My first story. This is just a teaser to see if anyone likes it. I'll be doing my own episodes set during seasons two and three if this works out. Hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Warehouse 13 or anything associated with it, though I wish I did. All credit to the original creators.

Set between episodes 2.4 and 2.5

Musee Rodin, Paris, France.

Everything was silent. It usually was at half eleven. Even the janitor was packing up for the night. But the curator still had work to do if everything was going to be ready for the new unveiling tomorrow. He'd been working for hours to organise it, nothing was allowed to go wrong this time. Not after the incident with The Kiss. Christ, that had been a disaster.

He was suddenly broken from his reminiscing By the sound of the front door closing. A moment of panic before realising it was just the janitor leaving. The curator sighed and got up. He needed sleep, and after triple checking the plans it was clear everything was taken care of. Just as he reached the door handle he stopped, car keys already in hand. Something had definitely slammed in the distance. It was loud and grating, like someone dragging a block of stone. Surely no-one could be trying to steal one of their heavy statues, could they?

Still, he was obliged to check. The sound had seemed to come from the back room, so he made his way towards it. As he moved, he noticed himself sweating. Not because of fear, he carried a taser on him at all times in case of this, but because it suddenly seemed to have gotten much, much warmer. In fact, as he got closer, there was a noticeable flickering going on behind one of the exhibit doors. Fearing the worst, he hesitantly opened the door. The heat was unbearable, and seeing it's source, he screamed out loud.

The next morning, the receptionist got in to find the museum still unlocked. That was odd, the curator was usually in by seven, and it was only 6:20. Walking over to her desk, she called out, but got no reply. Even more odd. The door to his office was open, but he wasn't in. Deciding to look around for him, she noticed one of the exhibits was open. Even before she walked in she knew something was wrong. There was a burnt smell in the air. When she saw him, she could only scream.

Hope you liked it. Imaginary prizes to anyone who can guess what the artefact is :D