When Shawn woke up, there was a knot in his stomach. Today was the day. He pulled himself out of bed and checked a calendar that was lying on the floor, just to make sure. Yup, it was finally here. Judgment day.

Just then, Shawn's cell phone rang. He picked it up and said, "Hello?"

"Good, you're up," said Gus on the other end. "You remember what today is?"

"Tuesday?"

"Shawn."

"I know, I know. Judgment day."

"When did you tell Susie that we'd pick her up?"

Shit. "Um, I've been thinking of just surprising her."

"Shawn, you are unbelievable."

"Thank you."

"I'm coming to get you and then we'll go get Susie. You might want to call her to give her a heads up. We can't be late for this."

Shawn made a noncommittal noise as he hung up. Today was going to be a long day.

Fifteen minutes later, Shawn opened the door to the Psych office. Walking in, he saw Susie curled up on the pull out couch.

'Huh,' thought Shawn. 'I didn't know the couch pulled out into a bed.' He walked around to face Susie. She looked so innocent, and had a small smile on her face. She was going to look different in a few minutes when she heard what today was.

"Hey, Susie," Shawn said. "Time to wake up."

Susie groaned slightly and opened her eyes slowly. "Shawn, what the hell?"

"Good morning, Sunshine!" said Shawn. "What say we go out and have a little family bonding?"

"Going to city hall isn't exactly a 'family bonding' thing, if you ask me." said Susie.

What? She knew? "What are you talking--"

Susie propped herself up on her elbows. "Shawn, I know what today is."

"Tuesday."

"Don't play stupid. Talk like that could get us into serious trouble today."

Shawn nodded slightly as Susie got out of bed and went to go get some clothes.

A few minutes later, Susie appeared again. This time, she was dressed. But not like anything that Shawn had ever seen. Susie was wearing a white button-up shirt and a plain brown skirt. She had left her hair down, with a simple pearl clip in the back. Her make-up was simple, with just a thin line of black on her lids and a faint gold eye-shadow. She looked so grown-up.

Susie leaned against the doorframe to slip on plain black shoes. And that's when Shawn saw the flash of hot pink from her leggings.

"Nice tights," he said. "They really accentuate the outfit."

Susie stood up and walked over to Shawn. "Yeah, well. Couldn't look completely unlike myself, could I?" She looked up at him. "Ready?"

"You look nice, though," said Shawn.

"Thank you," said Susie. "You look…. mature." She opened the door. "But looking the part's only half of it."

"Meaning?"

Susie turned to Shawn. "Shawn, usually your boyish face and nature doesn't interfere with your job or personal life. If anything, it helps it. But today," Susie shook her head. "Today, please behave. Act like the responsible adult I know you are."

Shawn nodded. "You think I have a boyish face?"

Susie turned and got into Gus's car. Shawn did the same. And the three drove to city hall in silence.

Gus pulled into a guest parking space and the three got out. Walking inside, they signed the guest log, received guest badges and were directed to the fourth floor.

Upon stepping out of the elevator, they were greeted with a strange site. Sitting on the wooden benches on either side of the hall, were all familiar faces. Lassiter, Juliet, the Chief, and….

"Dad?" asked Shawn. "What are you doing here? What are any of you doing here?"

"We were requested by the judge to be here," said Juliet. "He wanted us to come and answer some questions regarding the situation."

"In a case like this, they usually contact those closest to the involved to 'testify' if you will." said Henry.

Just then, the elevator pinged and the doors slid open and out stepped Monica. "Am I late?" she asked.

"Monica? Why…. How…. What….." Susie stammered.

"Mr. Gustor called me and told me what was going on."

"Seeing as your parents are in jail, I figured there should be someone close to you to speak to the judge." said Gus.

"Your parents wouldn't have anything nice to say anyway," Monica said.

Susie nodded and began to absentmindedly twist her ring around her finger.

Shawn noticed and whispered, "You okay?"

Susie nodded again. "Yup," she said, taking a deep breath. "Terrific."

"We're going to be fine." Shawn said.

"Susie, I love your leggings," said Jules. "Very stylish."

"Thanks," said Susie, smiling slightly. "I got them at Wal-Mart."

Shawn looked at Gus's watch. Nine a.m. sharp. Then he heard footsteps coming down the polished hall. The group of eight turned as a portly man walked up. He was dressed in a sharp charcoal suit and black shoes as shiny as the waxed floor. He held a briefcase in one hand, and a clipboard in the other.

"Good morning," he said, his deep voice sending a rumble through everyone's core. "I am Judge Blacksprial, and I will be residing over today's matter of guardianship, along with two other colleagues of mine. What will happen is we'll call each of you into our room and ask some questions. The rest of you will be kept in separate rooms, so you don't have a chance to compare stories. Any questions?"

The group was silent, staring at the judge.

"Good," he said, glancing at the clipboard. "The first person we'll talk to is a Ms. Monica Smith."

Monica gave Susie's hand a squeeze, and stepped forward. "Excellent," said the judge. "Paul here will show the rest of you to your waiting rooms."

The group looked behind the judge to see a security officer standing up straight, holding his head high.

The judge and Monica walked down the hall while security guard Paul led the rest of the group the opposite way into small rooms.

Judgment day had begun.