Why me? What made me special? I may be a genius, but I was not meant for this. They told me I was meant to do great things, that I was meant to save, and change lives. I foolishly believed them.

"Hey Sheldon, you ready for lunch?" Leonard said from the doorway of my office. I didn't pay him any mind.

"Hey, are you ok Sheldon? You look troubled." asked Leonard eyebrows raised.

I gave him a quick once over, then turned back to my laptop. Or more specifically, an email from my old friend.

"I am fine Leonard, while I appreciate you asking about my well being, I will also appreciate you not interrupting me during my important work, something you can probably never understand." I say dismissively.

"Yeah, whatever." Mumbled Leonard, turning away, and down the hall.

I divert my attention back to the troubling email. It was sent two days ago, from Russia. Not a surprise. What was a surprise is that the sender didn't back up the email, and allowed me to trace its origin. The sender was too smart not to back up the email. Which could only mean one thing, he wants to be found. With a sigh, I open the email

Dear Agent 209,

We need you. More information will be delivered soon.

-D.D.

What do you want this time Daniel? That was how his emails usually were, short, and little to no details at all. I wanted more then anything not to go on his time consuming missions, but rejecting him would be suicide. So with a sigh, I deleted the email, rebooted the laptop, and erased all traces of it. I closed my laptop, and went to the cafeteria for lunch.

I still remember the first time I met Daniel. I was 13 at the time, when he approached me. Or shall I say, I was brought to him.

Flashback

It was a normal day at Houston University. It was only my second year at college, and I was top of my class. That's only to be expected with my IQ. I was eating lunch alone per usual, scribbling my new ideas into a composition notebook.

Two men in black suits, dark sunglasses, and earpieces came up behind me.

"Sheldon Lee Cooper." One man stated.

I turn my attention towards the men and ask," Is there anything I can do for you gentlemen?"

"Come with us." Said man two.

I chuckle and turn back to my notebook." I have work to do."

And that's when the men grab me, and drag me away. I attempt to run away, I struggle, but the men keep dragging me away.

This is the first time in my life where I'm not thinking, and instinct takes over. I use the moves I once saw on an MMA fight I watched with my brother Junior, and I was able to trip the first guy, and kick his back to send him skidding across the floor. The second guy then handcuffed me, while the first guy blindfolded me. During this interesting debacle, the occupants of the current room could do nothing but stare, as I was being dragged away against my will. I was forced into a car, and I stopped struggling. That was going to get me nowhere. I had to see where they would take me. I wasn't one to follow of instincts. I would soon find out that this was the first of many.

It took exactly 1 hour, 46 minutes, and 21 seconds for the car to reach a final stop. I was then shoved across a few hallways and doors, until my blindfold was finally taken off.

I needed a few moments to adjust my eyes to the sudden light. I observed all my surroundings, including all possible exits. I was in a large room, with a man sitting behind a desk, with two men standing by his side, who were dressed exactly like the two apes who kidnapped me.

I realized the two apes were talking to the man behind the desk. I soon realized it was Russian. Darn, if only I decided to take that class instead of German.

Soon enough, the important looking man brought his attention to me.

"Hello Sheldon, may I ask how you were able to take down one of my best agents?"

I smirked and said," I don't know where these apes were trained, but they need to do a better job. They'll be better off fending mall security." I never did know when to shut my mouth.

"Where did you learn? According to our files, you have never taken a physical class in your life." The man questioned me with great interest.

Deciding I can use this opportunity to my advantage, I answered him truthfully, " You're files are correct, albeit questionable. I simply picked up tips from watching MMA fights with my brother. It's simple physics, honestly."

The man looked like a five year old on Christmas day after my statement. "I knew it! I told you! Didn't I tell you! Isn't he perfect or what?!"

"I answered your questions, now you answer mine. Who are you?" I say with authority in my voice.

"Getting confident now, aren't we. Very well, I am Daniel Dobbins, Head of Secret Service, and commanding agent. You can call me Double D, or DD if you prefer."

"Well then Daniel, where am I?" I say emphasizing on Daniel.

Daniel just smirks, stands up, and opens his arms, as if expecting a hug.

"Welcome to Section 8."

End of flashback

I soon find myself in the cafeteria, already automatically ordering my food. I shook my head trying to forget Daniels vague email. I must forget about my past for now. I'm Dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper, and I have my "quirks". Sometimes I hate having to fake having OCD or social anxiety. But it's the only way of keeping my secret, and if that's the only way to keep my friends and family safe, then so be it. Who would question when I had to deep clean the whole house. Unsuspecting friends would think it's another Sheldon quirk. Who would guess or even think that Dr. Wackledoodle was trying to clean off fingerprints, or blood? My "love" of trains, and how long they take, gives me enough time to do whatever crazy mission Daniel had planned for me. It all worked out, even if I sincerely hate the person I pretend to be. Seriously, if I ever met someone like the fake me, I would kill him, then hide all evidence that he ever existed.

I approached the table, where I easily heard Leonard complaining from across the room about how irritating I was earlier. I sat down, pretending to be clueless about the previous conversation.

"Hey Sheldon." Howard says.

"Interesting, the acquaintance is the first to greet me." I slightly cringe at how annoying I sound, but I quickly steady myself.

"Yeah whatever. I'm taking out Penny tonight, but where should I take her? I'm not like other guys, I don't impress pretty girls easily. Plus, there was a new waiter who was hitting on Penny, and she totally flirted back." Leonard just kept on complaining about how hard his life was, as I was clenching my fists. He doesn't know the first thing about a hard life. He doesn't deserve a girl like Penny.

She's smart, independent, beautiful, kind, and confident. She's much to good for him. What am I thinking? I don't like Penny, not like that. And Leonard is my best friend. He deserves the best.

"Hubba Hubba. I bet she wants some brown mocha." Raj says flirtatiously, looking off to the side. I could feel all three men look off to where Raj was looking. I concentrated on my food, not wanting any part of this conversation.

"No way that babe is way to good for you. She's looking over at me. I bet she wants some of this colorfulness." Howard says.

"Howard you're married, and she's definitely looking at me." Leonard says.

"Correction, I'm too good for all three of you, and not looking at any of you." A female voice says.

I look up to see a beautiful and fit girl wearing black skinny jeans and a black tank top, with a black leather jacket, and black sandaled high heels. She has long, blond, curly hair, and dark brown eyes. Naturally long eyelashes and full red lips, she looked drop dead gorgeous, literally.

I look up at her and smirk," Hello Katherine, I thought you'd never show."