So, this is my first contribution to the Warehouse 13 section on this site. Reviews are love, and don't be afraid to tell me what you honestly think! I don't own Warehouse 13. Also, be warned, there are spoilers up to and including the episode "For the Team."

Prologue: Just a Few Years Ago...

"C'mon, Myka, pick up!" Tracy Bering said, staring at her cell phone as though it was the reason her sister wasn't answering her calls.

"That's the fifth time you've called her since this afternoon. Give it a rest, Tracy." Her best friend, Erin, said with a playful shove to her shoulder. "You should be celebrating! It's not every day that a girl gets voted Prom Queen. This is a day you'll remember for the rest of your life." The two girls were sitting in their favorite restaurant: small, cozy and with the best Italian food in town. Erin had insisted on taking her friend out to eat in honor of her achievement.

"I know, but I get crowned Prom Queen tomorrow!" Tracy said, slapping her phone down on the table. Stupid high school with their tradition about waiting to the last moment to name the Prom Queen. Some crap about increasing the suspense. "Maybe she could make it in town for the coronation!" It had been so long since she had seen Myka, and she was dying to have an excuse to get her sister in town. It was hard enough getting her sister away from her job, much less getting her sister to come willingly to a place that held her father.

"Isn't she in some government training program?" Erin said, shoving an enormous amount of pasta into her mouth.

"She's training for the Secret Service." Tracy said. "She probably couldn't come but..." She let her voice trail off and she looked down at the cell phone sadly. Already she could see her sister's proud eyes and smile as she watched Tracy getting crowned...

"So call her in a few minutes!" Erin said. "Let's get desert!"

"I guess you're right." Tracy said reluctantly, picking up the menu. "What about-" But she was cut off when two men came through the restaurant door. Her breath locked in her chest and her eyes widened. These men had guns in their hands and black masks over their heads.

"Everybody get down on the floor!" The tallest said, shooting his gun up into the air. The other moved behind the register and began stuffing money into a sack.

Erin grabbed Tracy and the two hid under their booth. Tracy could feel Erin's warm breath on the back of her neck, coming in panicked spurts. She dug her nails into Erin's hand, hysteria shooting into her body.

"C'mon. Hurry up!" The tallest man was saying to his partner, who was shoving everything that looked valuable in the restaurant into his sack.

"Give me a minute. There's got to be something worth some money around here."

"We don't have time. The cops are going to be-" He was cut off by a police siren in the air. "Right then." He glanced around the restaurant. The only bit of his face Tracy could see were his eyes - a deep, dark navy blue. Those eyes made contact with hers and she felt like throwing up.

He strode across the restaurant to her table and reached down, pulling out Tracy by her hair. "We'll use her for a hostage." Tracy whimpered and squirmed in his grasp, and he gave her a rough shake. "Shut up and we'll try not to make this too unpleasant."

But Tracy couldn't help it. Panic had kicked in and she continued to squirm as he made his way to the front of the restaurant to meet the police cars that were sure to pull up any second now. As he stopped to kick the front door open with his foot, Tracy wrenched herself away.

"No!" The man tried to grab her but she ran away from him, ran so fast that she could see the back doors of the kitchen - she could make it to freedom from there...

Suddenly a large crack echoed throughout the restaurant and Tracy almost didn't register it; but a second later she felt liquid seeping through her shirt, and had only a glimpse of the man with the sack holding his gun that was now aimed at her chest before she fell to the ground, eyes closing one final time.

"TRACY!" Erin screamed from her hiding spot.

"What did you do that for?" The tallest man asked his companion. "You moron!" He began to shove him. "Out the back doors! Go! Go!"

As Tracy Bering, Prom Queen and murder victim, lay on the floor with blood pooling around her, her cell phone began to ring. The screen read: MYKA BERING CALLING.