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Myka decided to stay. It's been a month since her first day at the warehouse. She had learned a lot in that time. From Pete's annoying but endearing habits, to when Leena was able to read her aura (it took some time getting used to but she got used to it), to when Artie was going to make cookies. Most importantly, she learned that Helena was not an ordinary woman.

In that one month, Myka had only seen Helena once, which was 2 weeks ago. While she and Pete had been assigned their first case, Helena had left to search for an artifact.

When Helena had returned, she didn't look like as happy as she did the first time Myka had seen her, but tried her best to mask it. She placed the Minoan Trident on Artie's desk. They shared a look that Myka didn't understand. A few hours later, Helena was gone again in search of another artifact.

"So, Helena," Pete began as he put down his clipboard.

Today was inventory day. Pete and Myka were stuck going through the warehouse and cataloging some old artifacts from Warehouse 12. By Pete and Myka, it was more likely Myka doing all the work while Pete played with the artifacts.

"What about her?" Myka asked, trying not to be distracted by the mere mention of her. Truth be told, she was surprised that it had taken Pete so long to mention the other woman. She thought he would've jumped on that train long ago, not that she would've cared.

"She must be really good at what she does," Pete finished as he picked up an artifact out of a case. "She literally doesn't wait for Artie to tell her about a ping, nor does he get calls from her too often. She's been gone, how long now?" He began to throw a mantle clock between his hands.

"Two weeks," Myka answered the rhetorical question in a knee jerk reaction. It's not like she had been thinking of the woman that often, but often enough. "I mean, she's probably been working here longer than us, so she's probably picked up some stuff." She checked off another item.

"Yeah, it's just interesting, we have someone else we could talk to about all this stuff, but she's never around," Pete mused as he placed the mantle clock down. "Whoa, Sigmund Freud's Mantle Clock, thank goodness I put it down when I did."

Myka let out a light laugh, remembering it's effects. "We have Artie and Leena to talk to."

"I know but it's not the same I guess because I always see Artie here and Leena at the B&B. I could use some mentoring I guess," Pete shrugged as he picked up another artifact and placed it on the shelf.

"I suppose," Myka said as she picked up an artifact as well. "Maybe we should ask Artie about her? I mean, we know nothing about her. We don't even know her last name." She looked at the artifact in her hands, it was a grappling hook. A very early model of one she hadn't seen before.

"I don't know," Pete shrugged again. He had vibes all the time. Although, he wasn't Leena, he had a good grasp on sensing when things were touchy. Helena had always been a touchy subject that Artie had avoided when Pete first started working. He just wanted to know who this woman was. Because holy, she was attractive, but he wanted answers too. He wanted to be at the warehouse and learning from people worked for him. "Artie's not exactly open with that kind of information."

"Because it isn't his information to share," a voice followed up with an accent that both agents recognized instantly. They turned to see Helena, dressed similarly to the first day they met her, looking tired.

She took off her top hat and both Pete and Myka realized she had something else in her hand. She gracefully strode by them and they'd realize it was a trumpet or horn.

"Welcome back, Helena," Pete greeted awkwardly as Helena ignored them both equally. He gave Myka a stare to say something.

"How was your trip?" Myka asked. Helena placed her hat down on a tag that stated HG Well's Tophat before moving to the shelf near Myka. There the mysteriously quiet woman picked up the artifact in her hand and gingerly place it down on the shelf.

Helena looked sad, Myka came to realize. She had looked much sadder than the previous time that Myka had seen her. The dark hair curtained part of Helena's face but her posture and had been noticeable to both Pete and Myka. Myka looked at the other woman carefully and glanced up at Pete, who shrugged and gave her a look that she should say something else.

"Helena," Myka said softly.

"This is Joshua's Trumpet, it can produce sounds so powerful that it pulverizes anything in its path into dust particles," Helena recited as she clicked at the label to notarize the artifact. "Agents of Warehouse 12 were able to find the artifact but it in fact had not remained in their possession. In 1962, the most relative news was a birdwatcher and couple going missing after having gone to a nearby a crash site on an abandoned farm. It was unusual for the agents of Warehouse 13 at the time because the trumpet had been found and meant to be recovered, but after getting back up, the trumpet had vanished. I tracked down a man, whose father had been the birdwatcher that was killed." Helena finally took a breath before looking at Pete and Myka, who were both curious with her story. "The crash site was a site for a rocket and mistaken for an alien craft. The man had wanted to used the horn to send a signal so far into space that it would allow him to contact the aliens that had killed his father. His use of the trumpet would've killed a baseball stadium full of innocent people."

"But you stopped him right?" Pete asked hopefully, seeing Helena end her story abruptly. He knew the ending, she got the trumpet.

"Yes, I stopped him," the English woman dared to let a small smile fall upon her lips. "Many had died because of his use of the artifact. The sacrifices that he made were minor details to him because he wanted to contact aliens."

"Aliens aren't real though," Pete added. "Right?"

Helena laughed sardonically before crossing her arms. "Alas, there are very many questions that are unanswered, Pete, that shall remain one of them," she answered. She looked over at Myka, whose eyes were studying her deeply. She smiled at them both. "I thought you'd guys would enjoy hearing an adventure of mine, considering this may be the first time that you've seen me in quite some time."

"It has been some time," Myka said softly enough so that only Helena could hear. She fiddled with the grappling hook absentmindedly.

"Yeah, now that you're here, you can help us with inventory!" Pete said with excitement as he picked up another artifact. Realizing that it was a skull, he shuddered and dropped it out of his hands. Luckily, Helena reached for it before it could hit the ground.

"Careful!" Helena almost chastised as she caught the skull in her hands. She rotated it in her hands before looking at it with a smile. "How are you there?" Pete looked at her with confusion. She was talking to a skull. Helena turned to look at him. "This is part of Henry Gray's Skeleton."

"Of Gray's Anatomy?" Myka asked, recognizing the name.

"The one and only," Helena answered cheerfully. Her demeanor changing completely as she ran her thumb against the cheekbone. "It's supposed to be a set, so luckily it wouldn't have become active when falling. It would just be a shame if it broke."

"What does it...do?" Pete asked as he reached for the skull. Helena handed it to him.

"Because of Gray's profound work in the medical field, those who have the complete set are able to use the skeleton to manipulate a living person's anatomy in anyway that they want to. The downside is that you can feel everything the patient is feeling once in contact."

Pete looked surprised yet disgusted at the same time. Surprised that Helena held that knowledge off the top of her head. Disgusted because the effects sounded too painful for his imagination. He looked at the skull and decided this was one artifact he wouldn't play with.

"So, how am I supposed to put this together?" he looked through the boxes for the rest of the skeleton. "I am going to be honest because it's not like I've worked with skeletons in awhile or ever."

Helena smiled. "I will help you," she said enthusiastically. "Just get the rest of the bones unpacked and get me a stand. I can take care of the rest." Pete smiled in return, happy that Helena's expression had changed from the initial one. He thanked her before walking to find a stand for the skeleton.

"He's just going to make you do all the work you know that right?" Myka mused once they were alone.

The dark haired woman merely smiled. "Of course. Don't worry, I am sure he has some other useful skills."

The agent tried to breathe as she stared at Helena. There were so many questions she had. Nothing in particular struck her attention but just little things about Helena she wanted to know: where she was from, how long she's been an agent, what she does on her missions, just anything to know more about her.

"That is HG Wells' Grappling Hook," Helena said with a smile as she reached for the artifact. Myka deftly handed it to her, feeling Helena's hand brush hers. "Quite novel isn't it?" Myka tried to hold back her judgment but it didn't go unnoticed. "What?" Helena looked deeply offended that Myka didn't know what to say.

"It's a bit old fashioned isn't it?" Myka tried with a shrug.

Helena's brows furrowed with indignation as she placed the grappling hook next to the top hat she had placed earlier. "It wasn't at the time it was invented. I am sure you'll find that one day, it will save your life."

Myka smiled as the woman looked much more comfortable after speaking to her and Pete, although vaguely, about her trip. She had just hoped that Helena would be around more often for that to occur. As the woman turned to look at her, Myka could feel her heart swell in her chest. They hadn't talked about the first day but Myka knew that Helena was ready whenever she was. Myka had only hoped, she could pluck up the courage soon.

The next few hours were full of work with the help of Helena. Both Myka and Pete were supremely impressed by the extensive knowledge of Warehouse 12 artifacts that Helena revealed. It had made the cataloguing much easier whenever Helena told them what each of the artifacts were and what they did. Pete would always throw a look at Myka, knowing that Helena's knowledge was in competition of Myka's eidetic memory.

Pete had run up to the main room when Artie had told them he just baked cookies.

"Good god," Helena murmured as Pete ran down the aisles. "This cannot sit next to Freud's Mantle Clock, Jung would have a fit even beyond the grave." She picked up the dreamcatcher that belonged to Carl Jung. "I am so sorry, sweetie, they're new. I'll rearrange it I promise." She gingerly began moving it further down the aisle. "I could never tell who I liked more, you or Freud."

Myka watched as Helena talked to the artifact and the warehouse. Myka had thought she heard Helena speaking to it.

"Do you do that all the time?" she decided to ask as she followed the English woman down the aisle.

"There you go love, much better." The dark haired woman put down the dreamcatcher and looked up at the ceiling. "Is that better?" The light seemingly flickered in response causing Myka to stop mid step. The light went back to normal and Helena smiled up. "I am glad you like it."

Myka looked at the other woman's smile and just like that, Myka's heart softened. The smile was the first smile she saw that meant something to her. All the wonders that the warehouse could offer was written in Helena's smile.

"The warehouse, she's alive," Helena said as she gently touched the shelves. It was gentle caress that Helena used on all the items in the warehouse. She treated everything as if it was alive.

Myka gave a look of confusion. "How can it be alive?"

"The warehouse speaks to me," was the most cryptic answer that Myka received.

Nothing more was said but the look on Helena's face said that in due time, Myka will find out for herself.

"Come on, Mr. Lattimer's affection for cookies might not leave you any at all," Helena said as she grabbed onto Myka's hand at led her back to the main room.

Myka looked at their hands as they made their way. Again, it was as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She felt her heart pound in her chest unnaturally. She really didn't want to press the issue but she really wanted to know why she was so...attracted to Helena. Something connected them.

Helena stopped walking and turned to face Myka abruptly. "Your hand just clenched mine," she said as she stared into Myka's eyes. "You have questions."

The agent's eyes widened.

"We need not dance around the subject, darling," she continued as she dropped Myka's hand. Myka tried not looking in her eyes but that didn't stop her. "You've been wanting to say something to me since I arrived."

Myka bit her bottom lip, trying to decide what she should do. Again, she couldn't bring herself to say anything, not yet. Not while they were in the warehouse, especially if she was alive. Myka grabbed Helena's hands and threw them around her waist before placing her arms around Helena's shoulder. A hug. A very intimate one at that. Helena's hands remained stiff at her waist. "I don't know why," Myka whispered, "but I'm glad you're back." She shut her eyes and took in Helena's scent: lavender with a touch of rose. An elegant smell that was perfect for Helena.

Helena smiled as Myka buried her face into her shoulder. She slipped her hands slowly around Myka before running them up and down her back. "I must let you know, I am not one to stay idled for too long. I am British," Helena attempted to joke. And Myka laughed.