So it was settled. Shawn and Susie's background story. He was thirty, as he was in real life, and Susie was twenty-six. They met at college, when he was graduating and she was an incoming freshman. He studied law and law enforcement, and she studied literature.

They had been married for one year. Gus was both the best man at the wedding and the godfather of little Cassandra. Susie was taking maternity leave from her student teaching position at one of the local high schools. Shawn was working for the SBPD, just like always.

"So," said Shawn, driving to Mothers to Be Relaxation House. "Our background is pretty much the story of my life. I'm thirty and work with Lassie."

"But now you have a college degree and a wife and kid." said Susie.

"Shawn, do you really need me? I've still got my route," said Gus from the backseat.

"Of course! You're the godfather. Don't you want to experience it all?"

"I'm wondering why you want me to," said Gus. "But could I at least sit in the front of my car?"

"Dude, you can't expect Susie to sit in the back in her current condition." Shawn reached over and patted Susie's fake stomach.

"Don't touch me," she said.

"Besides," said Shawn, pulling next to the curb across from the house. "This is a company car. And we're your company."

"That is not the meaning of that, Shawn!" said Gus as they all climbed out of the car.

They walked up the sidewalk to the house. Susie sighed, walking up the stairs of the porch. Shawn looked over at her.

"You ready for this?" he asked. "You okay?"

Susie looked straight ahead at the door and said, "I'm wearing a pregnancy stomach under thrift store variety maternity clothes and have you as a husband. Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"It's like a dream come true, isn't it?" asked Shawn. "Now, act like you're happy to be here!" He put his arm around her shoulders and opened the door. This time, a bell rang when they entered.

Shawn looked up. Was that supposed to be an alert system? He looked at Gus. "Do you think that she put that up for us?"

"More likely because of us."

"It's a wonder she waited until now."

Just then, Norma Janson walked down the hallway. "Shawn!" she crooned. "And this must be your wife."

"Yes," said Shawn. "This is Susie."

Norma held out her hand. "It's wonderful to finally meet you."

"Thank you. This place is amazing." said Susie, making to shake Norma's hand. But the woman's hand wasn't in the air anymore. It was rubbing Susie's stomach.

"Your baby is going to be beautiful," said Norma. "I mean, you two make a lovely couple."

Susie and Shawn looked at each other. Susie willed herself not to blush, or to punch this woman's lights out. Why was everyone so insistent on touching her stomach?

"Well, come in, come in," said Norma, pulling away from the stomach. She led the group into the house. She pointed out the rooms as she went. There was a yoga class, a breathing class, massages and foot rubs, what looked like a book circle, and numerous other things.

"There are bathrooms located in each of the corners of the house," said Norma. "And if the women want even more relaxation, we have guest bedrooms upstairs."

They had now reached the kitchen. "Most of the women stay here all day, so they just bring a lunch and some snacks and keep them in here." She turned and looked at the three newcomers. "So," said Norma. "What kind of food do you eat, Susie?"

"Well, I'm a vegetarian," said Susie.

"Oh my. Are you now?" asked Norma.

"Yeah. What's the big deal?"

"Well, it's not best for the baby. It needs nutrients from meat."

"I'm not eating flesh for a parasite."

"It needs the protein and other things."

"Then I'll take a damn Flintstone Chewable," said Susie.

Shawn put his hand over Susie's mouth. "Sorry," he said. "She's just a little cranky. She's very emotional in this state. And she's got back pain and such."

"It's quite alright," said Norma. "Why don't we just take her into an activity to get her mind off it?" She looked at Susie. "What did you see that interests you, Susie?"

Shawn pulled his hand away. "Well," said Susie. "I--"

"Why don't we go to the yoga class, hon?" said Shawn. Susie knew she wouldn't be able to get out of it, so she nodded and let Shawn and Gus lead her out of the kitchen.

When they reached the yoga room, Norma got ahead of the group and said, "Ladies! We have a new member of our house! This is Susie," she said, pulling Susie next to her. "And she's seven months along."

The ladies in the room all went "Hi, Susie," as Norma pushed her into the room. She looked at Shawn and Gus. "I'll be in my office, if you need anything."

Shawn and Gus watched her leave, when they were pulled forward. Susie had grabbed each of them by the wrist and was dragging them back behind her.

"There is no way in hell," she whispered. "That you two are leaving me here all alone."

They were standing in the back of the room, next to a pile of yoga mats. Shawn picked one up and handed it to Susie.

"This should be a piece of cake," he said. "You were doing this when we got to the office this morning. So you already know what you're doing."

"I've never done it with a bad of sand under my shirt."

"Shawn, don't you think we should be doing something productive?" asked Gus.

"Technically--"

"Productive towards the case, Shawn."

Shawn sighed. "I guess you're right." He started walking towards the door with Gus.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" hissed Susie.

Shawn turned. "Hon, we're just going out to the car to get something." However, instead of saying it in a whisper, he spoke loud enough for some of the other ladies to hear.

"I am going to kill you," whispered Susie.

"Okay, I'll grab your purse for you." And with that, Shawn and Gus hurried out the door.

Once in the hallway, Shawn turned to Gus. "I think we should check upstairs."

"Don't you think it's going to be kind of obvious we didn't go to the car when you return without a purse?" asked Gus.

"We'll deal with that later. Right now, we need to get upstairs."

"Why what's upstairs?"

"I don't know. Dead bodies, a written confession that says 'I did it' and then signed in blood?"

"Shawn, you have got to stop watching horror movies. Stuff like that doesn't happen."

"How do you know?" asked Shawn as he started up the stairs.

Gus followed, deciding that it would be better for Shawn to find out on his own that Hollywood was fiction, and nothing else.

Once upstairs, Shawn said, "Okay, I'll go this way, you go that way."

"Shawn--"

But Shawn had already darted away. The sad thing was, he was sliding against the wall, just like the spies did in movies.

Gus sighed and opened the door next to him. Inside there was a bed, neatly made, a small TV, and a large window. 'This must be one of the guest bedrooms,' he thought to himself. The next door revealed the same scene. The next was a bathroom. And then Gus hit the jackpot.

Shawn, down at the other end of the hall, was coming up with guest bed and bathrooms galore. Two of the bedrooms had women sleeping in them, so Shawn quickly left. He reached the staircase and was halfway down when Gus appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Shawn!" he said, going down the stairs. "You'll never believe what I just found!"

"A million dollars?" asked Shawn.

"No--"

"A stash of pineapples?"

"No, Shawn--"

"A monkey wearing a hat?"

"Shawn! I found drugs."

Shawn paused, his foot hanging in the air above the last step. "Like, marijuana?"

"No--"

"Heroin?"

"No, I found--"

"Crack?"

"No! I found prescription drugs for depression."

"Depression?" asked Shawn. "Maybe Lassie's theory was right."

"They weren't for a guest, Shawn. They were prescribed to Norma."

"The owner of this place?" asked Shawn.

"Yeah," said Gus. "And check out who the prescribing doctor was." He handed the bottle to Shawn.

"Carrie Jones." Shawn read from the label. "Why does that matter?"

"Because I've met her, Shawn. I know what she looks like."

"Congrats, Gus. Really. You've solved the case."

Gus glared at Shawn. "Shawn, there are pictures in Norma's bedroom. In most of them, there are two women. One of them is Norma. The other one is--"

"Carrie Jones." said Shawn. Gus nodded. "Oh my God, Gus! This Carrie chick must be Norma's psychologist friend!"

"Exactly," said Gus. "And then I found these," he said, handing a box to Shawn. "They're supposed to help in artificial conception."

"There's a baby in this box?" asked Shawn, holding the box away from him.

"No," said an almost exasperated Gus. "But there were a few empty syringes and a negative pregnancy test in Norma's bathroom garbage can."

"Dude, we solved the case!"

"What? How?"

Shawn jumped off the staircase and started walking back to where Susie was. "C'mon," he said. "We have to get Susie."