I hadn't planned on standing outside the psych office but here I was, the car sitting just around the curb so it couldn't be seen from the front window. I felt like an idiot for doing this. I didn't really want to be here.

"I'm sensing that you're angry with me," Shawn commented to Gus as I stood just outside the open door with my hand on the knob that I had just turned to confront them on their illegal act of withholding information.

"You don't sense anything Shawn," Gus grumbled angrily, "You have to psychic to sense things." I froze, letting go of the door knob in the process.

"So what if I'm not psychic," Shawn replied, "I still solve crime."

"So what did you find out?" Gus asked annoyed.

"I went to the flower shop while you were out playing," Shawn explained slurping on some sort of drink that I could only assume was Pineapple, but I wasn't worried about that, I was only thinking about the fact that I had just heard Spencer admit that he wasn't psychic, I knew that I couldn't just use that as evidence against him seeing as I always knew that he wasn't psychic but if I went to the flower shop and used them as a witness…yeah that would work.

"I wasn't playing I was at my real job, Shawn. Now what did the flower shop people tell you?" Gus asked, tired of waiting.

"They told me that if you keep the flowers in the fridge they last longer."

"Everyone knows that Shawn," Gus commented condescendingly, "I mean what did they tell you that pertains to the case we're working on."

"Oh that. They told me that Mike Brady came in personally and ordered two orders of flowers."

"Why would he order two?" Gus asked curiously.

"I don't know, but I was thinking we could ask his mother."

"What does his mother have to do with this?" Gus asked annoyed.

"All over that girl's house were pictures of Mike and his mother. It was creepy. I think that if we go to the mother's house we'll find the other order of flowers and possibly Mike himself."

"Good thinking Shawn let me get my coat." I heard them coming towards the door and I bolted back to my car. I waited for them to leave before I started breathing again; I had them. Shawn Spencer was finally going to be out of my life and in jail. But something still wasn't right, so I started the car and headed home, my mind wandering.