"Welcome!" Penny, champagne glass in hand, greeted Sheldon and Amy as they walked into the main room of the exhibit. "I am so glad you could make it."

"I will have you know it took us 1 hour and 47 minutes to drive here," Sheldon began. "And that is time that could have been better spent – "

"We know, we know," Leonard interrupted him. "But you are here so let's make the best of it."

"Of course he is going to make the best of it," Bernadette declared as she and Howard, both holding glasses of champagne, walked over to join the group. "Because if he doesn't – " she left the threat unspoken.

"Have you seen these 3-D images of the brain?" Raj interrupted excitedly as he hurried over to join his friends. "It is almost like being able to see inside someone's skull."

"Probably some deficient specimen," Sheldon sniffed. "I can picture them now – Probably a grade school drop out desperate for a little bit of attention."

"You would be wrong, Dr. Cooper," a familiar voice told him.

"Dr. Reid?" Sheldon questioned as he turned to face his academic rival. "Why are you here?"

"My team just finished up a case in Los Angeles," Reid told him. "And, since we have a day off before going back to Quantico, some of my colleagues and I decided to attend the opening of this new exhibit so I could see first hand what the curator had done with the images of my brain."

"Well, the exhibit is sponsored by my friends' pharmaceutical company," Amy told him proudly. "Bernadette here is one of their top researchers and Penny is one of their sales reps."

"And I, personally, have done research into various brain functions," she added smugly.

"That's right," Penny held up her champagne glass. "We must investigate the brain functions. Otherwise, everyone might be stuck with a malfunctioning brain."

"I need some more champagne," she added, looking down into her empty glass.

"I don't think so," Leonard opinioned as he took the glass from her. "I think you have had enough. Isn't your boss around here somewhere?"

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"Gus, you didn't tell me there were going to be snacks here," Shawn's voice was muffled by the hors d'oeuvre he was eating. "And champagne, too. This has got to be one of the nicest places you have ever taken me."

The two psychic detectives were standing by the catering tables waiting for the museum director and the pharmaceutical corporate executives to begin their remarks officially opening the exhibit.

"Shawn," Gus stage whispered. "Look over there – and don't be obvious about it."

"Where?" Shawn turned around to look around the room.

"Over there – At that group standing just inside the doorway," Gus instructed. "And, keep your voice down!"

"Nice looking blonds," Shawn commented, brushing the crumbs off his face. "Are you sure they're not out of your league?"

"Not all of them," Gus whispered. "Just the one with the short hair."

"The one with that shrimpy-looking guy?" Shawn questioned. "You might stand a chance there."

"No!" Gus insisted. "That's Penny. She's the new star salesperson in the Pasadena area. She's my competition for the Salesperson of the Year Award for Southern California."

"Well, what do you say we check her out?" Shawn suggested as he began strolling towards the group.

"SHAWN!" Gus pasted a smile on his face as he hurried after his friend.

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"Allow me to introduce myself – Psychic Detective Shawn Spencer," Shawn began once he had reached the group. "And this is my partner, Professor Doolittle."

"Doolittle? You mean like in My Fair Lady?" Penny asked, confused.

"No, that was Professor Henry Higgins," Reid immediately corrected her. "Although I believe it was never clarified as to what exactly he was a professor of."

"Something to do with linguistics, I believe," Gus told her. "And that really isn't my name, I am Burton Guster, but my friends call me Gus." He smiled at her.

"Oh, you're the one," Penny replied as she stared at him.

"Which one?" Leonard immediately asked.

"The one who is trying to outsell me," Penny replied. "And don't think you are going to get away with it, Buddy." She glowered at Gus.

"Ms. Um – um – um," an older gentleman wearing a dark business suit had walked over to the group. "Ms. Penny, isn't it?"

"Yes," Penny replied. "And, you are?" She pulled her shoulders back, pushing her breasts into prominence, which earned her a glare from Bernadette.

"Gilmore Westwood," the man replied.

"Oh, I know who you are," Penny cheered. "You are the Vice President of Public Affairs. Are you here to open this brainy exhibit?"

"I am scheduled to make some remarks," Mr. Westwood confirmed.

"Good to meet you, Mr. Westwood," Gus held out his hand to shake. "I am Burton Guster, the sales rep for this area. This museum is located in my sales territory."

"Yes, Yes, of course," the vice president was looking at Garcia as he shook Gus's hand.

"And you, my dear, are?" he questioned the colorful computer tech.

"With the FBI," Morgan declared.