Okay guys because I'm loving this story so much and I know that y'all are two I'll post an extra chapter this weekend. And yes, I'll post another tomorrow if I can get away from the PILE of homework I have. Enjoy!
"Hey Artie, can we talk?" When I saw him alone I peaked my head in his makeshift office that was in the dining room. He jumped and turned towards me.
"What? Oh, Myka it's you." He put down the file folder and gave me his full attention. "How are you holding up? We haven't had any leads about the warehouse yet."
"I was wondering if I could take a little time off." I couldn't tell him the truth. He'd think I was crazy. And get more grumpy then normal since it was apparently an artifact that saved Helena. Artie studied me a moment. "I'll come back. I promise."
"Where are you going?" Thankfully before I could answer, Artie got a call on the Farnsworrth. "Yeah you can go. Have Pete, Claudia, and Steve come when you see them." I nodded and headed upstairs. As I walked to my room I told Pete to round up the troops.
"Where are you going Mykes?" I leaned against my door trying to think of an excuse.
"I'm just going to take some time to think. I'm coming back Pete. I'm not leaving you. I swear. I'm just going to clear my head." I knew he was getting a vibe. Pete didn't say a word but he just wrapped me in a hug. He was like my brother; my immature little brother who was taller than me.
"Be careful Mykes." He looked me over for a few seconds before turning around.
"I will Pete. If it helps any I'll call when I land and get a place to stay."
"You better!" I opened the door to my room and threw my suitcase on my bed. As I packed my clothes I thought of where H.G. could be. I knew it had to be in London or Paris. I'd check her home first and then go to the summer home in Paris where she let Christina stay. Christina…my hand clenched the locket that was still around my neck. Taking it off for a moment, I was pleasantly surprised when I opened it to find a picture of us on the opposite side of Christina's picture.
"Are you leaving for long?" I jumped when Lena spoke.
"You're getting good at sneaking around you know." I continued to pack while she walked in.
"Not really. I knocked but you were lost in thought. Where are you going?"
"I'm just going to clear my head for awhile. I'll be back though. I just.."
"You're going to go visit H.G.'s home aren't you?" I gave Lena a sad smile. "Take as long as you need. We can hold down the fort here." I thanked her and headed out the door. Luckily I was able to find a plane to London that left in a few hours. As I waited to board the plane, I rented a hotel room. By the time I was there it would be night time and everything would be closed. Maybe I could go to Helena's house and see if she was there. Luckily I had a window seat when I boarded so I could maybe get some sleep.
"I'm glad you're coming for me. I was worried you wouldn't." I turned to see Helena sitting on a bench. I wasn't sure where we were but I went to sit beside her.
"Why would I not come find you? You understand me better than anyone." She laughed at my statement.
"Yes, it seems I understand you better than anyone else and you know me better than anyone else. That's why we made such an amazing team. It was one reason why we got along so well." Her voice was smooth and calming as always. I loved hearing her speak. She had a silky voice that would make you listen.
"We do make a great team. I'm going to your home in London. Where are you?" When I looked over she was watching me.
"I see where I'm buried. I must be…"
I was shaken awake by turbulence as we were in the air. I must have fallen asleep after we took off. Damn I was so close to an idea where she was. The last words Helena said sounds like she's in a graveyard or something. I know that people who don't know the truth about H.G. thinks that "he" is buried at the Golders Green Crematorium in London. Maybe she's there.
When I landed and got to my hotel it was the middle of the night. Everything was closed and I wasn't able to get rest on the plane so I decided to get some sleep. Maybe Helena would come to me in my dreams again. I woke up the next morning with no dreams. Before I went to H.G.'s home I looked up the address for the crematorium.
