"Hey, Mykes, you okay?" Pete asked after the party.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" She replied. Myka's tone was full of annoyance.

"You looked kind of sad before the party," Pete told her.

"Well, I wasn't sad. I was thinking," Myka snapped at him. He felt like she hated him for no reason.

"Oh, sorry. Good night," Pete said and dropped the conversation.

"Okay, I'm sorry," Myka said. She opened her mouth to say something else, but her phone rang before she had the chance to speak. Pete said goodnight and that he would talk to her later, so she could answer her phone. As he walked away he saw Myka make a face, so he assumed she didn't know the number. She answered it anyways.

"Hello?

"Why, hello, Ms. Bering," a low mysterious voice said. "Cutting to the chase, I have an offer for you. Meet me to discuss at 7:30 in Univille. Sit anywhere."

"What kind of offer is this?"

"You'll find out when you get there." The man on the other end hung up. Myka turned her phone off and went to bed so she would have some sleep before the meeting she was hesitant about going to.

Morning

"Hey, where's Myka?" Artie asked Pete when Pete came downstairs.

"I dunno," Pete said, grabbing a donut from the plate on the table. "She got a phone call last night but I went to bed, so… Hey, Claud, best your highscore," Pete said, waving the handheld game in her face.

"Dude, seriously?" Claudia said. She snatched it from him and turned it on to work on beating him again.

"Pete, read this. Then go change," Artie commanded.

"What's wrong with-"

"Read it. Then you'll understand," Artie interrupted. He shooed Pete away. As Pete headed upstairs, Myka snuck in the front door.

"Hey, Mykes, where were you?" he asked.

"I was…. Uhh…. Doing things," Myka replied hesitantly.

"Well, you better go talk to Artie. He needs to give you the case files." Pete went up the last few stairs and headed into his room. Myka nodded and headed into the dining room.

"Myka, where were you?" Artie asked when he saw her. "You're late."

"I'm sorry," Myka said. Her curly hair flopped when she shook her head. Artie looked like he was waiting for something. "What?"

"Where were you?"

"In Univille."

"Doing what?" Artie asked. He was starting to get nosy.

"Things."

"What things?" Artie said demandingly.

"Why do you even care?" Myka asked. She didn't want him prying around in her free time.

"Because someone has the warehouse in their sights again," Artie said to her in a yelling kind of tone.

"So? Someone always does." Myka needed to look at her case files and get ready to head out.

"They were looking at our files" Artie snapped at her.

"Hey, guys, just a little request here, but could you please shut up?" Claudia said to them. She was trying to concentrate on beating Pete's score. Artie handed Myka the case files she needed and pointed to the stairs. She went to her room and read the files.

"We should be wedding crashers more often," Pete said.

"Why?" Myka asked. She hated to admit it, but she liked how Pete looked in his Tux.

"So we can eat wedding cake," Pete told her. So it was always about the food. Myka just laughed and let him drive for once. It was only 30 miles away, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem.

To blend in, Pete had taken a one of the free cigarettes that were being handed out at the door. He lit it, wishing he didn't, but made sure he stayed away from the alcohol. Myka didn't know who anyone was, so she just hung around Pete. They looked like a couple.

"So, what is this artifact supposed to be?" Myka asked.

"No idea," Pete said, letting out another puff of smoke. Myka breathed in the foul smelling air and felt like she needed to cough. She didn't want to because she thought Pete would think lowly of her. After a few minutes of constant inhalation, she started to feel funny. Something kept her mind on one subject: Pete. And for some odd reason, she kept sneaking a peek at him. Music started playing, and she knew they had to blend in, so she pulled him onto the dance floor, cigarette in hand. Myka grabbed his tie and pulled him in close to her face, only centimeters apart.

"What's gotten into you, Mykes?" Pete asked her while they were on the dance floor.

"Nothing," she replied with a smug smile.

After another hour of dancing, Pete and Myka decided to leave. The artifact was nowhere to be found. When they got to their hotel room, Myka shoved Pete onto the bed and crawled on top of him. As she started to kiss him, his cell phone started to ring.

"I gotta get this," Pete said, unsure of what was going on. He pulled it out of his pocket.

"They can wait," Myka said, sliding the phone out of his hand. Without looking, as she kissed Pete, she started to unbutton his shirt. When she got about ¼ unbuttoned, they were… interrupted.

"Myka, what're you doing?" Artie asked. Claudia was standing next to him, but she was turned around. Myka hopped off of Pete immediately.

"Uhh...," Myka started. She didn't know what was going on.

"Pete, what's going on?" Artie asked hoping to get a straight answer. Pete stood up.

"I'll explain later…" He exhaled and put his hands in his pocket. Artie looked at Myka.

"Go. Now. Back to Leena's." Artie's face was red. "You're suspended until further notice."