AN: Let's check up on Shawn, shall we?

SANTA BARBRA 2005

It had been a week with Deagonna gone and he knew that he needed help. He was in the Psych office with Gus talking about what he can do. "Gus, I need to talk to someone who knows what I'm going through. No offense."

"None taken. Shawn, I think it's time to call him." The him that Gus was referring to was Henry, Shawn's dad. "Your parents are divorced. Maybe he can talk to Hannah about-" He then heard soft crying sounds. "Shawn, you know you can't cry in front of me." Tears started running down his face. "You know I'm a sympathetic crier, Shawn!"

Shawn didn't care what his best friend could say. He wiped the tears away. "Gus, I can't call my dad. He really liked Deagonna. She was like a daughter to him. He'll be devastated." He then looked up at Gus. "Oh, come on Gus! Go wash your face in the bathroom." Gus rushed away crying. There was a knock at the door.

"Spencer! Chief said I have to give you a case." Lassie. Wait- maybe he would understand! He was recently divorced.

"It's unlocked, Lassie!" Carlton hated the nickname. He opened the door and walked into the office.

"Here's the file." He glanced at Shawn. "Are you okay? Your eyes look a little red." Carlton then looked at his surroundings: tissues in most of the trash cans, no Burton, Spencer looked liked he didn't really leave his house… What was going on? "Spencer, what's wrong?"

"It's better if you don't know, Lassie." Carlton knew that this man (child) was married. Could it be something with her? He took a seat across from Shawn.

"It's your wife, isn't it?"

Shawn sighed. "That obvious, huh?"

"I acted like this at the beginning of my divorce." Bingo. Shawn got him talking.

"I still love her. I just-"

"-want her back? I know the feeling. You just need to get out of your house for a while. A couple of days at least." Shawn couldn't do that. He had Hannah to take of.

"I can't do that."

"It feels like you can't, but, you can Spencer." Lassie didn't understand. This was his daughter.

"We have a daughter. She's ten." Shawn turned the picture on his desk over for Lassie to see. Carlton picked up the picture and looked at it. They were all at the beach. Shawn and his daughter seemed to have the same goofy smile. His ex- wife though… she looked familiar. The dark black feathery thick hair, the dark brown eyes… that pale skin. Even the smile was familiar.

"What's your ex-wife's name?" Shawn was used to wife, not ex.

"Deagonna. I always thought that she had such a beautiful name. It was so unusual, like her and her personality." Deagonna… name still didn't ring a bell. Maybe if Carlton started naming places, that would help him. The bar? No, that wasn't it. It wasn't near his neighborhood. The shooting range? He would have remember such a delicate looking woman there. The station. That had to be it.

"Where did she work?"

"Lassie, you're supposed to be helping me-"

"Answer the damn question." Shawn paused before answering.

"She was CSI here. She never used my last name on her vest. Dea said that it was so no one could make the connection. After all, Deagonna Wiley sounds-"

"Whoa- hold the phone." He just said Wiley. That was his wife! 'Oh, shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! This is bad.' Carlton thought before placing the picture down. "Spencer, I've done kind of a bad thing."

"Lassie, I'm sure it isn't that bad-"

"I was hitting on your wife before she left."