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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 Five

            I thought of a new question! And seeing as it was “Anything can happen Thursday” I pretty much could ask Sheldon during dinner. Unless of course he decides that the “anything” truly just means the food and nothing else. And chances were good that we were having pizza, as it was a Thursday. So much for anything goes, huh?
            Walking into the apartment, I looked over Sheldon’s shoulder to see what he was doing on his laptop. Billing, I thought absently, as I went over to his place on the sofa and sat down. Typically, I took care of billing, but seeing as it was a new, rather important client, Sheldon took care of it. In situations like that, he wasn’t taking any chances of a typo of any sort.
            “Who’s picking up the pizza?” I asked of him once I saw he was done sending off the e-mail.
            “Leonard,” he muttered, looking over to me. “You’re in my spot.”
            I only arched my brows and told him, “I need to be paid.”
            His eyes went flat and said, “We’ll be paid greatly by the end of the week. I’ll be able to compensate you at that time. Satisfied?”
            “Far from it,” I stated dryly. “But nothing I can’t live with until after this case is over and you deem to join me in my bed...”
            Leonard stumbled at my words, calling our attention to him. He looked over at me dumbfounded, eyes glazed over in shock. In truth, we didn’t tell many people about us, but then we didn’t keep it a state secret either. Leonard had moved on from our one time relationship. So why he should be shocked that I did as well was beyond me.
            “Take care, Leonard,” Sheldon scolded him, taking the pizza we would be sharing from him and putting it on the kitchen island. “Oh dear. It would seem we’re out of paper towels.”
            Frowning I peered at Sheldon, seeing him twitch at those words. Little did he know that I could see the paper towels on the counter directly behind him. Wanting, dare I say it, almost needing to roll my eyes hit me as I asked him, “Would you like to speak to Leonard by yourself?”
            Twitch. “No.”
            “You're lying. Just ask me to leave you for a time so you can.”
            “Penelope, I wish to speak to Leonard for five minutes by ourselves. Please leave and come back at that time.”
            “See?” I asked him. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I took up a plate and a piece of pizza. “I’ll be back in five. Be good while I’m gone.”
            The door no sooner shut behind me when I heard yelling. I hadn’t a clue what was said, but I knew it was Sheldon doing the yelling. Worrying my lower lip, I wondered what it could be. You see, Sheldon doesn’t yell. He hates fights and yelling. It makes him even more neurotic than he normally is. It has something to do with how he grew up and how his dad was an alcoholic. From what he told me, his father was a mean drunk and took it out on the entire family. I looked at my watch, three more minutes to go.
            A shout of pain had me glancing at the door, as if I could see through it or something. That time it was Leonard, I was positive. But why would he be yelling in pain? Jeeze, why were they fighting? I snorted at that thought. What they do isn’t so much fighting as it is slapping while looking away or with their eyes shut. You know, a girl fight.
            I chewed on my food carefully as I thought over why it could be that the two of them were at it. They had been roommates forever. They even had a roommate agreement that Sheldon drafted. He didn’t start fights so much as debates over the violations of the agreement. I looked at my watch. Okay time to go back in, but did I want to? I looked at what was left of my slice. Oh yeah, I was going back in if only for the free food.
            I stepped back into the apartment and saw the two of them glaring at each other as Leonard yelled, “Why do you think I care? I’ve already tapped that ass!”
            Anger, embarrassment, and pain flooded me. I put down the plate, having lost my appetite. I didn’t know what to say. What could be said at a time like that? What did I ever see in that whiny little turd? I walked over and was standing behind him, staring at him and just waited. Sheldon looked over to me, but he too said nothing.
            “What…” Leonard turned and looked me in the eyes. “Penny, I can explain…” I stepped closer, making like I was going to kiss him and proceeded to knee him as hard as I could in the balls. “EEEEEHH…” The high pitched noise he made wasn’t so much a groan or a scream or even a squeak. It was more of a combination of the three.
            Clearing my throat, I asked, “That was in the detective associate’s agreement, correct?”
            “I do believe it was,” he murmured. “Penny?”
            “What?” I asked, my voice hollow.
            “You have pizza sauce on your lip,” he pointed out and stepped past the crumpled Leonard. “Allow me.” Taking a napkin, he dabbed it off with care.
            “I-I think I’ll skip on the rest of the night,” I whispered, walking to the door. Clearing my throat, I muttered, “I won’t be singing anything this evening to anyone. Give me a call if there’s more work to be done tonight.”
            “We can play Halo.” I looked over to him. “It is Anything Can Happen Thursday.”
            Wishing that perhaps I could just let go of everything I was feeling but knowing better, I told him, “May be next time.”
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            I went to bed. Sleep didn’t come, but I lay there just staring at the ceiling. Mistakes, Lord knows I have more than my fair share, but it didn’t mean I needed the constant reminders. I shut my eyes and could feel tears sliding down my cheeks.
            I heard the door open with what had to be the emergency key. It shut just as quietly. There was a noise in the kitchen followed by foot steps coming to my bedroom door.
            It opened. Sheldon was standing in silhouette in the doorway. Clearing his throat, he said, “You aren’t drinking.”
            Sitting up, I said, “He isn’t worth it.” Turning on my bedside lamp, I asked, “Something come up with the case?”
            “No.” He went over and sat down next to me. “You’ve been crying.”
            “It’s been known to happen.” Turning to face him, I breathed, “Mind you the last time I admitted to doing so was when I broke my wrist during a rodeo competition.” Sighing heavily I murmured, “It’s one of our friends, isn’t it?”
            “The thief who is going around injuring people? More than likely yes.” Tilting his head, he studied me. “Did it just occur to you?”
            “It came to me when I thought of the fact that the car they used this afternoon for shooting Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler was a rental,” I murmured. “Why?”
            “Good question,” he said. “Did you know Priya, Raj’s sister, was back in town?”
            I rolled my eyes. That was just what I needed. Her. Smart and beautiful, she made me feel like mud. But then it hit me. Priya was here. And wouldn’t she need a rental car?
            “You’ve had an epiphany?” he inquired.
            “I think I have, but the question is did I have it because I dislike Priya or is it due to it being a logical conclusion?”
            “And that, my dear lady, is what I am around for,” he said. “Tell me.”
            I told him and his smile grew. “I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”
            “I’m right?” I asked, as I stood up.
            “Yes.” He stood up next to me. “Go clean up your face. We have suspects to round up.”
            I smiled at him, as I said, “Can you say it just once?”
            He was annoyed now. “We haven’t the time…”
            “Just once? Please?” I crept closer to him. “Pretty please? With sugar on top?”
            “Oh, okay!” He stood up straighter, looked down at me and said rather flatly I might add, “Go fix your face, darlin’. We have some bad guys to get.”
            “That was less than what I was hoping for.” But I smiled, went to tip toe, and kissed his cheek. “Thanks.”
            Sheldon was still standing in the same spot I had left him to go over to the bathroom to fix my face with a wet wipe and newly applied makeup. I tilted my head, studying him for a moment.
            “Have you made the phone calls you needed to make?”
            Blinking out of his own thoughts, he murmured, “Yes, Penny.”
            I just waited for a time doing nothing. Taking a deep breath I stepped next to him, I slid my palm against Sheldon's larger one. Lacing my fingers with his, I murmured, “Got your back.”
            “As I have yours,” he said, sounding more confident. “Let’s get us some bad guys!”
            I only smiled more broadly. Anything more would have him back in his shell.
            I took a step to walk us over to the other apartment, but he pulled me to a stop. Turning to face him, I watched as he lifted our joined hands and kissed the back of mine tenderly. I released a little sigh.
            “Oh honey, what you do to my heart,” I whispered. And he gave me one of his oh so special, only for me smiles.
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            The FBI arrested both Priya and Leonard. Sheldon and I watched them as they interrogated the Indian woman and were getting no where fast.
            “She’s a lawyer,” I muttered. “She can talk rings around you, Sheldon, let alone those poor saps.”
            “She’s good,” Sheldon said, handing me over a paper. “I’m better.”
            Reading the paper, a small smile came to my face. “That you are, Dr. Cooper. That you are.”

TBC...
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