Goody Two Shoes – an R&I / Warehouse 13 cross-over
Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own Rizzoli and Isles or Bering and Wells. If I did, there would be two awesome lesbian couples on TV and they'd have MUCH more fun.
Chapter 1 – Univille, SD
Agent Myka Bering stretched and yawned underneath her warm down comforter. Leena's B&B wasn't exactly cozy during the South Dakota winter months and she loathed getting up. As she begrudgingly arose and headed for the shower she smiled remembering the previous week where she had voiced her displeasure about her cold bed. Helena had looked at her with those hooded dark eyes, quirked a knowing smile and said "Why darling you merely need to find suitable company to join you in your boudoir."
While Pete immediately jumped in with "Yeah Myks, the horizontal bop will raise your temperature for sure.", Myka and the writer maintained eye contact for perhaps a heartbeat too long.
Artie hadn't even looked up from his notes "Enough with the hip gyrations Pete and I've heard that an electric blanket works wonders," he said before beginning the week's debrief.
With a slow wink, HG had turned away from Myka and focused her attention on Artie.
"Helena G Wells you are something else," Myka murmured to herself as the hot water hit her shoulders.
Breakfast at the B&B was the usual crazy affair Helena had come to expect from her Warehouse family. She leaned back with her cup of English tea and enjoyed the camaraderie. Pete and Claudia were arguing over the merits (or lack thereof) of some computer game while Pete stuffed pastries into his mouth like a future Nathan's hotdog eating contestant. She had been horrified when Pete had introduced her to the "sport" over the July 4th holiday. "I simply cannot believe this is considered entertainment," she had said while Pete gleefully shouted his approval at the television screen.
The stairs creaked announcing the arrival of the only member of the team not at the table. Myka's long frame entered the kitchen. She wore her trademark suit and an emerald blouse that complimented the green of her eyes.
From her vantage point at the table, HG Wells watched her stride across the floor toward the coffee pot. She lazily ran her eyes over the agent's body secure in the knowledge that Myka was oblivious. As the younger woman turned to face the team, steaming mug of coffee held between her hands, Helena dropped her eyes to her own cup. "She truly has no idea how incredibly beautiful she is." she thought wistfully.
On the other side of the room Leena nodded her head almost imperceivably. She had been studying Myka and HG since the older woman had been reinstated. Whenever the writer flirted with the younger agent her aura became distressed changing colours rapidly but when Leena had come upon them sitting quietly in the library reading, their auras had become the same colour and started intertwining. That they had some deep connection was without question but she worried that Helena's passion and intensity would serve only to push Myka away. For now at least it appeared that the older woman had no plans to change the status quo.
"Alright team," Artie announced as the last of the breakfast items had been cleared from the table, "it seems we have a strange little artifact in the Boston area."
"Oooh ooh, me, pick me," Pete said immediately, waving his hand enthusiastically in the air, "New England Patriots, college ladies, I'm IN."
Artie peered at him over his glasses. "No, not you this time Pete. This one's for Myka and HG."
HG raised an eyebrow in surprise. She hadn't expected Artie to send her on a mission with Myka. Maybe he was beginning to accept her.
"Oh man," Pete grumbled.
"Dude, that means you get to hang out with the Claudster while she kicks your ass on the PlayStation," Claudia said happily.
"Oh you and who's army?" Pete replied, "Dibs on the controller that vibrates."
Artie cleared his throat and the two stopped talking.
"This artifact mission lends itself to Agent Wells given that it is Mary Mallon's wooden spoon," he continued.
"Typhoid Mary," Helena offered, "how very interesting. I have of course been inoculated against Typhoid Fever hence the reason Artie has chosen me for this particular mission. Am I correct Arthur?"
Artie nodded. "I'd hardly say you're completely in the clear," he said "but given no one else on the team has had the vaccination…" he shrugged, "As an added complication, local law enforcement and the medical examiner's office are already involved. I've included their information in your notes." He handed each woman a folder. "There have only been a couple of cases but the concern is that this will get out of hand. We believe the more victims that get infected the worse the strain of typhoid."
"Your flights leave this afternoon," he finished as he left the room to return to the Warehouse.
"Enjoy Boston ladies," Pete said, "Bring me back a New England Patriots shirt please Mykaroonie?"
Myka rolled her eyes at Pete as he and Claudia left the kitchen.
"He really is quite irrepressible" Helena noted, "Are you ready for our little jaunt to New England?"
Myka nodded. "I'd like to review the profiles of the lead Detective and ME before we leave. Local police involvement can be problematic."
The two women sat close together and read over the notes Artie had provided. "Detective Jane Rizzoli," Myka read. "and Doctor Maura Isles," continued HG, "Women in positions of power, I approve."
Myka realized that Helena was flirting with her again and she became all too aware of the other agent's scent and the soft but strong leg pressed up against her own.
"L-like us," she responded trying desperately to hold on to her composure.
"Well, not exactly like us darling," Helena flashed a dazzling smile at Myka while gently squeezing her thigh. The younger agent found her entire attention focused on the writer's touch and she swallowed nervously.
HG removed her hand, perhaps sensing Myka's confusion and discomfort. "Let's get packed, shall we?" she said and the two made their way back upstairs.