I Would do Anything for You

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CH 1: Trapped

**Myka's POV**

Getting locked in the Warehouse overnight itself isn't a problem. It's the boredom from following the one golden rule; don't touch ANYTHING, which leads to potential hazardous results to those with an over-active imagination. Also known as my partner, Pete Lattimer.

Apparently all the doors lock at a certain time at the end of the month. I've been trapped in here off-guard before I knew routine, but this time I just happened to be cutting it close, and didn't make it.

"We knew this was scheduled..." I announce aloud to myself. "I guess I just forgot the consequences of last time's incident."

Don't even get me started with that guy! No matter where we go, Pete's constantly causing mischief and trouble like a five-year-old child would. Still, being in a place where just about anything could happen is much worse than your average every-day situation. The Warehouse is full of 'toys' and dangerous objects for that over-grown child to get his greasy hands on.

"SQUEEEEE!" A sharp cry strikes through the air, whipping past my ears into the distance.

I stood still for a moment, waiting for something bad to follow.

Nothing.

"PEEEETE?"

*Claudia's POV*

"Don't tell me those idiots locked themselves in the Warehouse during surveillance period again!" Artie tenses, speaking to H.G. Wells before I entered.

"I'm afraid so." H.G. sighs with a roll in her eyes. "Shall I inform Claudia to pause the system?"

They hardly noticed me. "Already on it." I announce, then plop a seat.

Before I could get my hands on the keys, Artie takes the back of the chair and rolls me backwards. I nearly fall at the placement of my balance.

"No." He states at the end of his patients. "We're just gonna leave them in there this time and hope they learn their lesson."

It was cruel, but I could really care less. H.G., on the other hand...

"Well, that's all fine and dandy, but aren't you worried about Pete playing with some of the artifacts?"

"Not likely!" I smirk. "Knowing him, he'll no doubt help himself to playing with ALL the artifacts!"

"As I am well aware of your point, agent Wells," Artie interrupts, not giving either of us a chance to react to my last comment. "Quite frankly, I don't give a rat's ass."

"Someone's cranky..." I snicker to the side.

"Is there something you'd like to say, Miss Donovan?" The old man questions, raising his ginormous eyebrow.

My eyes widen, and I quickly deny with the shake of my head. "Nope!"

I felt bad leaving the two of them down there all night, but what Artie says goes. ...poor Myka.

**Myka's POV**

"There you are." I sigh in triumph when I finally spot my partner.

"Heeey there, Mykes!" He reverbs cheerfully.

"Save it." I glare. "Now tell me everything you've touched, broke, or licked."

He starts looking around, as if to point out all the objects he'd contaminated.

"That one!" He exclaims, pointing to a rubix cube.

I was sincerely impressed. "Only one? I must say, this is a surprise!"

"No, I mean, that's the only one I HAVN'T broke." He smiles.

"Oh." I realize. "Well, I'm still proud of you for not messing with-"

Just before I finish, the cube tips off the edge and divides into individual squares.

"...never mind."

"Aw, common Myka!" He whines. "I mean, look at all this stuff!"

Unbelievable! "You do know you're a grown man, right?" I scold in a sarcastic tone.

No response.

"Common, let's go wait by the exit." I suggest, getting tired of arguing with him. "I'm sure someone will have to realize we're gone soon, and Claud's gonna terminate the program, and we can just-"

I turn around to make sure he's listening, to find the immature boy isn't even following me. Where the hell...

"Peeeete?" I call, here we go again...

Stevie nudged me with his foot, waking me the next day. I guess I fell asleep waiting for someone to let us out.

"Hey, uh, wake up."

"Oh my god FINALLY." I draw out dramatically.

Steve offers his hand and pulls me to my feet.

"Thank you." I huff, fixing my clothing and wiping the floor grime off. "Did Pete already leave?"

"Uhh..." He stands speechless. "I, really don't think so."

He was all of the sudden acting wired. Finally, I turn around to see what he was staring at.

"Oh my god." I sigh hopelessly.

Behind me was an over-view of the Warehouse, which was now a giant zoo, from what it looks.

Giant apes swung from the lighting unit, flocks of birds swooped through the air; the loud roar of cat-like animals could be heard from wall to wall. I think I even saw a dinosaur somewhere in a back corner.

"I swear, I can't leave him alone for five minutes without him causing some sort of catastrophe." I say, dropping my head into my palm.

"Hey did they both get out okay- Whoa!" Claudia muses at the sight of the mess. "What the hell happened here?"

"Pete." Both Steve and I answer simultaneously.

"Wonderful. Well this should be an easy mess to fix." Claudia sighs in her regular sarcastic way.

It took three and a half hours for us just to find the guy, and when we did there was still the matter of fixing the mess he'd created. By the time it was all done, it was the end of the day and none of us got anything accomplished.

Artie was very disappointed with Pete.

"And same goes to you, agent Bering!" He snaps in my direction.

"Me? What did I do?" I cry.

"It was your responsibility to move the artifact to its place BEFORE surveillance. Had you not screwed around beforehand, this entire tragedy could have been prevented."

"Yeah, or you could have just let us out!" Pete argues.

"Not. Another. Word." The agitated man warns.

None of us were up to facing his wrath at this time. We were all exhausted from the events of the day, so it best if we just let it go.

"Because of the repeated incidents resulting in a failure in shelving, I've hired one of Leena's friends to do it for you. Since, no one here seems capable of even entering the room without causing some sort of dispute."

I look down, so do the others.

"So what, you're just gonna have one of her psycho friends in there playing with the artifact? Artie, we don't even know who this guy is! I mean, what if he's dangerous?" Pete complains.

"Correction, YOU don't know who she is. And, if you have any concerns about her, you can bring it up with misses Fredric." He informs.

I wonder if that means the others have already met her. I guess it doesn't matter so much, considering she's technically not part of the team anyway.

"Right, let's talk to the demented hag about-" Pete begins to run his mouth again.

"Ooookay, alright. How about we meet this person before we start judging her, or, saying anything more?" I advise, putting my hand on his chest to stop him from going on.

Pete simply shakes his head and leaves toward the exit. I tried.

"...that's all." Artie finishes and the rest of us disperse.