As Penny, followed by Leonard and Amy, strutted her way towards the front of the room where the executives were standing, one of the men moved over to the podium and the speakers in the room suddenly came to life.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Ladies and Gentlemen," he spoke into the microphone. "If I may have your attention please. In just a few moments, we will be getting the official opening of this new exhibit underway. So, if you would like to take your seats. Thank you."

He then moved away from the podium and his place was taken by another man, also wearing a suit, who began studying some note cards.

"Well, I guess that means that we had better take our seats," Leonard attempted to steer Penny towards the chairs which had been set up in the middle of the room.

"A seat to sit in sounds good," Penny agreed. "And, then, when it is over with I can find out whatever it is that isn't sitting right with Mr. What's-His-Face."

After grabbing another glass of champagne from a passing waiter, she took a seat in the middle of the nearest row with Leonard quickly taking the seat next to her. After making sure they were apparently going to be staying there, Amy turned to hurry back to Sheldon.

"I think I'll sit down," Howard said. "Bernie – Join me?" He offered her his arm.

"Well, okay," Bernadette agreed. "Although that probably means that I won't be able to see anything."

"You'll be able to see me," Howard reminded her. "What else is there worth seeing around here?" He smirked at his wife as he began leading the way towards the chairs.

"I, for one, will stand," Sheldon declared. "Who know who has been sitting in those chairs? They could be chocked full of germs."

"Not to mention we have no idea of where they have been stored," Reid added. "Rat droppings." He shuddered.

"He has a mistress," Shawn suddenly declared. "He is wearing a wedding ring so he has a girlfriend on the side. That's what is going on."

"Why do you say that?" Gus asked.

"His clothes are all wrinkled," Reid realized. "And, that would indicate that they weren't properly hung up."

"Like they were thrown on the floor while he – " Gus paused, uncertain how to continue.

"If he had been at home when his clothes were discarded, his wife would have made sure he put on something that hadn't been – ravaged," Shawn added.

"Ravaged?" Sheldon looked confused for a moment. "Oh – You mean he had coitus and then put the same clothes back on – EUH!"

Standing next to him, Amy blushed.

"But, why would the fact that the FBI is here upset him?" Morgan questioned. "We don't care who he is sleeping with."

"Could he be skimming money from the company to support his mistress?" Shawn suggested.

"He is the Vice President of Public Affairs," Gus reminded him. "He wouldn't have access to any of the company's finances."

"His cash may not be coming from within your company," Reid said thoughtfully. "He could be selling information to your competitors."

"All he would need would be a request to arrange for a public announcement concerning the release of a new product," Morgan theorized. "And, he could pass the information concerning the release date on to a competitor."

"Didn't you tell me not too long ago about how one of your competitors beat you to the market with a new drug?" Shawn asked Gus.

"Yeah – But all drug companies are working on similar drugs," Gus replied. "It wasn't all that surprising."

"But those jerks shouldn't have gotten a jump on my drug," Bernadette interrupted as she walked over. "It was light years ahead of anything they have done in the past."

"I couldn't see anything from where I was sitting," she explained. "Howie means well, but sometimes he just doesn't think things through."

"And, now that I think about it," she continued. "About six months ago there was another drug that hit the market several weeks ahead of ours. And, again, there is no way that company could have been that far ahead of us. Of course, they are paying for it now. The people who took that drug ended up growing excessive hair on the backs of their hands. It promises to be quite a lawsuit." She giggled.

"So, how do we catch this guy?" Morgan asked. "It definitely isn't an FBI case, so we can't officially get involved."

"What about unofficially?" Shawn suggested with a smirk.