Hello! This is my first time publishing a Warehouse 13 fanfic. You'll notice that the dialogue in this is pretty similar to the dialogue in the show, but it won't always be like that.
I don't own anything in the show besides Kat and her story. Read and review!
Chapter 1
Kat ran through the crowded street like something was chasing her. It was evening in Washington, D.C. and even though it was a weeknight, there were still a lot of people walking around. That didn't matter to Kat, though. All that mattered was that she had to get to the museum or Artie would kill her. Soon it was in sight and Kat slowed her pace so as to seem like she was winding down from a run. She certainly fit the part, dressed in black tights and black running shoes with a black zip-up sweater to protect her arms from the cold. Kat leaned up against a pillar, looking as if she was catching her breath when she heard a voice behind her.
"You're late." Kat slightly turned her head to the left. There was Artie, with his ever-present frown and black bag in his hand. Kat rolled her eyes and proceeded to stretch.
"Relax, Artie. I circled the perimeter twice and checked out possible escape routes. Everything is good to go whenever you are," she said breathlessly. Artie hummed in satisfaction.
"Just about everybody has gone in. We shouldn't have a problem getting in. It's snagging the bloodstone that's going to be the issue." Artie asked her as they slipped past security. Kat shook her brown hair out of its high ponytail and let it flow down over her back. Her light blue eyes scanned the area around them as Artie dug through his bag and pulled out a Tesla. He wordlessly passed it to Kat and closed up his bag. Between the two of them, she had the best aim and he knew it. They continued to walk towards the main gallery when Kat faintly heard screaming off in the distance.
"It sounds like quite the party," she joked grimly. Artie grinned slightly, but said nothing. As they passed through another exhibit, a man came from the direction of the lobby carrying the bloodstone that they had come to collect. He tripped and fell, sending the stone rolling to Artie's feet. Kat aimed her Tesla at the man, waiting for him to make a wrong move. She heard Artie reach into his bag for something and watched as the man pulled out a gun. She looked to Artie, who made a motion to wait.
"Drop that. Whatever it is," the man said. Artie gave Kat a pair of sunglasses and flicked on his own.
"I can't do that, Pete," he said. He placed a missing piece inside the bloodstone and the entire room was filled with a blinding light. The man covered his eyes and Kat put her Tesla in the belt of her pants and grabbed Artie's bag as Artie picked up the bloodstone. They ran to the doors they came from and made their way to the rental car parked around the block.
"Who was that guy, Artie?" Kat said to Artie as she navigated the city streets. Artie was sitting in the passenger seat putting the bloodstone in a box.
"That was Pete Lattimer. Mrs. Frederic has invited him to work at the Warehouse," he said. Kat snuck a look at his face before turning her eyes back to the road.
"Invited or ordered?"
"You know better than I do that they mean the same thing." Kat chuckled darkly and nodded in agreement.
"Is he the only one she's invited?" she asked.
"A woman named Myka Bering is also joining us. They both worked for Secret Service," Artie said.
"You say that like they've already signed the paperwork."
"You're awfully chatty tonight," Artie said dryly.
"I almost shot him, Artie. It'll make for a bad first impression when we meet officially," she said. Artie sighed and crossed his arms.
"Are you mad that I'm driving?" Kat asked with a smile.
"No. I'm just tired," Artie said defensively.
"You weren't the one who had to jog around D.C. today so don't even get me started, old man," Kat said through her laughter. Artie frowned at her as she called him an old man, but overlooked it.
"Did you need me to drive Kat? I can if you're too tired," he asked in a rare moment of concern. Kat shook her head.
"I'm fine, Artie. We're not that far from the airport," she replied in a kind tone of voice. Artie looked like he wanted to say something, but dropped it and leaned back in the seat to relax. Kat smiled at him and focused on the road ahead.
"Wake up Kat. Artie wants to see you at the Warehouse in a half hour," Leena said as she shook Kat's shoulder. Kat turned over in bed and tried to go back to sleep, but Leena kept shaking her.
"I don't wanna," Kat mumbled as she started to wake up. She sat up and gratefully took the cup of coffee Leena offered her.
"Well you're going anyway. If you had woken up an hour ago then we wouldn't have this problem. Finish your coffee and get in the shower," Leena said as she looked through Kat's closet. She selected a pair of dark skinny jeans, a green button up cotton shirt, and brown boots and put them on the bed. She then went into Kat's dresser and pulled out a grey tank top, underwear, and socks. Kat all the while drank her coffee and watched Leena move about the room.
"I think you baby me too much," she said sleepily. Leena turned to scold her, but saw the glazed blue eyes and smiled instead.
"You let me. And you would never get anything done on time if I didn't baby you," she said as she hugged the younger woman. "Now get in the shower or you'll be late. I'll have breakfast waiting for you downstairs." At the mention of food, Kat ran out of bed to the bathroom while Leena laughed at her. 20 minutes later Kat ran downstairs with her hair still dripping with water. She sat at the table just as Leena put a plate of pancakes in front of her. Kat savored her pancakes while Leena brushed and styled her hair into a waterfall braid. Kat grabbed the car keys and kissed Leena's cheek before running out the door.
"Artie! Where do you want me?" Kat called out as she walked into the warehouse. She put the keys on Artie's desk and waited for a response. Noting the silence, she figured that Artie was probably on the warehouse floor and started to do inventory. She was organizing old mission reports when the door suddenly opened. Kat stood and saw Artie leading a man and a woman in suits. The man had brown hair cut close to his head and brown eyes and the woman had curly brown hair and green eyes. Kat recognized the man as the same she and Artie had encountered the night before, but the woman was new to Kat.
"Myka, Pete, this is Kat. She works here as well," Artie said as Kat walked forward, shaking first Myka then Pete's hands.
"Nice to meet you both, though Pete I saw last night at the museum," she said to her new colleagues. They weren't really paying attention to her, but instead were looking around the room. Their eyes were wide as they took in the pegboard with news articles and the desk with files and finally landed on Artie as he stood on the other side of the door leading to the warehouse floor. Kat followed them with an excited grin on her face and shared a knowing look with Artie.
"Ms. Bering, Mr. Lattimer, welcome to Warehouse 13," Artie said as he grandly spread his arm out to space in front of them. Kat and Artie looked at Pete and Myka's faces as they stared out at the rows and rows of shelves holding artifacts.
"I'm thrilled you're on the team," Artie said as he started to head back into the office.
"What team? What is this place?" Myka asked in confusion.
"Officially, K39ZZZ on the North American grid, but I like to think of it as America's attic," Artie answered. Myka and Pete followed Artie into the office with Kat at their heels.
"Kat would you close the door?" Artie asked as he threw his jacket on a hook by the door. Kat gently shut the heavy steel door and casually leaned against it.
"Tell me exactly what I'm doing here," Myka demanded impatiently. Kat raised an eyebrow at this, but said nothing.
"To put it plainly, you're both joining Kat and I as fellow gatherers and protectors of secrets," Artie fumbled with his words.
"Put it plainer," Myka snapped.
"The Warehouse needs your combined talents. Pete's intuitive and you have a scrupulous eye for detail. He's scattershot and you're meticulous. You look and he leaps," Artie said, trying to explain as best as he could. Kat giggled when Pete put his face on the other side of a big microscope.
"There's been a mistake. I'm too valuable to be wasted here," Myka said desperately.
"And there's your mistake," Kat whispered under her breath. Myka glanced at her briefly and then ignored her. Kat watched in amusement as Myka stormed outside to make a call.
"I think she had other plans," Pete said, indicating to the door.
"So did I," Artie said sympathetically.
"I had nothing else going for me," Kat said with a shrug. Artie pointed her to a plate of cookies and Kat greedily took some.
"You act like you've never seen food before," Artie scolded. Kat scowled at him and he felt a slight shiver go up his spine.
"I've only been awake for an hour. Don't test me," Kat said moodily. Artie nervously chuckled before offering Pete milk. Kat and Pete quietly waited while Artie went out and got Myka. The four went down to the Warehouse floor and climbed onto a metal cart with a bar in the front. Kat passed hard hats to Pete and Myka before putting one on and climbing up to the steering wheel. At Kat's insistence, Pete and Myka put both of their hands on the bar. Artie sat next to her while she maneuvered the cart and gave Pete and Myka a brief history of the Warehouse. Kat was zoned out until she heard Pete ask, "What's stored here?"
"This and that. Something along the lines of last night's rock and roll," Artie said vaguely. Myka took her hands off and leaned back as the cart came to a stop. After explaining the science behind the bar's use and some more nagging from Artie, she put her hands back on the bar reluctantly. They eventually came up on a broken plane where Artie got off the cart and reached for his bag. He and Kat both turned around as they saw a large sphere of electrical energy coming towards them.
"Duck and cover," Kat said as she and Artie crouched down on the ground. Pete and Myka leaned away from the bar and watched as the sphere moved further down the row.
"Ow," Myka said as she was hit with some static.
"It's harmless. Sometimes the inventory kicks up a little static," Kat said. Artie took his bag and went down an aisle while Pete and Myka recovered from the shock.
"Why are you grinning?" Myka asked Pete incredulously.
"Don't you think this stuff is kind of cool?" Pete asked hesitantly.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one," Kat said as she brushed off her knees. Pete and Myka looked at her with various emotions before looking for Artie. Kat rolled her eyes at them and walked to where Artie was with Pete and Myka following her.
"You stuck together. Good," Artie said as the three came into sight.
"Many of the items here, like the bloodstone that you wrestled with last night Pete, they channel a tangential energy. It's like the energy that forced the museum employee last night into almost committing murder," Artie explained.
"So how does that happen?" Pete asked.
"We're not really sure. Somehow, the matter that is in here has just enough energy to move other matter. Like you," Kat jumped in.
"Move me where?"
"Into trouble," Kat said with a shrug.
"Bunk," Myka declared. Kat raised an eyebrow.
"What about gravity or magnetism? Are they bunk?" she challenged.
"Those and more are forces that we live with every day, but we can't explain them," Artie cut in before the tense could rise. "Do you know how a radio works? You don't care as long as you get the traffic report. If Jefferson were to get his hands on a radio, he would lock it away until he was sure it wasn't going to kill him. And that is what we do here. We take the unexplained and we safely tuck it away in this super-sized Pandora's box."
"Metaphorically speaking," Pete said.
"Well actually Pandora's box is over in Aisle 989-B. Empty, of course," Kat said as she checked the screen of another artifact.
"Did you two rehearse this?" Pete asked. Kat and Artie shared a look and shook their heads no. They both turned back to Pete and froze.
"Hey Pete? Do the world a favor and clear your mind," Artie said cautiously.
"Well that should be easy," Myka quipped. Kat giggled and watched how Pete freaked out over the appearance of an old kettle in his right hand. She ran to another aisle and pushed over a cart holding a large white container, missing Artie's explanation of the kettle.
"Pete this a neutralizer. Think of it as like a fire extinguisher for objects that act up. Bring it over and put it in here," Artie said calmly.
"Some of the objects would generate a big flash, but this will probably just be a little spark. Don't flinch or you could drop it," Kat as she opened the container.
"I have a wish," Myka said as she took the kettle from Pete.
"DON'T!" screamed Artie and Kat as Myka held the kettle. Instantly, a pop was heard and a ferret poked its head out of the kettle. Myka handed the kettle to Pete, who took the ferret before it could run away. Artie took the kettle and doused it in the neutralizer while Kat took the ferret and settled it against her chest with some soft words. She cooed to the ferret while the others kept talking.
"Artie we should probably get going. They still have to drop their stuff off," Kat said as she climbed back onto the cart.
"Good idea. Do you guys want a cookie for the road?" Artie asked as he put the cart back in its place.
"What road?" Myka asked.
"There's rooms for you at Leena's Bed and Breakfast. It's about seven miles down the road. Kat will take you there. I'll join you there in the morning," Artie explained.
"Is this a town?" Myka asked 20 minutes later as they drove to Leena's. Kat sat in the back with the ferret since she didn't have a car of her own.
"It's more like a street," Pete answered. You're not wrong there, Kat thought to herself as she stared out the window. They started bickering over Pete's handwriting and Kat sighed and leaned her head against the window. She was just about to go insane over their arguing when they pulled up at Leena's. Kat got out and ran inside to find Leena already coming through the doors.
"I've brought a pair of teenagers," Kat said sarcastically. Leena grinned at her and introduced herself to Pete and Myka. Kat picked up the ferret's cage and led the way up the stairs as Leena went over details about the building. She set the ferret down outside of a room and went inside her own to take off her boots and exchanged them for slippers. She came back out to find Pete and Leena talking.
"Let me know if your bed is big enough for you," Leena said with a smile as she went downstairs. Pete's face was a mixture embarrassment and discomfort as she walked away.
"Leena's like that. It takes some getting used to," Kat said to him.
"What about you? What do you do here?" Pete asked. Kat shrugged.
"I do whatever Artie needs me to do. Most of the time," she said with a grin. Pete returned it with less discomfort.
"Take your time unpacking. I'll come get you when dinner is ready," Kat said. Pete nodded his thanks and claimed the room next to hers. Kat walked downstairs and went into the kitchen to find Leena pulling out ingredients.
"You said something about his aura, didn't you?" Kat asked jokingly.
"Did that freak him out?" Leena asked as she laughed. She pulled out a glass and poured whiskey in it.
"Just a little. Is that for me? Leena you shouldn't have," Kat said as she reached for the glass. Leena smacked her hand away and pointed to another glass filled with the same liquid.
"That one over there is yours. This one goes up to Myka," she said as she tried holding back a grin. Kat grabbed both and headed upstairs to Myka's room. The door was open so Kat gently knocked against it. Myka jumped at the sound and looked a little relieved to see her.
"I heard you needed a drink," Kat said. She joined the other woman on the bed and gave her a cup and knocked hers against it. Both drained their cups in one gulp and sat in silence for a while.
"Are you even old enough to drink?" Myka asked.
"Nope. My birthday isn't for another three months, but I'm Russian so I've been drinking since I was 12," Kat said calmly. Myka gave her a look, but didn't say anything.
"How are you holding up?" Kat asked gently. Myka gave a long sigh and put her cup on the nightstand.
"I'm not sure how to feel," she said. Kat nodded.
"I understand that. I thought I was being punished when I first came here, but now I wouldn't give it up for anything," Kat said in a comforting tone.
"How long have you been here?" Myka asked.
"I've been here for about seven years," Kat replied.
"Why?"
"Life," Kat said with a grim smile. Myka nodded in agreement. They sat still for another minute before Kat stood up and grabbed their cups.
"Like I told Pete, take your time in unpacking. I'll come get you when dinner is ready," she said as she walked down the stairs. Dinner was a quiet and tense affair, but it was over quickly. Kat watched in concern as Pete and Myka didn't speak to anyone throughout the meal and went up to their rooms when it was over. Kat was at a loss for how to help them and Leena noticed this while they were washing dishes.
"Just give them some time," she said as she hugged Kat. Kat nodded and sighed before going to get ready for bed.
It was raining, as it always was in London. At least, that was how it seemed to 8-year-old Kat. Her grandmother had taken her on vacation and had left her alone the entire time with Sophie, their maid. Kat didn't mind, though. She didn't much care for her grandmother anyway. Kat and Sophie were walking to Buckingham Palace from their hotel when Sophie brought Kat into an ice cream store.
"Katja how much do you know about your grandmother's work?" Sophie speaking in Russian as they sat by the window. Kat frowned at the use of her full name.
"I know she works with girls, she and Uncle Ivan," she responded as she ate her chocolate chip mint ice cream.
"And do you know where they take the girls?" Sophie asked. Kat didn't understand where she was going with these questions.
"Uncle Ivan once told me that they take the girls go to play house with other men and women," she responded with a slight frown.
"Have you ever seen these girls?" Sophie asked, looking at the door expectantly.
"Uncle Ivan took a few to his house once. He said that they were all going to play house together," Kat said licking her spoon clean. She froze as she heard the door open and let in a blast of cold air. She remained tense as she heard someone walk to the table. She looked up and saw two men in blue uniforms standing next to Sophie.
"Katja, these nice men are going to take us with them for a while. They are going to ask us questions about your grandmother and your Uncle Ivan. Do you understand, Kitten?" Sophie said to her, switching to English. Kat stared warily at the men before nodding.
"We're not going to play house with them, are we? I don't want to play house," Kat said as she started to panic. Sophie came to crouch down at her level.
"No, Kitten. They're going to help us make sure that you never ever have to play house," she said as she soothingly rubbed circles into Kat's hands. This calmed the little girl down and she stood up, grasping onto Sophie's hand as they followed the men out the ice cream store. She never saw her grandmother again.
Kat sat up quickly and looked at her surroundings. She was lying in her bed at Leena's and her curtains showed her that it was almost dawn. Kat sighed and shakily ran a hand through her hair. It had been a long time since she had dreamt of that day in London, or any memory from her past. It slightly terrified her, but she didn't want to think about it. Kat rolled out of bed and opened the window. She carefully climbed up to the roof and watched the sunrise in her pajamas. Kat admired the colors of the sky for a long while until the whole of the sun was over the horizon before deciding to get ready for the day. She climbed back into her room and put on light blue skinny jeans and a low cut black short-sleeved shirt. She walked downstairs and saw that it was already seven. Kat pulled out ingredients to make croissants and zoned out as she cooked breakfast. Leena came down shortly after she put the croissants in the oven and started making coffee.
"Good morning Kat," she said cheerily.
"Good morning Leena," Kat said with a yawn. She against the counter and finger combed her hair until all the tangles were out.
"What time did you get up? Normally I have to drag you out of bed," Leena asked worriedly.
"Just before dawn. I didn't sleep too well," Kat said. She poured herself a cup of coffee and added milk and sugar while Leena looked at her.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked patiently. Kat took a sip of coffee before responding.
"Sophie and I were in London. It was just before my grandmother and uncle were arrested," she said staring into her mug. Leena took the mug from her and held Kat's face in her hands.
"They're not here. They can't hurt you," Leena said softly and slowly. Kat nodded as tears filled her eyes. She hugged Leena tightly and didn't let go for several minutes.
"You know you're like my little sister. I won't let anyone hurt you," Leena said to the younger woman as they pulled apart.
"Thank you," Kat croaked out, her Russian accent making an appearance. She wiped her face dry just as the timer went off. She pulled out the croissants and set them on a cooling rack just as Myka and Pete came down.
"Ooh!" Pete said as he took one. He bounced it in his hands after he realized it was hot.
"Next time wait until they've cooled down," Kat said with a smile on her face. Artie showed up 10 minutes later and sat outside at the table with Myka and Pete. Kat brought out croissants and coffee before going back inside to wash dishes with Leena. Hearing Artie call her name, Kat dried off her hands and went outside.
"Do you still have it with you?" Artie asked her. Kat didn't have to ask what he meant.
"Yeah it's upstairs. I'll go get it," Kat said. She ran to her room and opened the nightstand drawer to reveal a plain wooden box with her Tesla inside. She brought it out to Artie and watched as Pete's face lit up in curiosity.
"What is that?" he asked with a smile.
"It's what I almost shot you with at the museum," Kat said as she sat next to Artie.
"This is a Tesla, named after Nicola Tesla. He cooked this up as an alternative to bullets. It's an electric stun gun. One blast and down you go. Also, it zaps short-term memory, which is why Agent Morris doesn't remember seeing Kat and I at the museum. And that's it," Artie explained. He sat back as Pete and Myka looked at him in confusion.
"What's it?"
"Go to Iowa. Talk to Cody. Find the artifact, if it exists. Neutralize it and bring it back. And don't get killed," Artie summarized their mission. Pete and Myka left shortly after that. Kat stood with Artie and Leena as they waved them off. Kat noticed Leena had on black rubber gloves and raised an eyebrow at her, which Leena didn't see.
"How's her aura?" Artie asked, referring to Myka.
"Tortured. Guilt and grief, mostly. She has a soft spot for the ferret, though. Just like you," Leena answered.
"That was a long time ago," Artie said with a sigh.
"You haven't changed that much. She had a stowaway. I found this in her room," Leena said as she brought up her gloved hand. In it, she held up a pair of tongs that gripped an old wallet. Artie and Kat stared at it in slight fear.
"That's Houdini's wallet. How did it get to Myka?" Kat asked as she took a step back. Artie took a magnetic pouch from his bag and held it gingerly for Leena to place the wallet inside. Kat grinned as Artie started to moan to Leena about mesh screens and shelves.
"What are you smiling about? You're the one that's going to put it back," Artie said. Kat did her best to smother her grin as she followed him to his car. They drove to the Warehouse and worked on inventory for a few hours before Artie got a call from Pete about a recording they needed translated. Pete played it for Artie over the phone while Kat recorded it.
"Artie that sounds like Italian," Kat said after Artie hung up with Pete.
"It does, but I want to run it through a couple of translators just to be sure," he said. After a few minutes going through various translations, Artie called Pete back and told him what he had found out. Artie hung up and started searching for artifacts based on the clues given and Kat tried translating the phrase with her limited knowledge of Italian. After a while, she got frustrated and crumbled up the paper she was writing on. She threw the paper in the trash and closed her eyes while Artie was on a call with Pete.
"If people knew the reasons for my fear, they would be able to understand my pain," Kat heard Pete say. Kat immediately sat up and ran over to the Farnsworth.
"You're absolutely positive that's the translation?" Artie asked in a deathly calm voice.
"That's what Marzatto said," Pete replied. Artie quickly hung up with him after promising to call back.
"Where have I heard that before?" Kat said with a frown. Artie started running around the office pulling out files and opening boxes.
"Are you going to let me in on the excitement?" Kat asked in frustration.
"I'm looking for a picture of a painting of Lucrezia Borgia. There aren't that many of her, but in every one she has this hair piece that could have been imbued with some of her emotions," Artie said as he ran about the room. Kat joined in the search until the entire floor was just about covered in documents and manuscripts.
"We may just need to go down to the floor and find it ourselves," Kat said after tripping over a box of old papers.
"I hoped you wouldn't say that," Artie said as he glared at the mess around him. Kat stared out the window and was struck with an idea.
"Artie, do you still have my old bike in the closet upstairs?" she asked him. Artie nodded and Kat ran to the upstairs closet. She dug behind coats and pulled out a faded blue bicycle that had been leaning against the closet wall. She ran back downstairs where Artie had on protective gear and was writing down the location of the painting on a sticky note.
"Give me the aisle number and I'll meet you down there," Kat said as she grabbed the sticky note from him and copied it onto another one. She put the bike on her shoulder and went down the stairs to the floor. In a storeroom, she found a long cart and was able to attach the clamps up to her bike. She started pedaling down the aisles as fast as she could while avoiding the occasional ball of static. She got to the aisle on the sticky note and turned down it while looking for Artie. He was at the end of the aisle about to open up a chain-link door to another part of the warehouse.
"I haven't been in here before," Kat said to Artie as they entered.
"Hopefully you won't have to go in here too often. Even now this place gives me the creeps," Artie muttered to her. He unzipped the canvas flap and they went inside. Kat stood back as Artie looked around for the right painting. He pushed back a crate and behind it was a stunning portrait of Lucrezia Borgia hiding underneath a plain sheet. She was posed up against a wall and her fingers parted her hair to show jewel-studded comb. Artie heaved a sigh of relief and mumbled something to the painting. He then patted his pockets to find the Farnsworth, but remembered that he left it in the office.
"I figured that you would forget the Farnsworth, which is why I brought a cart," Kat said as she indicated to the door. Artie gave her a grateful look and pulled the painting out to Kat's bike.
"Don't wait for me to get up there. It may take a while for me to get up there with my leg," Artie said as Kat loaded the painting onto the cart. She noticed that Artie was limping, probably from falling from the zip line.
"Even with the cart, it's going to take me a while to get back. This thing is heavy," Kat said as she mounted the bike. It took her a moment to get going, but then she picked up speed as she got used to the added weight. She made it to the base of the stairs and dragged the painting up the stairs with great difficulty. When she made it to the office, Kat set the painting down and sat down heavily on the desk chair. As she was catching her breath, she could hear Artie making his way up the stairs and decided to call Pete and Myka. As Myka answered the call, Kat handed the Farnsworth to Artie and let him explain. Myka cut the call as Artie started frantically talking about how the desires of the comb would if the woman possessing it was not stopped.
"I take it they found what was causing it?" Kat asked as she leaned against the desk.
"Yeah. They were headed to a party when the call cut. Apparently the woman holding the comb was heading there," Artie said as he sat on the ground.
"Pete and Myka will be fine. They'll be back in no time," Kat said to him. Artie nodded and looked at the painting with a forlorn look.
"Now we have to put it back," he said with a sigh.
"Can we make Pete do it instead?" Kat asked with a groan. Artie contemplated it for a moment before nodding in agreement. The pair stayed in the office for a long while before deciding to head over to Leena's for the night.
The next morning Kat went downstairs to find Pete and Myka sitting at the table waiting for breakfast. They had driven through the night to get back and were eagerly awaiting the waffles Leena promised them. Leena put the plate in the middle of the table and kissed Kat's head as she walked back to the kitchen.
"So what did you guys think?" Kat asked them after they had finished eating.
"It was strange, but it wasn't that bad," Pete said. Myka nodded her head in agreement. Her phone rang before she could add more to the conversation and she went outside to answer the call.
"She seems tense," Kat observed.
"It's been a tense couple of days," Pete said in response.
"You're already settled, aren't you?" Kat asked as she watched him finish his coffee.
"Yeah I guess I am," Pete said after thinking it over. Kat smiled and nodded.
"I'm glad. I was getting tired of being the class clown," she said jokingly. Pete faux glared at her before joining in her laughter. Myka joined them a few minutes later and Kat smiled as the two bickered, knowing that something special was blooming.