A/N: I received a review today (July 5, 2016) asking how old the characters are in this story. I originally began posting this story chapter by chapter on tumblr. There I had noted that this story is set in present day; to be more precise February 2016. I failed to mention that when I began posting here and apologize for the confusion.

Please note, the only edit I have made to this chapter is the author's note.

Three hours after her flight was scheduled to land, Amy Farrah Fowler finally touched down at LAX. Her flight had been delayed due to a snowstorm. She supposed she shouldn't have been surprised, given that she was flying out of Minneapolis in February. Sighing with relief and exhaustion, she made her way to the luggage carousels.

Amy found a place to stand near the luggage chute, hoping to be amongst the first to retrieve their bags. She tapped her foot in frustration as the minutes ticked by.

Fifteen minutes later, suitcases and bags of all sizes and colors began their descent onto the conveyer. Amy scanned each one. Wrong size, wrong color, wrong style. At long last, she spotted a black hard-sided suitcase with a blue handle and plucked it off the conveyer. She hoped traffic would be a breeze tonight as she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep her eyes open. She couldn't wait to get home to her apartment in Glendale.

Meanwhile, Sheldon Cooper emerged from the first restroom he could find upon exiting his plane. He spent the second half of the flight wishing he had declined the beverage service as he was reluctant to break his rule of never voiding on a moving vehicle.

He strolled over to the carousels and waited impatiently for his large black hard-sided suitcase with a blue handle to appear. After 25 minutes, only two bags remained and no new ones dropped down. One resembled his bag in every way but one - it didn't have the dent in the bottom left corner that he acquired on the way to Galveston when the airline tossed it haphazardly onto a cart. He looked at the nametag just to be sure then double checked the baggage claim screen to verify he had the correct carousel.

Sheldon marched over to the baggage service counter. "Excuse me, I arrived from flight 1034 from Galveston, Texas, nearly a hour ago. I waited at carousel 3 for 32 minutes and 18 seconds. It appears that the chute has ceased to drop additional baggage. Am I to assume the airline lost my luggage?"

"I'm so sorry, Sir. One moment while I check the carousel status. Occasionally we need to shut it down temporarily if an item gets stuck," the young woman, whose name badge indicated her name was Brandy, stated matter-of-factly. Sheldon watched as her fingers sporting long red nails efficiently clicked away at the keyboard.

"The computer tells me that luggage from your flight, as well as luggage from flight 973 out of Minneapolis, was taken to carousel 3. All luggage from both flights has been deposited."

Sheldon blew out his breath in frustration. Brandy handed him a missing luggage form. Defeated, he completed it and handed it back to her. She scanned the form to ensure he completed each field. "I'm very sorry Dr. Cooper. We'll do everything we can to help track down your luggage."

Before he could say anything further, his phone rang. Great, it was Leonard. Sheldon wasn't a fan of tardiness and was always quick to berate anyone who kept him waiting, and now he was the one doing it.

"Hey, Buddy. Are you okay? Penny and I checked to see if your flight got in okay. Looks like it arrived on time."

"No Leonard, I am not okay. The airline lost my luggage." Leonard repeated Sheldon's words to Penny who snatched the phone from his hand.

"Awwww… Sweetie, I'm sorry your luggage is missing, but it's getting late. We're parked just outside the baggage claim doors."

Feeling resigned, Sheldon stepped out into the cool air carrying only his messenger bag. All the way home, Leonard and Penny had to endure Sheldon's non-stop complaints. Penny tried changing the subject by asking him about his trip.

"Everyone's fine. I had an okay time. Of course Meemaw made cookies for me; I'm her little moonpie," he answered before getting back to his grumblings regarding his missing suitcase. And he continued as they climbed the stairs to apartment 4A. Leonard unlocked the door and ushered them in. Sheldon rushed over to his spot on the couch and sat back, closing his eyes. "Hello old friend. Oh how I've missed you."

Leonard rolled his eyes. Sheldon had stronger feelings for his spot than he did for any human being, including his best friends and family. "Goodnight Sheldon."

"While I don't consider this a 'good night,' I suppose I should head to bed too and put this day behind me."

Amy arrived home after midnight. She tossed her purse on the couch and wheeled the suitcase next to her desk. She didn't even have the energy to unpack. Tomorrow was Sunday, so she'd have plenty of time for that. She quickly brushed her teeth, changed into one of her long white flannel nightgowns, pulled back the covers, and flopped down on her bed. She fell asleep within moments of her head connecting with her pillow.

Amy awoke at 8 o' clock the next morning feeling refreshed. She looked forward to a day of the mundane after spending the last five days at a neurology conference at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, where she had been not only an attendee but also a presenter.

After a quick breakfast of green tea and oatmeal, she changed into a beige skirt with a purple and black striped cardigan.

Her first task to tackle was unpacking. She wheeled the bag into her bedroom and hoisted it onto the bed. Upon unzipping it, she noted the clothing was strewn throughout. Just her luck. Airline security randomly searched her bag. She found it mildly unsettling that someone had rifled through her unmentionables. Sighing, she pulled the first item out.

"This isn't mine," she muttered as she eyed a men's sized black t-shirt emblazoned with a melting Rubik's cube. She pulled out the next article of clothing - another men's t-shirt, this one red with a lightning bolt across the front. One by one she pulled out each item including a Superman t-shirt, three solid-colored long-sleeved shirts, a pair of brown pants… she gulped as her fingers brushed the next item - men's Batman underwear.

She continued unloading the suitcase, expecting to find something familiar.

Amy stared blankly at the clothes lined up on her bed. Did security dump out each bag and toss in what they thought belonged in each one? Unless… She read the nametag attached to the handle 'Dr. Sheldon Cooper'.

"Oh crap."

Luckily a phone number and address were listed. Amy briefly admired the neat penmanship before picking up her cell to dial Dr. Cooper's number. The line was busy, so she waited 10 minutes then tried again. Still busy. After two more tries, she decided to just drive over to the doctor's home.