"Really Sheldon, I don't understand what your problem is," Amy declared as she led the way across the main lobby of the Santa Barbara Natural History Museum. "Bernadette and Penny's company underwrote this new exhibit on the human brain and we are here to attend the opening ceremony with them. That's what friends do – The support each other."

"I don't know why we had to drive all this way to see an exhibit on something I already know everything there is to know about," Sheldon whined. "And, it's not like museums are even accurate. Just about everything in them is mislabeled."

"So, while we are here looking at the new exhibit, why don't you take the opportunity to point out the mistakes to the executives of the pharmaceutical company who are in attendance?" Amy suggested. "I am sure they would be interested in hearing the opinion of a sophisticated, educated individual such as yourself."

"Amy, what an excellent idea!" Sheldon perked up. "It will give me an opportunity to contribute to the education of the common man – Of which I, of course, am definitely not one."

"That's the spirit," Amy sighed and shook her head as they began following the signs pointing towards the new exhibit. This was going to be a long day.

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"Shawn, you know how much I hate having to deal with the higher ups from our Corporate Office in Los Angeles." Gus was arguing with his partner in their psychic detective agency as they walked into the lobby of the Santa Barbara Natural History Museum.

"And, besides, every time we come here I have to see the sign on the dinosaur skeleton I discovered with my name misspelled," he continued disgustedly.

"Calm down, Gus," Shawn counseled. "For all you know that sign is correct and your family has been misspelling your name for years."

"I don't think so, Shawn," Gus argued. "I was named after my mother's brother and that is the way he spells his name. So, that means the spelling is a family tradition." He smirked at his best friend.

"As for the people attending from Los Angeles," Shawn continued. "Consider this an opportunity to further your career. Maybe hook up with some other salesperson who can give you some hints."

"I don't need any hints," Gus contradicted him. "I am already the top salesperson in this area. If anything, they should be asking me for advice."

"The signs say we should go this way." He began leading the way down the corridor towards the new exhibit.

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"I think this is so exciting!" Garcia exclaimed as she, Morgan, and Reid walked through the front door and into the lobby of the Santa Barbara Natural History Museum. "Just think - I am about to see 3-D images of my favorite genius's brain for the very first time!"

"How did they ever decide to use your brain for this exhibit, Pretty Boy?" Morgan teased. "Were they impressed by the amount of knowledge it contains?"

"Um – m –m-, No," Reid stuttered. "Actually, a doctor I went to when I was having my headaches took the original images. Then, when one of the pharmaceutical reps he deals with on a regular basis asked if he knew of any images that would be suitable for this exhibit, he thought of mine. And, apparently, when the curator in charge of designing this exhibit saw them, he liked what he saw."

"As if anyone wouldn't approve of you when they saw you," Garcia interjected.

"We're lucky that the team just finished up that case in Los Angeles," Morgan observed. "And, that Hotch agreed to us taking an extra day off so we could drive up here."

"It was a beautiful drive up the coast," Garcia smiled.

"Which took 1 hour 33 minutes to travel 95.2 miles," Reid pointed out. "I still say we should have taken the – "

"Enough!" Morgan interrupted. "Let's just go see the exhibit. When it is time to leave we can discuss preferred routes back to the hotel then."

"Okay, right this way," Garcia positioned herself between the two men and, after intertwining her arms with theirs, maneuvered them down the indicated hallway.