A/n: I finally have the plot for this story de-kinked. Everything should flow now. Before, it was on a basis of whatever I came up with and hoping it made sense. With a kinda plan. But now there is an ACTUAL plan!!! I'm excited. You should be too!

Beta: TalaDentro!!! Because she is dressing up as a pop-tart at her wedding and letting me go as Batman!

Chapter the next: It's A Clue, Scooby Doo!

"What?" Lassie looked up at me, incredulous.

"My mom. She's on this list. Look." I pointed to her name, Madeleine Spencer.

"She in town?" He asked. I shrugged, not really sure. "McNab! Get Madeleine Spencer on the phone! ASAP!" Buzz nodded and ran off."While he is doing that, I'm still going to run the search. I don't like having just one suspect this early in the game." I nodded, not really listening. Seeing my mom's name on the list of lotion buyers had sent a small chill up my spine. And my stomach started to twist. Something wasn't right. McNab came back, snapping his cell phone closed.

"She's in town and I asked her to come down to the station. She'll be here in an hour." He said. Lassiter nodded, telling him to prepare an interrogation room.

My mind was racing. The thought of my mom having something to do with my dad's death scared me. I kept circling around the hope that this was all random happenstance, and the fear that her connection went deeper than just a bottle of boutique lotion.

"Shawn!" I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Lassie shout my name. I looked at him with wide eyes.

"What?" I asked, a little dazed.

"I've been trying to get your attention for five minutes. Now, I know you are going to want to go in there and be all…..whatever you are, but you can't. At most you can watch. Alright?" I stared at him for a long moment before nodding. "Good."

"Shawn!" We both turned around and saw my mom standing there with a smile. She walked over to us, giving me a hug and shaking Lassie's hand. "So, what is this all about?"Lassiter glanced at me through the corner of his eye before leading my mom to the interrogation room.

I stepped into the viewing room as my mom settled into the one wooden chair on the other side of the glass.

"Dr. Spencer, have you ever purchased a bottle of Gina Marie's Abracafabulous Lotion for Sensitive Skin?" He asked, slightly wincing when he read the name.

"Yes. I use it everyday. It works wonders on my dry hands. Why?" She asked, the crease in her forehead making an appearance. Lassiter took a pause before explaining.

"Ma'm, I'm sorry to have to tell you this. Your ex-husband has been killed." He said, placing a hand on her eyes widened as Lassie finished his sentence, as if she knew what was coming. A few tears welled in her eyes and, being the strong woman she was, she immediately wiped them away. But not before one escaped and slid down her cheek.

"H-How did it happen?" She asked, her voice wavering slightly. Lassiter stepped away, all business now.

"He was shot. Doctor, when was the last time you saw your husband?" He asked, looking into her eyes.

"Oh, I guess the last time I was in town. Doing the evaluations for the station. But what does this have to do with my lotion?"

"A substance matching the chemical make-up of your lotion came into contact with your husband's skin causing an allergic reaction pre-mortem." He said.

"So you think I had something to do with this?" She asked.

"Not necessarily. We are just following a lead. Do you know of anyone that would want to harm your husband?" He asked.

"Besides the dozens of criminals he put away over the course of his career? No, not really." She replied, a drop of venom mixed into her tone. "Is there anything else, Detective?"

"No, Ma'm. You are free to go. But you know the drill. Don't leave town in case we have more questions." He answered with a small smile. She left the room and I met her outside the door.

"Shawn! How are you feeling?" She asked, wrapping her arms around me.

"I'm fine, Mom. Please don't try to psychoanalyze me." I said, returning the hug. She pulled back and looked at me, her eyes worried for my emotional state.

"Ok. Well, I have to go to a work thing. Promise that we will have dinner later though, alright?" She gave me a weak smile and I nodded. She left then, working her way past all of the officers around her.

Lassiter stepped out of the room, shutting off the light and closing the door. We walked in silence to his desk, my mind finally slowing down. He sat and looked at his computer, clicking open the search page.

"We got something. Here. Mary Andrews. Do you recognize the name?" I shook my head no. "Alright. Well, I want you to go home. I'll talk to her on my own."

"As you wish." I replied. He nodded and left.

"But what Lassiter didn't know, was that when Shawn said, 'As you wish.', what he really meant was, 'I love you.'" I turned to the source of the voice and saw Buzz standing there with a smile.

A/n: I had to! I swear I had to! It was required!