"If I may have your attention please?" the man speaking into the microphone was obviously an academic, from his messy hair to his 'nerd' glasses to his rumpled suit.

"I would like to begin this opening ceremony by introducing myself," he continued. "For those of you who don't know me, my name is Dr. Anson Brown and I am the Director of the Santa Barbara Natural History Museum."

"On my right we have Mr. Maxwell Shaffer, President of - "

"Ohm –m – m- " Shawn began chanting loudly from the back of the room. "Ohm - m – m – m – "

"Excuse me, Mr. Shaffer, Sir," Gus began, embarrassed. "I would like you to know that I am in no way involved with this individual, even through he considers me to be his partner in his psychic detective agency, and there is no way - "

"Oh Can It, Gus!" Penny burst out from where she was sitting. "You know that you are just trying to butter up the big shots. You're just jealous because I have built-in assets." She wiggled her shoulders, almost spilling the champagne that was left in her glass.

"Sweetie, why don't you let me have this?" Leonard said as he attempted to take the glass from her.

"Now," Penny turned her attention to the President. "Maybe we had better listen to the psychic."

"Yes," Reid suggested. "It is a proven fact that there are various phenomena in the universe for which there are no reasonable explanations. Therefore, it may behoove us to listen to what this man has to say."

"Yes, listen to the brainiac," Garcia said. She and Raj had rejoined the group. "He's probably the smartest person here."

"I beg your pardon!" Sheldon interrupted angrily. "I will have you know that Dr. Reid – "

"Ohm –m – m - I am sensing something," Shawn moaned as he put his hands on the sides of his head and stumbled closer to the front of the room. "And it seems to be coming from – " He stopped and looked at the men standing there.

"You!" Shawn pointed at Mr. Westwood.

"ME?" the man questioned. "Why me? What did I do?" He turned three shades of pale.

"I see a blond," Shawn moaned. "And you and she are – close."

"And it isn't me, Buster," Penny burst out. "And it isn't that other blond who was just here and then left with Raj either."

"Penny!" Leonard warned her.

"It had better not be Garcia!" Morgan warned the man. "Because if it is – " He flexed his muscles and glared at the man.

"And it's not me, either," Bernadette piped up.

"It isn't any of them," the Vice President insisted. "And, I don't know why I did what I did but I did it and now – " He turned to the company president. "You had probably better fire me right now," he confessed.

"What about if I just declare this exhibit open?" Dr. Brown suggested hurriedly. "Everyone please go in and enjoy yourselves." He moved away from the podium and proceeded to lead the two executives out of the room.

"Well, I guess that is the end of that," Sheldon told Amy. "Can we go home now?"

"Not until I have seen the exhibit," Amy replied. "I really want to see the inside of Dr. Reid's brain." She attempted to bat her eyes at Reid.

"You've never shown any interest in seeing the inside of my brain," Sheldon protested.

"Only because that would involve opening up your skull and dissecting it," Amy replied. "Now, come along and let's see what mistakes you can find in the labeling." She headed towards the exhibit, dragging a reluctant Sheldon behind her.

"Well, what do you think, 187?" Garcia asked. "Do you want to see what they did with your brain?"

"You will undoubtedly find it to be quite interesting," Raj spoke up. "I know I have used 3-D modeling in my work and I find it to be quite beneficial."

"What exactly is it that you work on?" Reid was asking as the two scientists walked into the exhibit.

"Well, My Tech Goddess, it looks like you are left with me," Morgan smiled knowingly at Garcia.

"Not for long," Garcia replied pertly. "It seems that there is an upcoming exhibit at the Smithsonian that Raj is interested in seeing. He's going to call me when his travel arrangements have been completed."

As she led the way into the exhibit, Morgan slowly followed behind her, sadly shaking his head.

The End

Thus ends the story of the confrontation at the Santa Barbara Natural History Museum. I apologize for having a plethora of characters, but once I started writing Shawn and Gus just kind of walked into the story and made themselves at home. They promised to behave, so I let them stay.

I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think!