The next day, Shawn and Susie went to Henry's house for dinner. Henry was happy to see Susie wasn't dressed as Shawn's twin anymore. That was just creepy. But even if she was dressed as his twin, Henry would have been glad to see her again.

"Truth is," he said. "I miss having a house guest."

"Truth is," Shawn whispered to her when his dad left the room. "He likes feeling like a grandpa."

"Like you don't enjoy the feeling of being a father yourself." said Susie.

"Lassie'd blow a blood vessel if he heard you say that." said Shawn. At that moment, his cell phone rang.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Spencer, glad I caught you."

"Lassie! Speak of the devil."

"Tell Susie that her tip paid off. We found traces of a new street drug in Skyler's system. The drug was first made in L.A. but it's now in our circuit."

"Wonderful. Just what this town needs. More pot heads."

"And the kid cracked. The minute we got him in the interrogation room, he started talking. He admitted to everything, even stuff we never mentioned."

"That's amazing, Lassie. Really."

"Do you think Susie would like to work down here with O'Hara and myself? Turns out she's a big help, even if she is living with you."

"Sorry, buddy. She works for me." Shawn said as he hung up.

"Do I want to know?" asked Susie.

"Carly wanted to offer you a job."

"No thanks."

"I wouldn't let you leave anyway."

"Why not Shawn?" asked Henry, re-entering the room. "Being a cop's a good job. A respectable job."

"And where's the fun in that?" asked Shawn. "Come over here."

"Why?" asked Henry.

"Just do it." Henry sighed, and walked over to where his son was standing. "Stand right here," Shawn said, pointing to the floor next to him.

"Why?"

"Dad, this isn't the interrogation room. Stop asking questions."

"A good cop never stops asking questions, Shawn."

"So, why do you continue asking questions?" asked Shawn. Henry was getting annoyed with his son. But what's new? Shawn was always pushing his father's buttons.

"Just stay right here," said Shawn, as he went into the other room. Susie walked over to where Shawn had been standing, next to Henry.

"What's going on?" Henry asked her.

Susie smiled. "You'll see," she said as Shawn came back into the room. In his hands were a tripod and Susie's camera. He set everything up in front of the couch, and looked through the eyehole of the camera. He could see both his father and Susie.

"Shawn, what the hell are you doing?" asked Henry.

"You said you never took a family picture because Mom didn't want one." said Shawn. "So why not have one now?"

"Shawn….."

"Here we go!" said Shawn. He pushed a button and the camera flashed. "Oops," he said. "Forgot the timer." He pushed another button and a small red light began to blink on the front of the camera. Shawn ran over behind Susie. "Smile!" he said, as the camera snapped the picture.

A few days later, a small package arrived on Henry's porch. He brought it into his living room, and slit the tape open with a pair of scissors.

Inside the box were three pictures in frames. The first was the picture Gus had taken in the office, where Shawn and Susie were wearing the same thing. The next picture was the one Shawn had accidentally taken of Susie and Henry. Neither was really ready for the picture; they had surprised looks on their faces.

The last picture was the picture off all three of them. Shawn had his arm draped over Susie's shoulders and was putting rabbit ears behind Henry's head with his other hand.

Henry smiled to himself. 'That's my son,' he thought as he cleared off a spot on the mantle for all three frames. Once the pictures were up, he stepped back to admire them.

Across town, the same three pictures were hanging on a wall in the Psych office, being admired by Shawn and Susie. What a family.