I don't own Warehouse 13. And thank you to the person that prompted this fic, Mari. To anyone else that prompted fic ideas, thank you. I might write more fic prompts soon, but I want to finish this one first.
Tears sprang up in Claudia's eyes as she ran away from Artie. So much for trusting her – there probably hadn't even been any "Regent funeral", he was just trying to make up an excuse to spy on her. Maybe he even told Jinks what was going on. Everyone was in the know – except Claudia.
She bit down on her lip, angrily brushing the tears out of her eyes before they could spill. She slowed her running to a fast walk, taking deep breaths of the cool air. She'd walk a few more blocks, get her anger out, and then go back to the car to solve the case. She'd show Artie, and Jinks, and the Regents. She'd solve the case so fast they -
An arm shot out from the alley that Claudia had been walking past, pulling her into it. Claudia tried to let out a scream but a hand clamped down on her mouth. Panic and terror fueled her to bite the hand and try to pull away from the person that had grabbed her.
"My wallet and car keys are in my left coat pocket." Claudia said in a low voice. She didn't mention that when the man moved to grab her wallet, she would slam a knee into his stomach.
"I don't want money." The man said, trying to tug her in the direction of a white van, parked a little ways into the alley. At seeing this, Claudia felt her heart drop to her stomach and a sudden flood of adrenaline made her try to lunge away. She nearly made it but the man had a death grip on her.
"Let me go!" Claudia yelped, frantically trying to wriggle out of the man's grip. "I'm not coming with you! Artie!" She screamed in desperation. She looked around, but with a sinking heart realized that she had run too far for him to realize she was in trouble and help her.
"Shut up." Claudia felt something poking into her side and looked down to see the barrel of a gun. Taking a deep breath, she raised her hands up to her shoulders.
"Okay. You got me." She just needed to stay calm until she found a way to get out of this. Or until Artie showed up and Tesla'd this guy's ass. Whichever came first.
She walked to the van when the man grabbed something out of her right coat pocket – her Farnsworth.
"It's just a prop. From a movie. Sci-fi." Claudia lied as best she could through a dry mouth.
"I know exactly what this is." The man said, opening it up. He ripped out all the wires on the left side of it and threw it to ground, smashing the screen.
Claudia felt fear coarse through her – this man knew about the Warehouse, and this man knew that the Farnsworth was the only way for them to truly find her. Cell phones could be tricked, but Farnsworths were the best tracking device an agent had.
The man shoved her into the van, locking the doors behind him. He went around to the front and got in. The only indicators that the fight between himself and Claudia had ever occurred – or that they had ever been there at all – was the smashed Farnsworth on the ground.