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Sheldon Cooper, P.I.	By : MariaTeresaQuintanar Category: 1 through F > The Big Bang Theory Views: 2777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three

            Knock, knock, knock! “Penny!” Head hurts.
            Knock, knock, knock! “Penny!” It’s too bright!
            Knock, knock, knock! “Penny!” I reached out and pulled my alarm clock to my face. It was only seven in the morning! Oh he is in for it!
            Groaning I went stumbling to the door, swinging it open to see Sheldon holding out the morning paper to me even as he was doing his best impression of a turtle to protect his neck.
            Growling I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling his head down, “You wake me up before eight in the morning, you better bring me more than a fucking newspaper!”
            “Look!” he demanded, shoving it into my hands.
            Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I looked down and was shocked to see that Barry Krypke was in the hospital after a brutal attack. Worrying my lower lip, I looked over to a fretting Sheldon.
            “They don’t know if he’ll make it,” he muttered. “We need to know what’s in that head of his!”
            “Could be a trap,” I told him. “To see who shows up to do him in.”
            “We’ll have to take that chance!” he declared. “Get dressed, we’re going to that hospital!”
            “Go get me a coffee with milk in a travel mug while I get dressed,” I sighed, resigned that he wouldn’t stop his Sheldony ways anytime soon—least of all for my hangover.
            I downed a pint of water off and on while I got dressed. As soon as I was ready and out the door, Sheldon handed me a bottle of water and to pain pills.
            “This will work better than the coffee,” he said quietly.
            “Right,” I said, popping the pills into my mouth and chugging the water. Tossing the bottle into a trash can, I said, “We are so stopping for Starbucks after the hospital and you’re paying.”
            We arrived at Huntington Memorial Hospital at a little after half past seven. Miracle of all miracles, I found a parking place on the street. We walked over and quickly found that there were reporters attempting to get in to interview the victim, namely Barry Krypke.
            “Stand behind the visitor’s desk, read the names that come up for the different visitors coming in for passes,” I told him. “We need to see someone within the same unit. Probably intensive care.”
            “Sounds about right,” he said quietly. “I can…”
            “No,” I ordered him. “Remember what happened the last time you tried to hack into a hospital’s database?”
            He shivered with the memory. “Okay. I’ll just get a name.”
            The man is a genius. Certified not to be a nut by his own mother and yet the very moment he’s put into stressful situations, like the one that we were in, he would more than likely give up his life story and then some just out of nerves alone. He came back over with several different names of people that were in the intensive care ward. I took one of them and went over to the visitor’s desk.
            “Two to visit Mr. Ward,” I told her.
            “Just the two of you?” The friendly woman asked, to which I nodded.
            She handed us the passes and we went on our way. Sheldon spent most of his time trying as he might to get the badge perfectly straight. I took it from him and slapped it on.
            “It doesn’t matter!” I exclaimed.
            Stepping off the elevator, one couldn’t help but to feel the police presence there. The cops were everywhere. We went looking for Barry for what felt like hours and all while under a microscope.
            “Pst, Penny,” Sheldon whispered. “I think I…”
            “Just take me there,” I told him under my breath wrapping my arm around his.
            We stepped into the room, only to discover that there were more cops there than there were outside!
            “Oh! So sorry,” I blurted out, looking embarrassed. “Wrong room!”
            We got out of the room, leaving the floor. Leaning back against the elevator wall, Sheldon asked, “Did you see the set up?”
            “The surveillance? Hard not to,” I murmured. “What do you think it means?”
            “Given that we saw no sign of Krypke on any of those monitors, I would have to surmise that he is either in another ward or dead,” he reasoned. “Neither one of those answers getting us what we need.” Yanking the nametag off while he was in thought, he added, “We need to know what he was up to.”
            “Which means?”
            “We have to talk to someone that would pay close attention to projects not their own,” he said softly, face going rigid with the one name that came to his mind. “Leslie Winkle.”
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            Out of all the persons he could have picked to interrogate he couldn’t have chosen a more difficult one. A hard, intelligent woman, Leslie Winkle has hated Sheldon for more reasons than even I could come up with. The feeling was returned on his part in full, as he doesn’t think that she pays him the respect he’s due or even owed.
            And I’m sure it doesn’t help that she refers to him constantly as “Dumbass” either, I’m sure. That’s not to say that I liked her any better than he does.
            “Oh look it’s Barbie! What are you doing today?” she asked, looking me over and snorting, “Hangover Barbie it is.”
            “Where did you learn your charm?” I asked her. “Via a mail away certificate program?”
            “Ouch!” she said in an exaggerated way, looking over to Sheldon. “Hey, Dumbass. What do you want?”
            “I need to know what Krypke was up to,” he told her.
            She went still for a moment, but went back to work. “What makes you think I know anything about that jerk?”
            “You make it a point to know what’s going on in every lab,” he pointed out to her. “Why play catch up with what’s going on when you can be ahead, isn’t that right, Leslie?”
            Rolling her eyes she said, “So okay, I may know a bit of what he was doing. But why should I tell you? It’s not like I gain anything by doing so.” She smiled. “And it pisses you off too. For me that’s what I call a ‘win-win’.” And of course just to get that dig in all the more, she used air quotes.
            “You don’t get it, do you?” I asked.
            “Get what?” she inquired, looking to the two of us.
            “Whatever Barry Krypke was up to will have the cops going through everyone’s business,” Sheldon told her. “Interrupting schedules, lab times, time sensitive experiments…”
            She cursed to herself. “Okay. I get it.” Taking a deep breath, she said, “Most of what I have is rumor. Heard Krypke was planning a big prank on Howard. I didn’t even know what it was about until after that space toilet thing went missing.”
            “So he stole it?” I quizzed her.
            She shook her head no. “Someone got to it before he could. He had a temper tantrum about it all. Shocked it didn’t bust into your bubble of obliviousness, Dumbass.” Her eyes shot to me. “It was that big.” Leslie looked back to Sheldon. “Anyway, that’s about all I know.”
            “Who do you think took it?” Sheldon asked.
            “Haven’t a clue,” she replied. “Lately I’ve been up to my eyeballs with my own work.”
            How I managed to get Sheldon out of that lab before he could insult Leslie or her work, I’ll never know.
            We ended up going over to his office. I used his computer to find out whether or not Howard had used any credit cards, took money out of his bank or tried to leave the country. After having no luck with that, I went on with checking hotels and hostiles. I found him checked into the Pasadena Hilton under his mother’s name. Choosing a few select curse words and hoping it wasn’t actually his mother at that hotel room, I told Sheldon what I had discovered.
            “I seriously doubt that it’s his mother,” Sheldon murmured, watching me as I went over to the door. “Does that hotel have a bar with a happy hour that provides free food?”
            “More than likely,” I replied.
            “Check out the bar first,” he told me. “And, Penny?”
            “Yes?” I drawled.
            “You’re on the clock. So no drinking alcohol, understood?”
            “Even I couldn’t miss that one, moonpie,” I muttered, leaving before he complained that only his Meemaw could call him as much.
            As happy hours tended to start much later than the time it was at that moment, I checked out the continental breakfast area. Bernadette and Howard were sitting side by side, giving each other Eskimo kisses.
            Damn, I think I just threw up a little in my mouth recalling that.
            Anyway, I went over, sitting in front of them at their table. The two of them looked at me in amazement.
            “Didn’t think I could find you?” I asked.
            “No, I just never knew that you woke up before eleven,” Howard answered.
            “Yeah, Sheldon got a bug in his bonnet,” I replied. “You two need to come with me.”
            “Why?” Howard demanded. “Give me one good reason.”
            “Just one?” I asked, to which they nodded. “Barry Krypke is either seriously injured or dead and chances are you two are next on that list…”
            Hopping up to his feet Howard stated, “You had me at seriously injured. Let’s go with her, Bernadette.”
            “Let me get a coffee to go first,” I told them. “I’ll get you out of here and hopefully to a safe house soon.”
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            Standing in the middle of Leonard and Sheldon’s apartment, Howard exclaimed, “How is this a safe house? I come here all the time and frankly if you want to get technical, it’s not even a house!”
            “Yeah, I keep pushing for a safe house and Sheldon keeps telling me that there isn’t a budget for one. So take it up with him,” I replied and proceeded to lock him in.
            Bernadette was at 4B waiting for me. “Where’s Howie?”
            “The safe house,” I replied. “And with any luck he’ll not test the safety measures that Sheldon installed.”
            “Will it hurt him?” she asked with concern.
            “Oh yeah,” I replied, setting up the coffee. “Hurt like crazy. But if it means a thing, I seriously doubt it’ll kill him.” I paused while pouring the water into the machine and muttered, “I hope.”

TBC...
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