Gus rolled his eyes as they both got in the car. Shaun grabbed the passenger seat, leaving Gus to sit in the back.

Shaun noticed the keychain that Sam used to crank the car. It had a few things on it, such as a key chain from a trip to Hawaii. There was also a picture of Sam hugging a little girl that said 'world's best mom'. Shaun frowned. That definitely put a damper on his plans.

He looked around he noticed that she definitely wasn't wearing a ring. He sat in the car and grabbed the seat belt. That's when he saw the brochures stuffed in the side of a door. There were various ones for different kindergartens. It didn't take long to draw up a conclusion.

They eventually made it to the police station. Sam had been ignoring Shaun as Gus was telling her about some of the cases they'd worked on. Shaun was unnaturally quiet.

Lassader and the Chief were waiting for them. Lassie scowled at Shaun.

"Hey, Lassie. What's up? We were just talking about you. Did you know that it takes more energy to frown than to smile? Maybe that's why you're so angry all the time…"

The chief spoke up. "Mr. Spencer, I need you to focus right now. You've already met Mrs. Samantha Lerosy. She will be assisting you in your investigation."

Gus looked at Shaun. "Um, actually, I'm not so sure that's a good idea…"

Shaun interrupted. "What Gus is trying to say is that while we would love to have Mrs. Lerosy here hang out with us, it might interrupt my psychic abilities…"

The chief narrowed her eyes. "To be frank, I don't care."

Shaun's eyes widened in mock amazement. "Your name is Frank? I always pegged you as a Sheila or Maggie…"

Gus cut in "I was thinking more of a Caroline…" The chief rolled her eyes. "She's staying." The chief turned and went back into her office.

Lassader looked at them. "Listen, Spencer, I don't like you, but don't screw this up."

Sam spoke up. "Seriously. I'm not too happy about it either."

Lassader looked as if he'd just noticed she was there. "Oh, hello there. My name is Lassader. Carlton Lassader. Nice to meet you."

She nodded, barely glancing at him. "Yes. Now, Shaun, I'm gonna need a little more proof of your "psychic" abilities before I actually go along with this."

Shaun nodded. "That's understand-Oh!"

Lassader rolled his eyes. Sam raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?"

Gus leaned over to her. "He's having a psychic revelation."

Her eyebrows raised farther. Shaun was flailing around acting like a… Shaun. "I sense… you have a daughter…. She's in kindergarten it seems… and she has brown hair… I'm sensing a name… does the letter L mean anything?"

Shaun sighed and pretended to collapse.

Sam looked stunned. "That's amazing! Her middle name is Lauren!"

Shaun couldn't help but feel smug as Lassie shook his head and turned around.

"So, I guess you'll be showing me a little more respect… wait. Where're you going?"

Sam had already turned to head out the door. He rushed to stop her. Gus was quickly following him.

"I'm going to do research. Not everyone can rely on fake psychic abilities."

Shaun grabbed her arm before she got in the car. "Wait, what? I thought you just saw-"

Sam smirked an evil smirk. "I don't have a daughter. All that stuff, it was a test. And you failed, or passed." She shrugged.

"I guess it depends on how you look at it." She extracted her arm from Shaun and got in the car.

She cranked the car and stuck her head out the window.
"Goodbye, Mr. Spencer. It'll be a pleasure working with you. See ya Gus…"

As soon as she left Shaun looked at Gus, who was trying not to laugh.

"Gus, did that really just happen?"

Gus couldn't help it. He was laughing hysterically. Shaun scowled. "Dude, it wasn't that funny…"