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Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with TBBT. This is fictional and purely for entertainment.

She glanced at the celtic-patterned clock that was up on her wall. There were two more hours until the party began. Bernadette had texted her saying they would all be over once they had stopped somewhere to eat. Katie had been invited to join them, but she had been preparing the flat for Christine's party. She was happy for Christine; the award for her writing was a big deal. She wanted to make the party as enjoyable as possible, so she had hired someone to maintain her bar, that way guests wouldn't be voiding her bar of her most expensive liquors. Not that they couldn't be replaced, she just wanted moderation when it came to things like a $150 bottle of scotch.

Tig brushed up against her leg. His long fur was still damp from her attempt at bathing him. A soft meow came up from the floor. "Hey, little dude" she cooed as she picked him up. He was immediately purring. She absently scratched his chin while she looked around to make sure everything was in place. The finger foods were all being refrigerated to prevent spoiling before guests arrived; towels had been placed out on the patio if anyone wanted to get into the hot tub, everything seemed ready.

"Where's your sister?" She asked the purring brown and white tabby that was in her arms. A glance in her office answered her query, since her office chair seemed to be Trin's favorite spot. She grinned at the odd position her other kitty was dozing in, on her back, paws in the air, a little pink tongue sticking out just slightly in the furry calico mess.

I'm officially a crazy cat lady at 30. To her she hadn't had a choice in the matter. Her parent's neighbors had thrown their own two cats out when they were in heat. The result had been her parents being overwhelmed with two litters of kittens that had overtaken their yard and garage. Her last visit home had ended in her bringing the brother and sister, the sweetest of both litters, with her when she had moved to LA.

Still holding Tig, she checked to make sure her DVR had recorded her shows for the day, and then she went to prep her office to keep the cats during the party.

She checked the clock upon exiting her office. An hour and a half left. Time to jump in the shower and get ready.

He still couldn't believe he was having to wait to watch the Doctor Who episode. How could I get into such a funk that I missed an episode of Doctor Who? I've never missed an episode! And now I'm being dragged to this party. Maybe I'll be able to slip to a quiet corner and watch it without anyone noticing. He smirked in the back seat, laptop stowed away neatly in its case.

That was an annoyance as well, being in the back seat. Penny was driving them to the restaurant, so Leonard got dibs on shotgun. Sheldon was still a little huffy about that. "The game of shotgun is to award the person who calls dibs first, not award the person who just happens to be sleeping with the driver." Penny groaned and he looked out the window at the cars they were passing. Her speeding always scared him. That and the engine light always being on.

They pulled up to the Cheesecake Factory as Bernadette pulled in beside them. They had tried to have Sheldon agree to going to somewhere new, but his anal retentiveness put a stop to that. So they decided to go somewhere familiar to avoid more of a fuss.

"Oh Penny, this will be so odd without you taking our order." Sheldon stated as they got out of her red VW. "How will I know if someone doesn't mess with my food?"

"How do you know that someone doesn't mess with your food anyways?" Sheldon grimaced at that as they walked into the restaurant.

Kaitlyn didn't feel like being super girly tonight. Well, she never felt like being super girly period, but she made an exception for tonight. Her hair was down, and she was flaunting some cleavage, but other than that she looked plain. She couldn't make up her mind between heels again or her favorite pair of Converse shoes. She really wanted to wear the Converse. Taking a look in the mirror, she frowned. Her low cut green halter and skin tight black jeans didn't go well with them at all. Disappointed, she put the heels on that she had set aside. I guess I don't get to be comfy after all.

She hadn't lied earlier, she loved heels. But the reason was more because she could be taller, not by how they looked or felt. She had never really been all that girly. In fact, most people had suspected her to bat for the other team because of all the years she had played softball. That perception of her had changed once she had started dating, and partying, and doing tons of things she probably shouldn't have.

Her phoenix and dragon tattoos were obvious in the open back of her halter, but those were the only two tattoos that were visible for tonight's party. She felt uncomfortable without a bra, like perhaps one of the twins would pop out of the halter she wore. This top always made her feel awkward, but she always got more than enough compliments for it, if only because it brought even more attention to the Ds she sported. Well that's at least one good thing I got from my mother.

A little squeak came up from her feet. Trin was brushing up against her. She never really could meow, she just squeaked and clicked and made the oddest assortment of noises she had ever heard come out of a cat. "Hey you, time for you and your brother to go into the office." She walked down to the kitchen, grabbed the cat treats, went back upstairs to the office, and shook the bag once. Immediately the two furballs were there in anticipation. She fed them both a treat in turn, and then shut the door behind her as she walked out.

*Buzzzzzzzzz*

The call box startled her. It was Christine, the bartender, and the first few guests waiting to be let in. She looked up at the clock. Right on time. She buzzed them up.

Smoothing down her clothes, she waited patiently.

They pulled up to the apartment building with Sheldon sulking in the back seat again. A valet came to Penny's door, much to their surprise. Bernadette pulled up behind them.

"A valet? Really?" Penny was a little astonished as she gave her keys to someone she didn't know. She couldn't help but to smile.

"Is Bernie's friend loaded?" asked Leonard as he his door was opened for him.

"I have no idea. She didn't seem like it."

Bernie walked up to them with just as much astonishment on her face as she held her parking tag in her hand. They all grouped together as the two cars were taken to be parked. They approached the fairly tall building, only to be greeted by a doorman.

"Good evening. Are you here for the Fielding party?" he asked politely.

They all, save for Sheldon, who seemed distracted by the height of the building, just nodded as the doorman opened the door for them. "Top floor. Have a nice night."

Sheldon was still looking up at the building. "What exquisite architecture…." He looked to be pondering how everything had been placed to make this building so amazing.

"Sheldon!" Leonard shouted out to him from inside, a little impatiently. The doorman was still holding the door open for him, but did not show any indication of being irritated, as many people would have by now.

"Oh, yes." Sheldon rushed inside, wishing he could admire the building a little longer.

The lobby was well-decorated with tapestries and old-fashioned furniture, a pool could be seen through a glass wall opposite of the entrance. An elevator was situated just to the left. It, too, had a man operating it for them.

Sheldon was appreciating not having to touch a thing. Not the car door, not the entrance door, and now he wouldn't have to touch the germ-ridden elevator buttons.

They stepped out of the elevator, and into a small hallway. Bernadette walked up to the one door there, and rang the doorbell. Katie opened it a moment later.

"Bernie!" She exclaimed excitedly, giving the short blonde a hug. "I'm glad you could make it." She stepped back to let the group in.

A good forty to fifty people were mingling about the flat. Light pop music could be heard in the background. The flat was gigantic. A modern looking hallway greeted the group as they entered, with a giant mirror handing on one wall. The hall opened up into the expansive living room, that had an entire wall made of glass that looked out at the city. A door to the right opened to the patio outside. Another door to left opened up to a gigantic kitchen with marble flooring and counters. A dining room could just barely be seen around the corner. A staircase appeared before them that seemed to go on up to a second floor, where presumably the bedrooms were located.

Bernadette's eyes showed the shock she was in. "Oh my Katie! You've really done well for yourself." That was all she could really get out, without letting her know how intimidating this was. All she could do was introduce her to the group, and them to her.

"Thanks hun. It's so great to meet you all. Make yourselves at home. Christine is over there…" she pointed to a room on the other side of the living room that sported a bar, "if you would like to congratulate her. It's an open bar, there's music, food, and so on. This should be fun." She grinned at them.

Rag immediately left to go to the bar, needing some liquid courage, as there was definitely plenty of women in the flat. Howard and Bernadette went over to introduce themselves to Christine and congratulate her on her achievement. Penny complimented Katie on her cute choice of shoes, and then went with Leonard to look around the flat. That left Sheldon standing awkwardly just in front of the hallway.

"Make yourself at home, hun." Katie repeated to Sheldon.

"I heard you before. There's no need to say things more than once with me. I'm just not sure what to do." He looked at her for first time. Her hair was like autumn, her green eyes were sparkling, and the freckles that speckled her skin were becoming to her. Sheldon was a little taken aback. He found himself looking down at the cleavage that was accentuated by her green top. Trying to be polite, he averted his eyes. "That's top compliments your figure nicely." He said awkwardly.

"Why, thanks, I guess." She raised an eyebrow, not having been complimented so awkwardly before. "Well, you can start by congratulating Christine. It is her party after all. There are plenty of people you can get to know."

"Her party? Is this not your place?" Sheldon looked puzzled. He didn't understand why someone would host a party for someone else at their own place. It seemed a silly concept.

"Yes, but I wanted to do something nice for her. She's a good friend and my place is a tad nicer than hers. Our deal was that she could have her party here, so long as she cleaned any mess that was left behind."

"Well I think I will take your advice, and go congratulate this woman on her trivial writing…" he stated, trying the play off the writing as non-important. After all, it wasn't physics. It wasn't even a science. Sheldon paused, transfixed by something on her wall. "Is that what I think it is?"

Katie stood next to him, the top of her head reaching only just above his shoulder even with her heels on. "Depends on what you think it is."

Sheldon was a little excited. "That appears to be a print of the Tardis painting that was used in the Van Gogh episode of Doctor Who."

"It's not a print." She stated simply.

Aghast, Sheldon whirled around. "You can't be inferring that Van Gogh himself painted this."

Kaitlyn giggled. "Absolutely not, dear. It's the original painting that was used in the show." She pointed to the signature of the artist who had painted it in the corner.

"You're kidding me!" Sheldon gasped.

"Nope. It's been touched by David Tennant himself, too." She said a little dreamy eyed. She shook it off. "Anyways, I need to do some mingling. It may not be my party, but it is my flat." She turned and left Sheldon in his shock.

He stood there staring at the painting in disbelief, and then finally turned to walk away so that he could do what was socially acceptable and congratulate this Christine. Since it was, in fact, her party.