-1"Where did you learn to do that?" Shawn asked bursting with excitement. Rosie was practically beaming. She knew that what she'd done something (although she had no idea what) that had pleased him and she couldn't be happier that he was proud of her.

"Do what, Daddy?"

"Y-you just used observation and common sense to prove a man innocent!"

"Oh, that," She said, making a passive hand gesture. "That's nothing. You can do that can't you Daddy? That's how they think you're a psychic right?"

"W'yeah, but you're only six." Shawn said, not meaning to sound belittling.

"I got it from you. That's what mommy told me." She looked down. "That's the only thing she told me. That I was just like you."

"Oh Rosie, I didn't mean you shouldn't be able to do it, I meant that its wonderful that you're able to do it."

"Do ya mean it?!" Rosie beamed again.

"Well of course I do! Now I have someone to help me out," Shawn began to whisper. " Cuz, between you and me, Uncle Gus is a little slow on the uptake."

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Later that night, Shawn and Rosie were scheduled to eat at Henry's. Rosie had to tell Henry about riding on the motorcycle, earning Shawn yet another glare for letting her. After dinner, while Rosie was watching the Channel 8 news, Shawn pulled Henry aside.

"What is it Shawn? You're cutting into precious bonding time with my granddaughter." Henry folded his arms. Shawn gave Henry a 'Come again?' kind of look, then continued.

"Chill, Dad, you're gonna love this." He paused for affect. "Rosie can do exactly what you and I can."

"Tcha, that's impossible Shawn. I worked with you for years to perfect your observation skills."

"Yeah, well, apparently its genetic cuz she played a HUGE part in solving a murder case today."

"Shawn, promise me you won't include her in your psychic scheme."

"Why, Dad, Do you really think that I would be that irresponsible?" Shawn said, an innocent look coming across his face. That fact was, he had never even considered that.

"Whatever, Shawn. I'm going to spend time with my granddaughter." Shawn rolled his eyes and followed his father into the living room.

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Gus' jaw dropped when Shawn told him the news the next day.

"Amazing…"

"I know, right!" Shawn grinned. He couldn't contain his pride. Rosie, who was sitting beside her father coloring, looked up from her masterpiece and grinned at her Uncle Gus as well. Suddenly, she had an idea.

"Can I be a psychic like you?" Rosie asked, directing her attention towards Shawn. The grin disappeared from Shawn's face.

"Um, no sweetie you can't," he tried to explain. "I wouldn't be a good Daddy if I let you lie like that."

"But you lie about being a psychic, you lie about it all the time," she pointed out. Shawn opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He looked over to Gus for help but his friend merely lifted up his hands and shook his head.

"Just trust me. Ok, squirt?" He said, giving her a noogie. Rosie agreed, pouting a small bit and in doing so, reminding Gus a lot of Shawn.

It's gonna get very interesting from here on out. Gus thought to himself.