Title: Anatomy 13 [3/?]
Author: ismellapplesx3
Fandoms: Warehouse 13/Grey's Anatomy
Pairings: Myka/Helena, Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: The Warehouse crew gets a ping from Seattle. Seattle Grace-Mercy West Hospital, that is. Myka and Helena are sent to check things out and meet Callie and Arizona. Canon through Vendetta (Warehouse 13) and White Wedding (Grey's Anatomy). After those episodes, this story deviates from canon.
Disclaimer: Warehouse 13 and its characters belong to SyFy and the creators/writers. I do not own any of them, unfortunately. This is for entertainment purposes ONLY. Not for profit in any way.
Author's Note: Holy crap, you guys! Between the last INSANELY BUSY last few weeks at work (the end of the school year is a hectic one for us at work-yikes!) and family issues (my uncle recently passed away and it's taken a huge toll on my fam), I completely forgot about this. I am so sorry! Forgive me? Please?
Myka and Helena met up in the lobby of the hospital, their further investigations proving futile. Myka had talked to the head of security while Helena had talked to a few other doctors and nurses assigned to each patient. Neither had any luck ascertaining any new information.
"I suppose we should call it a night," Myka said, noting that darkness had fallen outside. Her stomach rumbled in protest, having not been fed since breakfast that morning.
Helena grinned. "I hear your stomach agreeing with you," she said, indicating Myka's flat tummy with her hand. She purposefully allowed her fingertips to briefly brush across the fabric of Myka's blouse and the firmness underneath. Myka's breath caught slightly, her cheeks flushing at the touch, however innocent it was. Myka knew it wasn't innocent. And neither did either of the two surgeons that had just stepped off the elevator across the large, open area.
Callie smirked as she looked over at her wife. "Told you they had the hots for one another."
Arizona studied the two agents standing near the door, remembering her earlier conversation with the taller of the two. And after what they'd just witnessed, she knew Callie was right. A playful smile appeared on her lips. "Feel like playing matchmaker?" she asked gleefully.
"Way ahead of you," Callie responded. "Joe's?"
Arizona grinned and nodded. It was Mark's night with Sofia, so he'd already taken her home. It was the perfect opportunity. They made their way over to the Secret Service agents, on a mission.
Myka was about to say something when she noted movement in her peripheral vision. She looked over to see the two surgeons, dressed in street clothes, approaching them.
"Good evening, agents," Callie said in greeting. "Any luck on your… case?"
"Afraid not," Helena answered for them. "It appears we shall need to return to the hospital tomorrow to further investigate."
"Are you ever going to tell us what exactly it is you're looking for?" Arizona asked, hoping for but not really expecting a straight answer this time.
Myka and Helena shared a look. "We're not at liberty to say," Myka responded. "I'm sorry."
"I figured as much," Arizona said with a slight smile. "We were just about to head across the street for a drink. Would you like to join us?"
Myka and Helena exchanged a quick look. "Do they serve food?" Helena asked, thinking about Myka's rumbling stomach and her own that was also making it's hunger known.
"Burgers, wings, sandwiches," Callie listed. "Simple things like that. I think they serve food until 9." It was only 7:30.
Myka's stomach growled again at the thought of a juicy burger. She was so hungry that the unhealthy food that usually made her turn up her nose sounded glorious. "Sold," she responded quickly.
Ten minutes later found the four women settled in a booth in the low-key bar, waiting on their orders.
"Where's Sofia?" Myka asked Arizona, wondering what had happened to the child.
"She's with her father," Arizona responded. "It's a long story," she continued at Myka's look of confusion. But she smiled, so Myka dropped the subject.
"So, what's it like to work for the Secret Service?" Callie asked. "Have you actually met the president?"
Myka chuckled. "I have," she responded. "When I was D.C. I even saved his life once," she continued as she remembered the night she'd first been approached by Mrs. Frederic and the Aztec Blood Stone that had caused all the mayhem.
"So, you're not from D.C., then?" Arizona questioned, intrigued.
"South Dakota," Helena answered with a grin. She loved seeing the look of disbelief cross people's faces when they heard the state's name.
"South Dakota?" Arizona said. "What the heck is in South Dakota?"
Myka smiled. "You'd be surprised, but-"
"Let me guess," Callie interrupted with a smile. "You can't tell us?"
Myka grinned and shrugged. "Government business."
A waitress came by with their food then, effectively ending their current conversation. Myka groaned when she bit into the grilled chicken sandwich she'd ordered. It was nothing special, just a piece of grilled chicken, some lettuce, tomato and Swiss cheese on a wheat bun, but it tasted amazing to her empty stomach. Helena was likewise enjoying her own meal, having just gone with what Myka had ordered, trusting her to know what was likely to be the least full of 21st century grease.
Myka, now that her hunger was starting to ebb, looked more carefully around the bar, studying it's occupants. She noticed a lot of familiar faces-faces she'd seen in the hospital across the street. "I take it this place is popular with the hospital staff?" she inquired.
Callie nodded. "It's the perfect place to unwind after a long shift. And everybody loves Joe, the owner." She smiled, seeing an opportunity to put her and Arizona's plan in play. "This is also where we met for the first time," she said, casting a sly grin at her wife.
"Here?" Myka asked. "Not at the hospital?"
Arizona shook her head. "Our paths didn't really cross at the hospital," she said. "I'd only been there a few months and was a peds attending."
"And I was still an ortho resident," Callie finished. "I'd never even seen her before the night we met here. Though, to be honest, I was too busy wallowing in self pity over a failed relationship to really notice anyone."
Both Myka and Helena were already riveted by the story. Myka would never admit it to anyone-especially not to Pete-but she was a huge sap for a good love story. Many a time, she'd fallen victim to some horribly cheesy romance novel. And Helena, well, there was really no reason for her to add that bit of a romantic nature to some of her novels, but she did because, just like Myka, she enjoyed a good love story.
"I, on the other hand, had heard all about Dr. Torres and her torrid love affair gone bad with one of the other surgeons," Arizona supplied. Callie snorted and rolled her eyes, but didn't add anything else. Arizona glanced at her with a grin, then turned back to face the agents. "But everyone seemed to have only good things to say about the promising young surgeon."
Myka could barely hold back her grin at the blush that spread across Callie's cheeks as she dismissively mumbled something unintelligible. Arizona ignored her and continued. "Anyway, I saw her one night sitting at the bar looking really down and I decided to get up the courage to talk to her. After a couple glasses of wine, I finally go up the nerve. I followed her into the bathroom, told her that people around the hospital really like her and then I kissed her."
"You just… kissed her?" Myka asked, half in disbelief, half in awe.
"She did," Callie confirmed. "Out of nowhere. Completely caught me off guard, too. The she just smiled and walked out. I was an instant goner."
"So, you began courting one another then?" Helena asked.
"Well," Arizona hedged slightly, looking sheepishly at her wife, who gave her a 'go ahead' look. "Not exactly. Things were, um, a bit rocky at first."
Callie scoffed. "Rocky? You turned me down when I asked you to dinner because I'd only had one relationship with a woman before. You called me a 'newborn.'" Callie's smug grin betrayed any hard feelings that she may have had.
Arizona shrugged. "I changed my mind, didn't I?" she pouted, glancing up at her wife with the puppy dog eyes expression that she knew she couldn't resist.
Callie couldn't resist taking the opportunity to kiss Arizona softly. "I suppose," she said softly as she pulled away, and Arizona knew that look, the look she was giving her now, it was her 'you can make it up to me later when we're alone' look. Arizona had to shift slightly in her seat as she returned her attention to the agents sitting across the table. She almost couldn't contain her laugh at the looks on their faces. Myka's was one of yearning-yearning to find what the two doctors shared-while Helena's was one of determination as she discreetly kept casting longing glances towards the other agent.
"Well, you seem happy now," Myka finally said with a smile.
"We are," Callie said. "I mean, it's not like we haven't had our share of rough patches, very rough patches, but we managed to work things out because we love one another." Arizona could practically see the wheels turning in each of the agents' heads, causing her smile to grow even wider. She devised a plan in her head.
The conversation turned to other topics, like what made Myka and Helena join the Secret Service-Myka had to interject on Helena's behalf when she briefly hesitated in answering this-and other inconsequential things. Finally, after about an hour of small talk, the four women decided to call it a night. They paid the bill and stood.
"I'm going to run to the ladies room before we head back to the hotel," Myka told Helena, who nodded. Myka returned her attention to Callie and Arizona. "It was really nice chatting with you. Thanks for inviting us out."
"Of course!" Arizona said cheerfully. "I imagine you two will be around the hospital tomorrow?"
"Most likely," Myka said with a grin, then made her way across the bar towards the bathrooms.
Helena didn't even realize that she was watching Myka retreat until she'd disappeared into the room and returned her attention to the happily married couple, who each wore amused expressions. "What?" Helena quipped.
Arizona grinned. "You know, I always wondered what would have happened if I hadn't followed Callie into that bathroom that night. I don't like to think about how my life could be completely different were it not for that night. But I followed my heart, and I haven't ever regretted it since."
Helena studied the blonde carefully, taking in her words. She glanced at the closed bathroom door, then back to the couple, then back to the door, debating internally. Callie smiled, then grabbed her wife's hand. "Good night, Helena," she said.
"Good night," Helena responded, still staring at the door.
Arizona pouted as Callie dragged her out of the bar. "I wanted to stay and see if she followed her!" she protested.
Callie laughed and glanced around. Noting the empty street, she pressed Arizona up against the brick wall, pressing a toned thigh between her wife's. "You already know she's going to follow her," Callie said in a low voice in Arizona's ear, sending shivers down Arizona's spine. "Now, do you want to wait and see what happens with them? Or…" She pressed a hot, wet kiss to the soft skin just below Arizona's ear. "…would you rather we hurry home? Sofia's with Mark all night."
Arizona pushed roughly against Callie as she simultaneously gripped her arm, pulling her towards their building. She was never more thankful to live so close to the hospital and Joe's.
xoxoxoxox
Back in the bar, Helena hesitated only seconds more after the doctors left. Mind made up, she stalked quickly to the door, hoping that Myka was the only in there. If she weren't alone, she'd just have to pretend that she, too, needed the ladies room before they left. Oh, please allow her to be alone! Helena thought to herself.
Myka stood beside the paper towel dispenser when Helena entered. And it appeared, thank goodness, that Myka was alone. Myka looked up, surprised to see Helena standing just inside the door. Helena swallowed in attempt to moisten her suddenly dry mouth and throat. She cursed Myka in that moment; she was the only woman-the only person-to ever make her so nervous to make a move.
"Is something wrong?" Myka asked, noting how Helena was just standing there, unmoving.
"No," Helena replied. "Everything's… perfect." She moved so that she stood directly in from of Myka, who sucked in a quick breath at Helena's sudden movement and subsequent proximity to herself.
"Wha—what are you doing?" Myka asked, voice higher in pitch than usualwhen Helena placed her hands upon Myka's shoulders.
"Following my heart for once," Helena replied just before she closed the distance between them and crushed her lips against Myka's startled ones. Myka gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. But it wasn't long before her surprise ebbed and her desire roared to life. H.G. Wells-Helena-was kissing her!
All of Myka's previous arguments against getting involved dissolved in an instant. All she could think about was Helena's lips upon her own. She relaxed into the kiss, allowing her hands to settle on the other woman's waist, clenching the fabric of her sheer button down shirt in her fingers.
Helena's anxiety disappeared when she felt Myka relax into the kiss. She closed the rest of the distance between them as she pressed Myka back into the door. Myka whimpered softly, holding Helena against her. Helena's tongue had just peaked out to brush across Myka's lips when a sudden force pushed against Myka's back.
"Oh!" Myka startled, realizing that someone was attempting to enter the restroom. She felt her cheeks burn as Helena stepped back, Myka following to allow the intruder to enter.
A short black woman entered, gave them one disapproving look, and shook her head. "Doesn't anyone know how to get a freaking room?" Dr. Miranda Bailey muttered.
Myka cast her gaze downward, Helena just looked smug. "Our apologies," Helena said, grabbing Myka's hand and dragging her out of the bathroom and towards the bar's exit. Once outside, Myka stopped, tugging on Helena's hand to get her to do the same. Helena turned to face her. Myka kept her eyes averted, cheeks still burning as she searched for the right words. She couldn't figure out her emotions. She didn't regret what had just happened, but she also wasn't completely sure how she felt about it just yet.
Helena knew exactly what was going through Myka's head. She reached out and cupped one of Myka's cheeks, forcing her to look at her. "It's okay," she said softly. "You don't have to say anything just now. Let's just go to the hotel, get some sleep, then tomorrow we'll get back to the mission."
Myka searched Helena's expression, looking for disappointment, but only found understanding and patience. She offered a small smile, then nodded. She needed a good night's sleep to think this over.
xoxoxoxox
"It has to be either a staff member or someone dressing as a staff member." It was nearing mid-morning. The two agents had been at the hospital bright and early the morning following their kiss at Joe's. Neither had mentioned the kiss that night, nor the following morning. Myka decided to focus on solving this case and getting back to Univille before making any decisions.
Myka nodded in agreement at Helena's declaration. "I want to check out the boy's grandfather," Myka added. She's already gotten his name and address from Artie. Artie had then said he'd do some more digging.
Helena nodded and they left the hospital to head to the address. It was close, only about a 10 minute drive. The door to the average sized split level house opened quickly at Myka's firm knock, revealing an elderly man, perhaps in his early 70's or so. Though elderly, he still appeared to be physically strong and mentally sound.
"Are you John Harper?" Myka inquired.
The man nodded. "I am," he said. "And you are?"
"Agent Myka Bering, Secret Service," Myka said, holding out her hand. "And this is my partner, Agent Helena Wells."
The man regarded them with cautious eyes. "And what can I do for the Secret Service?" he asked.
"We just have a few questions for you," Helena said. "About your grandson."
"Nathan Harper," Myka supplied.
He gave them a weary look.
"It'll only take a few moments, Mr. Harper," Myka assured him.
He gave a slight nod and stepped aside, allowing them to enter. Myka and Helena settled on a couch in the living room, the man on another couch across from the low coffee table. "So, what do you want to know?" the man asked.
"Have you ever seen this man?" Myka asked, handing him the photo of Kevin Mathers that had been in the case file.
John Harper took the photo and studied it. "Sure," he said, voice calm as he spoke. But Myka heard the note of rage underneath as he continued. "He was the son of a bitch that killed the Thompson boy," he said. "His pictured was plastered all over the news." He handed the photo back to Myka.
"Have you seen him recently, Mr. Harper?" Helena asked.
"No," he said shortly.
Myka wondered about his abrupt reply, but left it alone for the time being. "What is it you do for a living, Mr. Harper?"
"I'm retired," he supplied.
"From?" Myka further inquired.
He eyed them carefully. "I was a Pulmonologist," he said slowly. "In Houston. I moved here to Seattle when I retired to be closer to my family."
Myka nodded at the new information, forming a theory in her head. One glance at Helena told her that she was forming the same theory. She leaned in slightly. "Did you happen to know the boy that Mr. Mathers killed?" she asked.
Something on the large bookshelf in the corner caught Helena's eye and she stood, walking over to the built-in unit that housed hundreds of medical books, novels, framed photographs, and various knickknacks.
"Can't say I did," he answered as he eyed Helena carefully. Neither Myka nor Helena believed him.
Helena picked up one of the framed photographs and studied it. It was a photo of the young boy, Nathan, and Mr. Harper looking very happy at an amusement park. "You really love your grandson, Mr. Harper, don't you?"
"Of course I do," he answered. Both women heard the nervousness in his voice. Myka carefully unlatched the leather strap that secured her gun without him noticing her movements. Just in case.
Helena replaced the photo and turned her attention to the item that had originally caught her eye. She turned to look at Mr. Harper as she fished a purple glove out of her pocket. "Where did you get this?" she asked, pointing to a wooden tube, about a foot in length with a diameter of about two inches. It was on a specially designed stand, a glass dome covering the entire thing.
Myka studied his expression carefully, noting the quick movement of his eyes, the way he constantly had to wet his lips, the flaring of his nostrils. He was definitely nervous. Helena must be on to something. Myka stood and joined Helena, deliberately placing her hands on her hips in a way that showcased her gun. Mr. Harper swallowed hard.
"It was a gift," he said. "From a former colleague."
"A gift," Helena repeated. "It looks an awful lot like the invention of a young René Leannec." She turned to Myka. "He was a French physician in the early 19th century. He was said to have invented the first stethoscope." She lifted the glass dome and carefully picked up the wooden tube. "And it looked a lot like this instrument."
It was a good thing Myka was alert and prepared, because in the blink of an eye, Mr. Harper had stood and darted out of the room, towards the back of the house. Myka took off after him, drawing her gun as she chased after him. She followed him through the back door of the large house and he disappeared around the corner of the house, towards the front.
Myka carefully rounded the corner, gun still drawn as she searched for the man. He was nowhere to be seen. She made her way slowly to the front, alert. She grinned when the sudden sound of a tesla being fired sounded. She walked to the front of the house and smiled at the sight of an unconscious Mr. Harper, Helena standing over him with her tesla still drawn.
Helena had been expecting the man to bolt any second and had immediately bagged the artifact, then gone to the front door as Myka had followed him out of the room. She'd noticed the high fence and knew he'd need to come around the front in order to attempt a getaway. And she'd been right. As soon as she'd seen him dart around the corner, she'd drawn her tesla and pulled the trigger, rendering him unconscious. She returned Myka's smile.
"I'll bet you anything that Mr. Harper here is in possession of a magic stethoscope that transfers illness," Myka ventured, putting her gun back in it's holster on her hip and making her way towards Helena.
"That would be a silly bet to take you up on, Agent Bering," Helena said, grinning. She held up the silver bag holding the artifact. "This is definitely the artifact. It gave off a great deal of sparks when I bagged the object."
"We need to get back to the hospital," Myka said, a sudden though occurring to her.
Helena noticed her anxiety. "What is it?"
"The stethoscope transferred the tumor from the boy to the murderer, right?"
Helena caught on. "What if bagging it undid the illness transfer?" she finished, feeling her own stomach clench in worry. They both took off for the car. On the way, Helena used the Farnsworth to tell Artie they'd bagged the artifact, then voiced their concerns. He had no idea if that would undo the transfer or not.
Back at the hospital, they made their way to the peds floor in search of Arizona. They were in luck and found her standing at the nurses' station just inside the doors to the peds wing. She smiled when she saw them. "Agents," she said. "Back for another day of investigations?"
Myka smiled. "We're done, actually. We got what we came for. But we wanted to suggest that you run another series of tests on Nathan."
Arizona quirked her head to the side. "Why?"
"It's rather difficult to explain," Helena said. She and Myka shared a look.
"Look, we don't know for sure what's going to happen," Myka finally said. "He may be completely fine, but… he may not be. Just do us a favor and check?"
Arizona nodded, trusting the agents. "Sure," she said, then turned to a nearby resident. "Karev, order another series of scans for Nathan." The resident nodded and did as he was told. "Is there anything else I should know about?"
Myka shook her head. "Not that I can think of. Thanks again for last night. We had fun. It's not often we can get out like that."
Arizona gave them a beaming smile, wondering if there was more to it than that, but she kept quiet. She gave them three weeks. "It's always nice to meet new awesome people."
Myka and Helena smiled and nodded. "We need to be getting to the airport now," Myka said. "South Dakota awaits. Tell Callie we said good bye."
"I will," Arizona said.
"And do me a favor," Myka continued as she pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote down her cell phone number, then handed the paper to Arizona. "Let me know what you find out about Nathan? Good or bad news."
"Of course," Arizona said, slipping the paper in the pocket of her lab coat. They said their goodbyes, and the two agents left for the airport, both eager to get back to the Warehouse. They had a lot to discuss.
So, am I forgiven?
