"Where's O'Hara?," said Lassiter to the Chief.
"She had a doctor's appointment this morning," Chief Vick answered. "She'll be in later today. When she gets here, come see me. I have something to send you two out on. In the meantime, I need you to look into this "Pinkerton" fellow that supposedly broke into Spencer's home and the Psych Office. Shawn and Henry were unable to track him down last night and believe he is using an alias. We have a sketch of him based on Shawn's description. See if you can get a hit on him. Check all the databases. Figure out who this guy really is."
"Awww, man…," Lassiter complained.
"Carlton!," scolded the Chief.
Lassiter was startled by his own lack of decorum and immediately corrected himself, "Yes, Chief. I'm on it!"
Several minutes later, Shawn and Juliet arrived at the station. Both were brimming with happiness, having just seen their child for the first time on a sonogram. Even though the experience had proven to be just as awkward as Shawn had imagined, the awkwardness was forgotten when he saw that tiny white, peanut-shaped object on that black screen and heard the rhythmic swishing of its tiny heartbeat. This was all getting very real now. He was going to be dad! Juliet was going to be a mom! They were going to be parents! Together! As they approached Juliet's desk where Lassiter sat only a few feet away they did their best to hide their excitement.
Lassiter thought it suspicious that they had arrived together. "I thought you were at the doctor?" he said to Juliet.
"I was," she said.
"With Spencer…?"
"Um…No…haha," she laughed nervously, "That would be weird! He just…picked me up."
"In what car?" interrogated Lassiter, knowing that Shawn didn't own a vehicle besides his motorcycle.
"Mine," Juliet lied, "I lent it to him." Shawn sat quietly by, letting her take this one.
"What about Guster?"
"Spending the day with Rachael," said Shawn emphatically. "You know he hasn't seen his girlfriend in over a month."
"Oh. Ok." It seemed to satisfy Lassiter and he went back to his work. Shawn and Juliet shared a nervous glance and then shrugged.
Lassiter announced that he needed to make a trip to the records room and the happy couple took the opportunity to sneak a peek at their sonogram pictures.
"He looks like a tiny alien," said Shawn. "Wait!," he joked, "Are you absolutely sure you weren't abducted by aliens. Maybe I'm not the father."
Juliet smacked him playfully. "Are you kidding?," she said, "Those are totally your calves! Besides, how do you know it's a "he." It could be a "she."
"Because I know these things"
"What things?"
Shawn changed the subject. "I have a surprise for you!"
"Ooh!" said Juliet. "I love surprises!"
"Reservations for you and me. The Allegro. To-night. I thought we should celebrate."
"Yay! That sounds romantic. I can't wait!"
Just then, Lassiter rounded the corner. Juliet stuffed the sonograms that she was still holding into her desk drawer and Shawn hid the one he was holding in his back pocket. They tried to look like they were working, though their efforts were pointless since Lassiter hadn't even noticed the suspicious behavior.
"There is no sign of this guy anywhere," said Lassiter, referring to Pinkerton. "I swear, if you are making this all up to send me on a wild goose chase, Spencer!..."
"Lassie, cool your jets, man! I'm not making this up. Admittedly, there has been a lot of goose chasing going on, but I promise you I'm not trying to pull a fast one on you. This guy has me falling for his tricks too." Shawn moved over to Lassiter's desk and sat on top of it, knocking pencils and papers onto the floor. Lassiter growled under his breath. Shawn continued, "The good thing about gooses…"
"Geese, Shawn," corrected Juliet.
"…the good thing about geeses is that they exist. We're not hunting bigfoot or the elusive jackalope, here…although I'm not totally convinced that either of those examples are myths," he added. "We will find this guy. We just have to look in the right places. Now let me see that," said Shawn reaching for the files in Lassiter's hands.
"No. I will not…," said Lassiter pulling them away. The two of them fought over the files like children until Shawn finally pried them away from Lassiter's hands. "This is against police procedure!," yelled Lassiter.
Shawn, remembering his new ambition of being more responsible and staying out of trouble said, "You're right Lassie," and gave them back. Both Lassiter and Juliet were confused over his sudden change in character. "Tell me what dead ends you've searched," said Shawn instead.
Lassiter explained that he had searched the U.S. databases for wanted criminals and missing persons but hadn't found a match to the sketch of Pinkerton anywhere.
"I'm not surprised," said Shawn. "He didn't strike me as someone who was either lost or a routine criminal. He was mostly just awkward, and I'm pretty sure he was foreign. The strangest thing is he kept asking a lot of personal questions about me. I think we need to be looking back at some of my previous cases…see if there is anyone who fits his description that I might have angered…"
"Well, that narrows it down!," said Lassiter sarcastically.
"…or, I hate to say it, but might be looking for a piece of evidence that I overlooked! Start with cases that also involved my dad."
"That's actually not a bad idea, Spencer," said Lassiter, "Back to the grindstone!"
Shawn returned all of the papers he had knocked onto the floor back to Lassiter's desk. He didn't notice that his sonogram picture was among them. All three headed for the records room.
As they passed Chief Vick's office, she called, "O'Hara, see me in my office please."
"Uh…ok," said Juliet, not expecting the interruption. "I'll join you two in a bit," she said to Shawn and Lassiter.
Juliet entered the Chief's office and Vick invited her to take a seat.
"Is something wrong?" asked Juliet.
"You tell me," said Chief Vick.
"Tell you…tell you what?" said Juliet, confused.
"Tell me what's going on with you?"
Juliet was starting to realize where she was going with this. "Uh…I don't know what you're talking about," she said, unconvincingly.
"Come on O'Hara! Don't insult my intelligence," said Chief Vick impatiently. "Don't forget. I am a woman and a mother. I can recognize morning sickness when I see it. And, don't think I didn't see you and Spencer returning from your doctor's appointment together, googly-eyed over a stack of photographs, no less! You may be able to fool Lassiter, but not me."
"Oh…you saw that?" was all Juliet could say.
"Yes," said the Chief. "So, how far along are you," she asked.
"Eight weeks. I'm sorry I haven't told you yet. We only just found out."
"That's perfectly fine," said the Chief. "I only wanted to make you aware that I knew and to congratulate you!"
"Thanks, Chief! Um…does this change things…I mean, whether or not I can still work cases."
"I still think it would be ok for you to continue working cases until you start showing, although we may have to keep you away from danger as best we can. We wouldn't want anything to happen to your little one."
"Of course not!" said Juliet
"Well, again, congrats to you and Spencer! I'll let you get back to your work. And, come back up here with Lassiter in a couple hours. I'm going to send you two out on a stake-out."
"Sure thing, Chief!"
"Oh, and O'Hara…my door is always open…if you need anything. Remember that I've been through this myself and I know it can be good to have someone to talk to."
"Thanks!" said Juliet with a smile, and she turned to join Shawn and Lassiter in the records room.
(+PINEAPPLE+)
Two hours later Shawn, Juliet, and Lassiter returned from the records room looking dejected. "Still nothing!," complained Lassiter. Juliet slumped into her chair, looking tired and woozy.
"You Ok, Jules?," Shawn whispered with concern, kneeling down beside her.
"I'm starving!," she said.
"No kidding," said Shawn, putting a hand on her stomach. Juliet looked nervously at Lassiter (He hadn't noticed), and took Shawn's hand from her stomach.
"Right. Sorry," said Shawn, "Not to worry though, Gus and Rachael are already on their way with jerk chicken."
"Thank God!," said Juliet. She didn't even like jerk chicken but would eat just about anything right now.
They didn't have to wait long. In a few moments Gus and Rachael walked in with four Styrofoam containers, and both couples went to the conference room to enjoy their food.
Lassiter started arranging his desk before heading out to lunch on his own. Then he saw it. A sonogram stuffed halfway under his keyboard. He picked it up and stared at it in disbelief. His mouth dropped open in shock.
