AN: thank you for the reviews :D they make my day. Now I did originally set out for this to be a Nikola/Helen fan fiction, but I changed it because I changed my idea of the story. So for now it's just about the gang in general. Also because of that I am changing the story around a little, so if a chapters disappears then comes back don't worry!
Kate made a face as she watched Henry work, bored was an understatement to what she was feeling. It was somewhere between near death and a coma.
"You don't have to stay here" Henry muttered not looking up from the screen, even without looking at her he could feel her distress, boredom. She had also been complaining for the last hour, which Henry found rather frustrating.
"I was told to wait here until they left something about my mouth getting ahead of me" Kate uttered the last part, almost a whisper. Shame, Henry guessed, it wasn't often that Helen asked them all to scatter of while she talked to some 'officials' he almost scoffed at the word. They where nothing but over weight humans who did nothing but sit around, got other people to hunt the Abnormals, got other people to do their dirty work. He stifled a sigh putting the tablet down.
"I'm going to take a...walk" pausing at the last word, he really just wanted to get in hearing range to see what was taking so long, it had already been several hours and there wasn't much to do in that particular part of the sanctuary.
Kate only nodded tossing the bright green ball in the air catching it with a dull expression before he stood pushing the metal chair back. His muscles ached from sitting in the same position for hours and when he stretched his arms over his head his back made a protest, Yawning once Henry blinked back the sleep in his eyes turning to see Kate looking at him the green ball still in between her hands. They were like that for a couple seconds, Henry unwilling to move, Kate's hands gripping the ball as she leaned back on the chair.
"Well I'm going to go"
"Yes, walk, fresh air" Kate hurried her words turning back to the ball like it was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. Henry blink twice then turned only when she couldn't see him did he make a face in utter confusion before hitting his forehead in both embarrassment and something like shame.
As Henry turned the corner he spotted the curtains rising in the wind, it wasn't unusual, in fact the windows where open most days, the breeze was cooling and nice. But at that moment Henry found it... weird, like the curtains where being forced up, trying to distract him. His brow furrowed and he walked over sticking his head out the small window. The air was cool and he could just make out the city noises like background music.
Something red flew across his vision and Henry fell back onto the floor with both a grunt of hitting his but on the floor and fright that something might be attacking his face. Once his arms had settled he looked at the window where a pale red bird stood cocking its head, like it was wondering why Henry was waving its arms around. He bird looked like a robin, yet its colour was like that of blood mixed with water.
Without thinking his hand reached out and the bird gave a nod jumping the short distance from the ledge to his hand where it sat down like it would lay an egg. Instead it closed its eyes like it was sleeping. Henry smiled to himself lifting his hand to stroke its unnaturally soft feathers before a distance sound startled him. Talking, he could hear, 2 men with high voice and a woman, not Helen. Looking over his shoulder he guessed they were in a nearby room. He made a face looking back at the bird, but it was gone. Instead his hand was empty, the window closed, the curtains unmoving and Henry was in fact standing.
"I must be tired" he muttered to himself before turning going back in the direction he had come from, suddenly spying on Helen seemed far less important. In fact, when asked he would state that he was taking a walk. The bird and his prior mission gone from his mind, and so with it the voice in the other room.