The next morning found Shawn sitting in his apartment, still wifeless. Time was of the essence now. He wandered through the apartment, fidgeting. His fingers closed around an old hacky-sac that was lying around. He squeezed it, trying to rid himself of some of this stress.

'Think,' he told himself. Then he got an idea. He looked down at the hacky-sac in his hand. Then he quickly pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and hit the speed dial.

"Burton Gustor, Bay Side Pharmaceuticals," answered Gus.

"Dude, do you have to answer the phone like that every time?"

"Shawn, this is also a work phone. Of course I answer the phone like that."

"Okay, anyway, do you still cover those birthing center things?" asked Shawn.

"Yeah, why?"

"Are they open now?"

"I don't think the public's allowed in yet. But the doctors are probably there already. Why?"

Shawn grabbed the keys to his bike. "Stay there. I'll be at your place in five. I'll explain everything then."

Shawn opened the door to the Psych office and walked in, Gus following, carrying a large box.

"Shawn, why am I carrying this?" asked Gus.

"Just set it on the floor," said Shawn. "Susie?"

"She's gonna kill you when you reveal this 'plan' of yours," said Gus, putting the box on the ground.

"She's not gonna kill me," said Shawn.

Just then, the back door opened. In walked Susie, a rolled up mat in her hands. She was dressed in sweats.

"Hey guys," she said. "What's up?"

"What were you doing outside?" asked Gus.

"Yoga," said Susie, leaning the mat against the wall in a corner.

"Yoga?" asked Shawn.

"Yes. Why?"

"Nothing," said Shawn, shaking his head. "Anyways. What are you doing today?"

"Helping you solve a multiple homicide," said Susie calmly, as if they were discussing the weather. Nothing seemed to faze her about her 'job'. At least, not yet.

"Excellent," said Shawn. "Now--"

"What's in the box?" asked Susie.

"I'm getting there," said Shawn. "You know how our case involves pregnant ladies and a relaxation home?"

Susie raised one eyebrow. "Yeah…." she said, uncertain of where this was going.

"Okay, well, we're going undercover, so I'm going to need you to put this stuff on," said Shawn as he opened the box. The first thing he pulled out was what looked like a giant tan beanbag with straps. Susie stared at it.

"It's a pregnancy stomach," Gus explained.

"I know what it is," said Susie. "I'm just wondering why you guys have it."

"Like I said, we're going undercover." said Shawn.

"And by 'we', you mean me."

Shawn laughed slightly. "Yeah, pretty much."

"So why don't 'we' just say that I'm two or three months pregnant? Women usually don't start showing that much by then, and I already have a pudge going on, so we're covered."

"You do not have a pudge," said Shawn. "And you make a valid point. But Suze, all the women at this home are showing. All the dead women were showing. You've got to show. Besides, I might have already told them that you were seven months pregnant."

"Without asking me?"

"I knew that you'd never agree."

"Damn straight. Shawn, this is one of the more stupid plans you've ever had."

"Please, Suze. We need your help. There's no one else."

"Juliet."

"They've already seen her, and she's clearly not pregnant."

"The Chief."

"She has enough to deal with."

Susie sighed. "Well, what am I supposed to wear over that…. thing?" she asked, pointing at the stomach in Shawn's hands. "My clothes won't do."

"That's why we have these," said Shawn, opening the box wider and showing Susie the bright colored cloth in the box. "Pregnant lady clothes!" he said.

"They're called 'maternity'," said Susie. "Where on earth did you get all these?"

"The Salvation Army," said Shawn. "So, will you help us Suze? Please?"

Susie stared at Shawn and Gus. "There's really no one else?" she asked.

"No," said Shawn.

Susie sighed. 'What am I getting myself into?' she thought. "Fine," she said, walking towards the box. She took the 'stomach' and put it back in the box. Then she picked up the box and walked into the bathroom to transform herself.

When Susie waddled out of the bathroom a few minutes later, she found Shawn and Gus sitting at their desks, looking bored and somewhat anxious.

"You both look like dads-to-be in the waiting room." she said.

Shawn and Gus looked up. "Wow," said Shawn. "If I didn't know that was fake, I'd think you really were pregnant."

"That's the point, isn't it?" asked Susie.

"Exactly," said Shawn. "Let's go." He and Gus got out of their chairs and headed for the door.

"Whoa, hang on there," said Susie, moving as fast as she could (a slight sprint) and blocking the door.

"That's the fastest I've ever seen an expecting mother move," said Gus.

"I'm not pregnant Gus. Remember?"

"C'mon Susie, get out of the doorway." said Shawn. "We've got to get going."

"I'm not going anywhere," said Susie. "At least, not yet."

"Why?"

"I need to know our story." Shawn and Gus gave Susie only blank stares to work with.

"Story?" asked Shawn.

"Yeah, our story. Like, who's the father? Am I married? Why do you and Gus keep following me around?"

Shawn laughed. "Suze, we'll figure that out once we get there. Play it by ear."

"No, Shawn. I'm not walking out of this office looking like this unless I have a background story. And like you said, I'm pretty much your only shot. Unless you go back to the place where you got this stomach and steal a pregnant lady."

Shawn turned to Gus. "Why didn't we think of that?" he asked.

"Shawn."

Shawn looked back at Susie. She had them in a corner, relatively speaking. "Fine," said Shawn. "Here's the story. I'm the father and your husband. Gus is the godfather of our daughter, Cassandra."

"You already named the kid?" asked Gus.

"The kid's not real!" said Susie. And then she laughed slightly to herself. "See," she said. "This is exactly why I insisted on doing this." She held up her hand, palm facing herself.

"High five?" asked Shawn.

Controlling her temper, Susie grabbed his wrist out of the air, bringing it up even with hers. "No rings," she said.

'Crap,' thought Shawn. "We could say that we dropped them off at the cleaner's."

Susie nodded slightly, and dropped Shawn's wrist. "Okay," she said. "So, how'd we meet?"

"Is this really this important?" asked Shawn.

"Shawn, you're a detective! You know how important an air-tight alibi is!"

"There's no such thing as an 'air-tight alibi'." said Gus.

"Prove it." said Susie.

"Susie, we're just going to a pregnancy relaxation home." said Shawn.

"Which is filled with pregnant women who are all suspects. And since they're all pregnant, they have nothing better to do than gab with each other. And when a newbie comes, they flock around her, grilling her and comparing their own stories with hers."

"How do you know so much about pregnant women?" asked Gus.

"I go to high school."