and shook his hair out of his eyes. He looked over at Susie. "I thought these guys were supposed to be smart."

Susie looked from Skyler to Shawn and Gus. Then she shook her head and turned her attention to People magazine.

"Is she always this quiet?" asked Skyler.

Shawn made a sort of non-committal noise. "Okay, Skyler, I want you to go to the SBPD headquarters and tell them what you told me. Give them all the stats on Billie, you and all the other members of your band. But don't tell them you talked to us."

"Right," Skyler said. He picked up his guitar and headed towards the door. "Thanks, guys." Shawn watched as Skyler's gaze fell on Susie. She glanced up and Skyler gave a small smile and waved to her. "Bye, Susie," he said as he walked out the door. Susie turned her attention back to the magazine as a slight blush crossed her face.

A few seconds after the door closed, Shawn ran over and jumped on the couch next to Susie. "Dude," he said. "He was totally hitting on you."

Susie looked up at Shawn. "What are you talking about?"

Shawn tried to push his hair down to his eyebrow, but it didn't really work, seeing as it was short. Shawn shook his head and opened his eyes really wide. "Bye, Susie," he said in a really bad imitation of Skyler. "You're really cute. I think you should be in love with me because I'm so cool. I can play guitar and I know how long 48 hours is."

Susie laughed and shook her head. "Whatever, Shawn. I don't think he likes me. Besides, I don't like him like that. I don't even know him."

"But he's a surfer boy! He's in a band!" said Shawn. "Chicks are supposed to dig that."

"Are you implying that I'm not a girl?"

"You're probably just a late bloomer," said Shawn. "But don't worry. I'm sure you'll turn out to be almost completely normal. I mean, look at Gus! He was a late bloomer, and look where he is today."

Susie looked up at Gus. "Single and a pharmaceutical rep? Yes, that's always been my life's goal."

"Hey, pharmaceuticals can be sexy. Right, Shawn?" asked Gus.

"Whatever you say, buddy." Shawn looked back at Susie. "Suze, I'll love you no matter what. And besides, you've got me as your guardian! I'll teach you the ways of me."

"Oh joy," said Susie.

Shawn patted her shoulder and stood up. "Come on Gus. Let's head down to headquarters. It's pretty much a straight shot to there from here. I'm sure blondie's made his way down there by now."

"Need me to go?" asked Susie.

"Nah, you can stay here for now. We'll be back later. Want us to grab you some Chinese food on the way back?"

"Shawn, I'm a vegetarian."

"So? Last I checked, that didn't require being racist against the Chinese."

"There are lots of meats in oriental food."

"So, you want some rice or something?" asked Gus. Susie looked at him. "You know, like a small carton of white rice?"

Susie shrugged and turned back to her magazine. "Sure," she said. "Rice is good."