Yeah I am a tease with the ending and no I won't be writing the rest of it because I don't have the skill, but enjoy anyways.
I shivered in the cold air as I walked to my office. Even thought the winter was drawing to a close there were still nights that could leave a girl's nose a few inches shorter. A breeze blew and I pulled the collar of my trench coat up a bit higher, trying to keep the cold from entering my bones. A drop of wet hits my nose and I look up. The city's sky is covered in a mask of grey, while snowflakes gently fall to the ground. I grumble and pick up the pace, not wanting the snow to melt in my hair. I scold myself for not wearing a hat, but I was trying to blend in with the crowds today, I didn't want the reports jumping me and losing me my case. I finally got the thing I was looking for. To make sure it is still there, I tap the canister at my side, hearing a resounding clank from it I take a breath, it's still there. As I release the breath it forms a white puff in front of me causing some of the snowflakes to melt in the sudden heat. Only a few more blocks till I make it home. Well, to my office. I suppose the office is my home though. I spend more time there than at my actual apartment. I reach the door and pull it open. I quickly run up the stairs that immediately follow the door and reach the second floor of the building. I rent the second floor on top of a bakery.
The location is great, close enough to downtown without being too close and I never would have enough business to need an entire building. My body shivered a little, getting used to the new temperature in the building. I walked down the hallway and opened the door marked "Myka O. Bering, Private Investigator of Unusual Happenings". I have always been proud of the bold letters on the cloudy glass. It means I have a living, a way of providing for myself, and no one can tie me down more than how I want them to. I walk past my receptionist Claudia's desk and stop to remove the canister. I plunk it down right were she won't miss it and walk to my room. I open the door that separates the small waiting room and receptionist area and into the place where all the magic happens. I unbutton my coat and toss it on the coat hanger conveniently placed next to the door. I walk to my desk and sit down heavily. After a day on my feet it's great to sit back and relax. I reach for the case file laid out on my desk and flip it closed. I lean over the desk and grab a stamp with the words "CLOSED" written on it in red. With a sense of extreme satisfaction I stamped the file. I smiled and relaxed, running a hand through my hair. I'd put it in the filing cabinet tomorrow. I shut my eyes and let exhaustion roll over me. That is until I heard someone knock on the door. Narrowing my eyes, I reached out to the hidden compartment in my desk where I kept my gun, just in case. You never know what sort of crazies come looking for trouble.
"Come in!" I called, not wanting to be rude in case it wasn't a nut. The door opened and in stepped a real fancy broad. Never before had I seen her face and golly what a face it was. My heart nearly stopped pumping blood the second I clapped eyes on her. Then I remembered my rule. The good ones are always taken. I sighed mentally and leaned away from the desk again, I didn't think I would need my gun.
"Well I've heard from a select group of people that you are the one to talk to about, shall we say, incidents of an unusual matter?" Her clear voice rung out and hit my ears with its british tones. I ran my eyes to her hands and there was no ring. I swallowed.
"That's right ma'am."
"Oh please," she said as she walked over, her heels clicking on the floor, to take a seat in front of me. "Call me Helena." She unwrapped her scarf from around her neck and set it in her lap. I nodded and got out a piece of paper, ready to write down the facts as she told them to me. "Now I am rather embarrassed about this, but I seem to have a," she looks down and shifts uncomfortably, " a problem."
I look up from the paper, intrigued. "What kind of problem?"
A blush formed at her cheeks and she squirmed again. "Well. You see. I was at a rather rare art exhibit and the curator let me examine a piece more closely. It was an ancient fertility statue and well... Something happened. You know, something down there."
It took my brain a second or two to figure it out, but then I understood. "OH. Well. You did come to the right place. Do you still have the figure?"
"Yes. Yes I do." She reached into her purse and handed me a small figurine.
"Woah there! Put it on the desk and slide it over. We don't want two people walking around with that type of problem." She coughs, trying to cover a smile and slides it over. I nod politely and observe the statue. Sure enough it had artifact written all over it. I could almost feel the energy coming from it. I got up and walked over to what seemed to be a refrigerator in the back of room. I opened it and pulled out a similar canister to what I was carrying earlier. Quickly, I walked back and using a pencil I tipped the statue into the goo waiting in the bottom of the canister. There was a fizz and lights danced out and I could tell the thing was neutralized.
"Well that was very fancy, but it still didn't fix the problem!" Her voice had raised a bit in panic.
"It didn't?" I scratched the side of my head. I'd heard of side effects sticking around after neutralization, but usually there was an obvious way to get rid of the symptoms. Then it hit me. That was obviously the solution. "Well then, there IS another way. But I don't think you will like it."
She tilts her head to the side and I can almost see the wheels turning in her head. "Another way.. OH! Oh! Goodness. That is certainly. Oh my."
I don't know what to tell ya. Unless you have any lady friends who will you trust, I suppose I'm going to have to do."
Helena's eyes flicker to mine and then rake down my body in a way that is entirely not friendly. "While I do have some people who could probably handle this.." Her voice trails off and her eyes flick back up to my face which by now had a faint blush. "You'll more than do."