A/N: Thanks to livetoeat06 for pointing out a typo/mistake. Thanks! I didn't even notice it. We had 'Alex' instead of a 'Riley' in one line. A.G. Hart's characters are all Alex so she got mixed up, ha. It's fixed now. Here's the next chapter. It's long.

Chapter 5:

Riley knocked on Shawn's aunt's door. Her other hand held Shawn's folder.

Moments later Shawn's aunt answered the door. ''Hello Ms. Parrish, come on in,'' she greeted her, opening the door.

"It's nice to see you again, Ms. Strong," Riley returned the greeting.

"Please, as I asked you at the hospital, call me Margaret," She replied. Then ushering her into the living room she added, "Please, have a seat."

''How's Shawn doing?'' Riley asked immediately as she sat down. She took Shawn's folder, a pen, and Greg's picture from her bag.

"Well Ms. Parrish, the poor boy's a mess. He's terrified." Margaret replied, wringing her hands.

Riley nodded understanding and jotted down a few notes. "Before I forget, Greg Sanders, he's a CSI, will be dropping off some new clothes for Shawn tomorrow," Riley said handing the picture to Shawn's aunt. "He promised Shawn a new shirt since he took his for evidence," she explained further.

"How nice of him," Margaret smiled warmly. "He'd mentioned a Greg, I wondered who it was."

"Yes, apparently, Greg and Shawn became fast friends the other day," Riley replied. Although why, I have no idea.

Riley continued to talk with Margaret for a little while. They both shared their concerns over Shawn and the ordeal he'd been through. When she left, Riley felt good about her placement of Shawn. His aunt really cared for him.

Greg pulled into the driveway, double-checking the address on the paper. As he turned off the car, he grabbed the package next to him. He hoped Shawn liked the shirt he had bought.

He knew they were expecting him. Well, at least he hoped they did. Riley said she was going to tell them, but, with Riley, he wasn't really sure of anything. Especially when he was not one of her favorite people.

Greg knocked on the door. After a few moments, a woman who appeared to be in her mid-thirties answered the door.

"Hi, you must be Mr. Sanders," she said after opening the door.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Riley had told her. "Yes, you must be Ms. Strong. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too," she replied, steering him in. "And it's Margaret." She smiled. "Shawn's been talking about getting a new shirt since he got here. It wasn't until Ms. Parrish came by yesterday that I knew what he was talking about."

Greg returned her smile. "Yes, Ms. Parrish."

"Do you want to give Shawn the shirt yourself? He's been talking about you quite a bit," Margaret asked. Greg nodded and followed her to Shawn's new room.

"Greg!" Shawn happily cried running and giving Greg a huge hug.

Greg was surprised but returned the boy's hug. He hadn't thought he'd made that big of an impression. "Hey buddy! How've you been?" he asked kneeling down to Shawn's level.

"Okay, Aunt Margaret bought me a puzzle! Remember you said you liked puzzles!" Shawn exclaimed. He then went and got the puzzle box to show Greg.

"That's really cool Shawn," Greg proclaimed looking at the picture on the cover of the box with the pieces inside. It was cool too, a giant baseball.

"I didn't forget our promise, bud. I was so happy you let me have your other shirts that I bought you two new ones," Greg said handing Shawn the bag of shirts.

As Shawn happily took the first shirt from the bag to look at it, Greg heard a knock at the door. He turned his head to hear better.

"Ms. Parrish," he heard the muffled voice of Margaret say.

Can she not trust me to even do this on my own? He thought, frowning.

"Oooo," Shawn said as he held up the first shirt, drawing Greg's attention back to the boy.

"I thought you'd like that," Greg trying to smile, told Shawn as he marveled over the baseball player on the new shirt.

Greg tried to listen to more of the conversation in the other room as Shawn pulled out the second shirt. But their voices were too low; Greg couldn't hear them. In a moment it wouldn't matter.

Riley entered Shawn's room. "Hello boys," she said.

"Miss Riley!" Shawn exclaimed and ran over to show her his new shirts. "See the shirts Greg got me?"

She knelt down. "Yes, they are very nice," she told him, looking at the shirts.

"What are you doing here?" Greg asked as Shawn showed her the shirts.

She looked up at Greg, "Paperwork."

"Yeah, paperwork," he retorted.

She gave him an evil look. "What are you implying, Mr. Sanders?"

"You came her to check up on me," he accused her.

"What? I-I did not!" she replied indignantly, trying to cover up her surprise that he had figured her out.

He rolled his eyes.

Shawn, however, took their fight in a different light and decided to play a little game. He carefully took the visible phone out of Riley's pocket and hid it behind his back. He then laughed to himself.

"Well, well, I-I need to go," She stammered. "I got my paperwork signed. I just wanted to say hi to Shawn." Then she turned back to the boy. "You have fun with Greg."

She gave him one last hug and then left the room.

Shawn walked over to Greg. "Ooooo, you've got a girlfriend," Shawn chided, this time carefully sliding the phone into Greg's jacket. He laughed to himself again.

"Girlfriend? Her? I don't think so!" Greg replied.

"My mom always told me that when a girl picks on you it means that she likes you," Shawn told him.

Greg started to say something, but stopped. Like me? He thought. Naw, can't be.

A/N: Hope you liked it. Now review!