Gus drove slowly. "There it is," said Shawn, pointing at a two story beige house. Gus pulled over to the curb and killed the engine.

"So," he said. "What's our plan?"

"Don't have one," said Shawn, opening the car door.

"Shawn, you can't just go in blindly here."

"Gus, that's how I roll. It's worked for me for the past two years."

"Shawn, the women here are very unbalanced hormone-wise. One misplaced word can send them into tears. You have to be careful about what you say."

"When have I ever said something that was completely wrong for the situation?" asked Shawn. The two had now made it to the porch of the house. Shawn opened the door and cautiously moved into the front hall. Gus followed him and shut the door. They could hear conversations in rooms nearby, and they saw lights on. Shawn glanced around the hall, and saw the walls were covered with pictures.

"Dude," he said, walking towards the wall. In each of the pictures were two ladies, a younger one holding a new born baby, and a slightly older one standing next to them. Both ladies were beaming. Shawn glanced down the wall. Every picture had the same older lady, who you could see age just a tiny bit in each photo, but had a different younger lady and baby.

"What do you think the chances are that all these ladies with babies came here?" asked Shawn.

"I'd say they're pretty good," said a somewhat scratchy female voice.

Shawn and Gus turned and found themselves face to face with the older lady in the photos. She appeared to be in her late forties, brown hair graying just a bit around the roots. Her gray eyes were cold and hard. She had a few wrinkles around her face, but she probably preferred to call them 'laughter lines'. She was about as tall as Shawn, and had finely toned muscles showing under the sleeves of her shirt. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"Yes," said Shawn, thinking on his feet. "I'm looking for the owner of this facility. Would that be you?"

"Yes," said the woman. "I'm Norma Janson. Who are you? I don't recall seeing you here before."

"My name is Shawn Spencer. I've heard marvelous reviews about this place. It's been said that it's the best pregnancy relaxation home in Santa Barbara."

"It's the only pregnancy relaxation home in Santa Barbara," said the lady, a slight bit of boastfulness in her voice. Apparently she took pride in the fact that she owned something original.

"Well, then it must be the best around," said Shawn, not exactly sure where he hoped to go with that statement. He hoped it would momentarily confuse the lady so he could think of a plan.

"Mr. Spencer, I don't want to appear to be rude, but why are you here?"

"Well, I just think that this place would be great for my wife."

The lady's face lit up. "Excellent!" she said. "Please, follow me."

She turned on her heel and walked down the hall. Shawn and Gus followed a few steps behind.

"Dude, mood swings much?" whispered Shawn.

"Your wife?" said Gus.

"Yes," said Shawn. "I'm going to appear as the responsibly person that I am."

"Responsible my ass," said Gus.

"Whatever. It makes a better impression."

While they were walking, Shawn noticed all the pictures on the walls, similar to the ones he had seen upon entering. He was also able to glance into large parlors where groups of pregnant women were doing different things.

Norma Janson opened the door to her office and ushered Shawn and Gus in. They found themselves in a room painted in pastel colors, very calming. A large window beside the desk let in lots of sunshine.

Shawn glanced around and saw a poster on the wall behind the desk. It showed a fetus growing inside the womb. Shawn's eye twitched involuntarily.

"Please," said Norma, shutting the door and walking behind the desk. "Sit down."

Shawn and Gus sat in the two chairs opposite Norma. They felt similar to the pregnancy chair that the Chief had had in the office.

"So, Mr. Spencer," Norma said. "Tell me about your wife."

"My wife." said Shawn. "Yes. Well, she's expecting, and she's really stressed out. I just feel like she needs to get out of the house, but not really in a public area."

"I see," said Norma, writing something down on a notepad. "And how far along is she?"

"Um," Shawn said, looking back at the poster behind Norma. "About… seven months."

The lady and Gus looked at Shawn in amazed horror. "Seven months?" asked Norma. "And you just now want to bring her here?"

"Is that a problem?" asked Gus.

"Well… no," said Norma. "It's just that most of our women are in the first or second trimester."

"Well, my wife is a strong-willed person. I've been telling her 'Honey, you just need to relax,'. But she's a stubborn one. Besides," Shawn said. "I've heard so much excellent press about this place."

"Yes," said the owner sadly. "I just hope we can recover from our recent press coverage."

"Bad stuff?" asked Gus, looking at Shawn. They were finally getting somewhere.

The lady sighed. "Well, I don't know if I should be telling this to you. I don't want to discourage you from bringing your wife."

"Trust me," said Shawn. "This is the best place for her. Nothing could sway me."

"Well," said Norma. "Over the past few months, we've lost five of our ladies." Norma sniffed and wiped her eye. "The police think they were just depressed, and that they killed themselves. But I don't think so. I spent so much time with the ladies. They weren't depressed. And if I had seen any signs of depression, I would have called a friend of mine who's a shrink in to prescribe some anti-depressants that wouldn't hurt the baby."

"Had you mentioned this to your friend? I mean, would she have agreed to come?" asked Gus.

"We mentioned it at a few of our sessions. I mean, not only was she my friend, but she was my psychologist as well."

"Wow," said Shawn. "That's…. interesting. But don't worry Ms. Janson. I'll tell all my golf buddies about this place so they can bring their wives."

"That's very kind of you Mr. Spencer." Norma stood up, as did Shawn and Gus. "I look forward to meeting your wife."

"I'll bring her by tomorrow," said Shawn, shaking her hand. He and Gus exited the office. Walking quickly through the hall and out the front door, Shawn exhaled deeply. "Dude," he said. "I've got to find myself a pregnant wife by tomorrow."