I somehow arrived at Henry Spencer's house. I hadn't planned on that. I sat in my car staring out at the house confused, why did I come here. I began to recall bits and pieces of things that the elder Spencer had said to his son and it all hit me at once. Henry Spencer knew that Shawn wasn't psychic, he knew all along. That was why I was here, to talk to Henry.

I left my car and headed up the front door, knocking twice before hearing Henry shout to come on in.

"What is it this time Shawn," I heard Henry yell from the other room, "I'm not helping you solve another case…figure it out yourself. I thought Shawn was going to Mike Brady's' Mother's house. "Well…" I heard Henry start as he walked into the living room that I was standing in. I didn't feel comfortable wandering around someone else's house.

"Detective Lassiter," Henry stated surprised, "I thought you were Shawn."

"Shawn knocks?" I asked curiously. It seemed unlikely that Shawn would ever use proper etiquette for anything.

"Gus knocks," Henry shrugged, "So what can I do for you?"

"Shawn's not psychic," I stated before I could stop myself. I hadn't planned on being that blunt about it but there it was.

"I hate psychic detectives as much as you do Detective but that doesn't change the fact that Shawn…"

I interrupted him, "I heard him and Guster talking. Shawn said it himself."

Henry sank down on the couch heavily, the dish cloth and glass he had been drying beside him.

"Why did he lie?" I asked curiously, sitting in the chair across from him.

"Why do you think?" he asked, almost angry at my question. He didn't wait for me to respond, "Because of you."

"What?" I asked confused, I didn't make Spencer lie. What kind of crap was this?

"You remember…the day he called in the tip," he wasn't asking.

"I guess, he was brought in for being an accessory to a crime," I shrugged, what did that have to do with anything.

"Yeah, he was probably acting like a smart-ass," Henry inferred, "and you threatened to send him to jail for the night." It took a minute of two for me to recall.

"I guess," I admitted, "But what…"

"He was just calling in a tip," Spencer clarified, "Shawn's smarter than he acts. He was little when we started."

My eyebrows furred together in confusion at that statement, "Started what?"

"His training. I wanted him to be a cop. The best cop; and I thought that if he could notice things from an early age it would just get better. He'd already inherited a photographic memory from his mother, he was the perfect candidate. Everything I did with him was a lesson on how to be a cop. Looking back I realize how much of a mistake that was. I was like a teacher, not a father."

I didn't know what to say to that so I just mumbled an, "I see."

"He resented me for it, ran off. But the skills I'd taught him all those years were still there. He'd call in anonymous tips all over the country just from noticing little things on the news for extra money. But this time it seemed suspicious and you called him in as a suspect."

The blood drained from my face. I made that idiot a psychic. "But why a psychic? How did he choose that?"

"I'm not surprised that he pulled that out of his hat," Henry admitted, "I come in to the station every once in a while, I've seen that cop who works there, she believes in psychics." I growled to myself, he was right. How did I miss that?

"She was probably the arresting officer wasn't she?" He asked curiously. I nodded, recalling how excited she had been when he shouted out psychic claims that came out true. "Once he had put the claim of psychic out there he couldn't retract it. He'd be arrested if anyone found out."

"So why are you telling me the truth then?" I asked curiously. Henry knew that I wanted Shawn gone.

"I told Shawn when this started that I wouldn't say anything but that I wasn't going to protect him either. I'm not going to lie on purpose to a detective who already heard Shawn admit it."

"So now I guess I'm going to arrest him?" I stated sadder than I had intended. Henry looked up at me at the inflection in my voice.

"Are you thinking twice about it?" Henry asked curiously, I could tell that he hadn't expected me to feel bad. To be honest I hadn't expected that either.

"No…maybe, I guess it's just that every case Spencer's assisted on has been solved; even the impossible Ying and Yang cases. I overheard him at the last crime scene though and he was figuring things out by observing not 'seeing' so I was already a bit suspicious."

"That's how he does it," Henry admitted, anger in his voice, "He notices everything but doesn't say anything until he can put on a big performance. He even goes as far as breaking and entering. It's a mockery of real police work everywhere."

"Then why do you let him?" I realize that Henry and I were the same in that respect.

"As terrible as this sounds," he paused, "I'm proud of him. He may not be the detective that I wanted but he's solving crime and using everything that I taught him to do it. He may not have a badge but I honestly don't know what he'd do if he did have that much power. I'm almost grateful he isn't a cop," Henry admitted sheepishly, "because then he'd be carrying a gun with him. Besides, we both saw him when he was attempting to go through the academy. That was a disaster." I nodded and we smiled at the memory. I was surprised that we were able to him the humor in it that we didn't see when it was happening.

"So, what are you going to do?" Henry asked me curiously.

"I don't know, I guess I'll see when he comes in tomorrow," I admitted annoyed at my wishy washy behavior, "But if I don't turn him in tomorrow then I won't period."

"Why?" he asked curiously.

"Because I don't need you to constantly be on edge that anytime Spencer annoys me I could just turn him in."

"Thanks," Henry smiled standing and patting me on the shoulder.

"I gotta get going," I replied, standing myself and heading slowly toward the door, "I've got a lot to think about."

"I'm sure you do," Henry agreed, "I don't want to sound self serving but I really don't want my son to go to prison." I nodded, I could understand that idea.

"You can't tell anyone I said this…" I paused as Henry nodded, "but I think it might be boring without Sp…Shawn around. More productive, but boring. Plus I've also got O'Hara to think about."

"Well, I'll be in tomorrow anyway so we'll all know your decision together." I nodded as I opened the door to the house and headed out to my car with a lot on my mind.