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The finale of my Psych/Criminal Minds crossover! Hope you enjoy this! It's short and sweet.
Christmas Time The Following Year
"Shawn! Check this out! I got a letter in the mail," Gus cried as he came running into the Psych office. His blinking Christmas sweater was glittering and a huge grin was lighting up his face. "It's from Penelope," he said. "Although instead of 'Garcia' she's 'Morgan' now."
Shawn had his feet up in front of him on the coffee table and was watching A Charlie Brown Christmas while munching on ginger cookies. He looked up and sat up straight. "Oh, really?" he asked. He too was wearing his light-up Christmas sweater and his mouth had cookie crumbs on the edges of it. "And what did the lovely Mrs. Morgan have to say?"
Gus plopped on down in the chair next to Shawn and paused Charlie Brown. "According to this letter she and Agent Morgan are now happily married and have a son…" His face fell then. "What the hell? They must be outta their damn minds!"
Making a grab for it, he yelped when Gus smacked his hand away. "Aw, c'mon man!" he whined. "What are you making a big deal about?"
Shooting him a dirty look, Gus flipped the letter around to show him a picture of the infant that Penelope was holding and making wave at the camera. The baby had a toothless grin and instead of looking at the camera was looking at his mother with a look of complete adoration. Frowning, Shawn finally snatched the letter away and looked at the picture. "What? What's the big deal? He looks like a miniature of Will Smith who will grow up to be just as hunky." Then his mouth spread into a wide, cheeky grin. "And hey! Look, Gus! They named him Shawn!"
"I know," Gus snapped. "That's my problem. Why couldn't they have named him Burton? Or at the very least Gus? I had just as much to do with them getting together as you did. Hell, I even gave Penelope one of my muffins!"
Shawn raised his left brow at his pouting and grumbling best friend. "Gus, let's examine the facts," he said, laying out his entire argument before him. "A guy who looks like Will Smith, and a fabulous classy lady like Penelope would not name their child Burton. It's simply not done. They probably wanted something more classy than that."
"Burton is a very classy name, I'll have you know," Gus said, crossing his arms over his chest in frustration.
"Fine then," Shawn allowed, simply to humor Gus. "If Shawn Morgan grows up to be a pharmaceutical salesman, then you have my permission to say that Burton would have been a better name for him."
Gus nodded his head decisively. "Thank you," he said, raising his chin in the air.
Shawn continued to read through the letter. "Hmm," he said. "It looks like Agents Hotchner and Prentiss are going to be tying the knot in April. Ooh! As are that suave Italian gentleman and his lady. Oh, and Ms. Jareau gave birth to a healthy baby girl who she and her husband named Marissa. Nothing super specific in here about the good Doctor, but my assumption is he's doing well."
So his little hints to the Behavioral Analysis Unit had indeed improved the quality of their lives. Significantly judging by the happily radiant look on Penelope's face as she held her son. Rising from his chair, Shawn removed a tack from their bulletin board and stuck the letter on it between their pictures of Val Kilmer and a loaf of Monkey Bread. He sighed. Somehow knowing that the Morgans had named their son after him, two couples were now getting married, a genius was facing his demons, and a marriage had been saved made him feel good. Like his work had some purpose other than solving murders.
Gus came to stand beside him and put his hands on his hips. Both of them stared at the letter for a moment before they turned to look at one another. "We done good, partner," Shawn said, holding his fist up for a celebratory fist bump.
A smile spread across Gus' face and he nodded, bumping his fist against Shawn's. "You know that's right," he said satisfactorily.
Sometimes all people needed was a few friendly suggestions to get them through their lives.
