CHAPTER

When Penny woke up the next morning, she has the feeling she was being watched. Turning her head slightly to the left, she saw Sheldon sitting in his spot, in his robe, holding a cup of tea, and studying her.

"Ah, good, you're awake." He said, raising the cup to his lips and taking a sip. "Perhaps now would be a good time to discuss the fact that someone is trying to kill you."

"Me?"Penny repeated.

"Well, nobody has ever tried to bomb ME before." He exclaimed, giving her a look. "Food poisoning yes, drowning certainly, and numerous people have tried to run over me with their automobiles, and you tried to shoot me the other day, but nobody has ever BOMBED me."

"What about Leonard?" She squinted. It was very odd having a calm discussion about modes of death while still in bed, but then, her bed was in his living room.

"Leonard would never try to kill me with a bomb. He would push me out a window."

"I would, too." Leonard sighed, coming into the room rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"Good morning Leonard." Sheldon replied calmly. "Leonard, did you plant a bomb in order to attempt to save Penny?"

Leonard looked utterly confused. "What?"

Sheldon nodded. "That's what I thought. Therefore, someone is trying to kill you."

"Kill me." Penny repeated. "Coffee?"

"Cream?" Leonard called from the kitchenette.

"Please." Penny sat up, holding the blanket around her shoulders, and tried to wake up. "Why would somebody try to kill me? I just want my stuff."

"When did you break up with your john?" Sheldon scrutinized her.

"When his wife showed up."

"When was that?"

"I don't know, four days ago? Five?"

"You moved awful fast."

"Well yeah, they were yelling at each other, and it's not like I had a bunch of stuff anyways, the flat next door is furnished."

"Ah." Sheldon nodded. "Could you have taken anything that belonged to your ex?"

Penny stared at him, thinking. "A shirt maybe? A couple dollars," she rubbed her hand over her face, "I wasn't really thinking I was just grabbing things, I grabbed a book off the nightstand, and a pen." She shook her head and took her coffee from Leonard's outstretched hand.

"I hardly think a shirt is worth bombing someone over." Sheldon muttered. "Where is the book?"

Penny waved vaguely at the small case she had brought with her when they made her leave her apartment.

"You brought it here?" Leonard asked.

"Well, you know, you guys don't look like you stay up real late, and sometimes I can't sleep, I might as well have something to read." She defended herself.

Sheldon stood up placing his tea on the table in front of him and crossed the room, picking up the case and opening it. He scanned it quickly and then started pulling out items of clothing and tossing them on the couch.

"Hey!" Penny protested.

Sheldon rolled his eyes. "I'll fold them when I put them back, I assure you, they'll be better for it."

He found the book, and flipped through it, then tossed it too on the couch, till the case was empty. He carefully ran his hands over the lining, over every seem, double checking some parts, until suddenly he paused, and his fingers slipped through a hidden seam, and he pulled a piece of paper out and held it up carefully between his fingers.

Penny and Leonard watched speechless, as he carefully unfolded it and held it up to the light.

"Drat." He said. "We're going to need Wolowitz."