A/N: Sorry for slow updating, kids. My schedule has been really packed, and I'm really squeezing this one in there. I checked views and reviews... They're both going in the southward direction. I really appreciate all the reviews I've been getting though, it makes writing this worth it. Thank you for all your support! And 3 more reasons to go...
7). Henry seems to be nicer to Shawn after Lassiter's spent the night there.
Henry shakes his head in disbelief.
"But I'm telling you, Dad, we've got the right person!" Shawn protests, his brow furrowed.
"My gut is telling me that you guys are barking down the wrong alley," his father replies.
"Well, your gut and the spirits definitely do not agree," the fake psychic mutters. "Looks like you won't be haunting me in the afterlife."
"Like I'd want to," Henry hisses back.
Lassiter stumbles into the Spencers' living room where the shouting match is about to start. He instantly regrets his choice.
"Oh… maybe I should come back later," the head detective murmurs.
"Ah, Detective Lassiter!" the elder Spencer greets him. "Maybe you can hammer some sense into my son!"
Blue eyes meet hazel across the room, and Shawn suddenly knows that he is right. He starts doing a victory dance. Lassiter snarls a bit, and turns back to face Henry.
"Actually, Mr. Spencer… your son's 'psychic visions' (Lassiter puts heavy emphasis on the quotes) have proved true. We've just apprehended the criminal."
Henry cringes, biting back lashing words. He turns to his son, who stops midway through his jig across the living room.
"Good job, son. I'm proud of you."
Shawn just flushes a bright red, gives Lassiter a burning glare, and rushes out of the house.
Henry claps Lassiter on the back.
"You're doing a good job of sticking up for him, kid."
And now it is Lassiter's turn to flush a bright red and rush out of the house after Shawn.
Henry chuckles as he settles back onto the sofa and picks up the newspaper.
"Young love."
Hope you guys enjoyed it! Review?