A/N: I'm super late, and I'm sooooooo sorry! I just fell behind with everything, and I had a massive case of writers block. I'll try to keep my promise that it won't happen again and if it does nag me with a review. So here we go!

"So Pete's a dog?" Artie asked for the third consecutive time.

Sighing Claudia stated, once again, that yes Pete was in fact a canine. "And you didn't tell Myka this why?"

Claud grinned a little maliciously, "Paybacks a bitch."

Artie pinched the bridge of his nose, and heaved an exasperated sigh. Sometimes Claudia could be a very mature adult for her age, but apparently this was not one of those times. "So what have you found out about our missing teacher?"

Claudias face sobered at the mention of the case, "Not much, the bartender says she only came in once every other week, and always with friends. She was the designated driver so she didn't drink, and only danced with the people she came in with."

Arties bushy brows met over his nose as he mulled over what his youngest field agent had discovered. The contemplative look made her think furry caterpillars were crawling across his forehead and had to stifle a giggle. "Whatever just do your job."

"What's the matter grumpy gills?" Claudia asked and once again had to smother a smirk at Arties death glare through the Farnsworth.

"One field agent is at present a dog, his partner is stretched paper thin with this case and you are acting like a toddler on a revenge scheme! What do you think is wrong?!" Artie raved.

Claudia simply waited till the grouch-miester, that was her boss, finished his little rant. "Well, when we have the collars back, and Pete is human again, you can all yell at me to your heart's content. Until then let me have my small revenge on Myka, it's not like it's going to change Pete back anyway."

Arties shoulders sagged and he rubbed his eyes, fighting the massive migraine that only Claudia could give him. "Fine, continue looking for a connection and get the collars. Then change Pete before it's too late."

As Artie's image disappeared Claudia rolled her eyes, there really wasn't anything they could do to help Pete until they had the collars. Now where did that cute bartender go?

Good God, she is taking forever! Pete whined again and pawed at the bathroom door, hoping she heard him this time. But his cries went unanswered; Myka was either ignoring him or couldn't hear him over the shower. Pete badly needed to relieve himself and he couldn't get the sliding door on the small balcony to open. Opposable thumbs would come in real handy right about now. Pete barked at the door and clawed at it with a renewed vigor, only after hearing the water shut off and the metal on metal scrape of the shower curtain being pulled back did he stop scratching the wood. "I'm coming, hold on a second!" Myka called.

Not fast enough woman! Pete actually growled his irritation and thumped the floor with his paws. "What is your deal?" Myka huffed, a towel wrapped around her slim frame.

Pete froze with the scent of lilacs and vanilla flooding his nose. Looking up at his partner he was once again in awe of her beauty, her wet dark hair clung to her damp shoulders, highlighting how pale they were. However a sharp twinge from his bladder halted any more observations on his soaked and gorgeous partner. He bolted to the door and pawed it whining, when she cocked her head in confusion he scratched again and barked. Please understand. he silently begged her with pleading eyes.

However Myka was not anywhere close to dry or dressed and couldn't take the whining dog out yet, but since it was fairly late in the evening she might be able to get away with just her bathrobe on. As she turned away to go back into the bathroom for her robe she felt the towel being ripped from her. Hercules had misunderstood her turning her back on him, and was now latched onto her towel. "Hey! Give me that! Let go you moron, I just have to get dressed. I'll take you out, I promise, just hold on."

Pete stood stiff legged glowering at Myka, the white cloth still clamped in his jaws. When he'd seen her turn away from him, he reacted on an angry instinct to make her understand. Before he knew what he was doing, he had latched onto the terry cloth towel a snarl rising in his throat. Mykas startled blue eyes stared down at him, "Let go Hercules. I promise I will take you out, I just need my bathrobe." She spoke calmly but Pete could smell the twinge of fear souring her lilac and vanilla scent.

Deep regret stabbed through his chest, as he dropped his head in shame, with a light whimper Pete released the towel… or at least he tried to anyway. The fibers of the terry cloth were snagged in his teeth where he had bitten through, and he couldn't let go. With a small shake he tried again to release, to no avail; leaving poor Myka in a demented tug of war. Pete shook harder to get the fabric out from between his teeth but with Myka pulling in the opposite direction it only made things worse. "Hey! Drop it!" Myka yelled yanking the towel.

I'm trying dammit! Pete growled and whipped his head back and forth trying to dislodge the stupid thing. With a loud ripping sound and a squeal the wet towel smacked Pete in the face and covered his head. "You stupid dog!" Myka growled from somewhere in front of him.

Pete snorted and shook the now ruined towel off his head, while Myka emerged from the bathroom wearing her blue robe. "Would you drop that?"

Pete opened his mouth with a whine, showing the frayed fabric tangled in sharp teeth. Myka sighed, now she understood why he had started pulling at her he couldn't have let go. Crouching down in front of the poor dog she gently removed the white cloth. Hercules ran his tongue along the roof of his mouth to get rid of the dryness, with a quick scratch behind his ear Myka stood up and walked to the front door. "Well you coming or what?"

Hercules stared at her for a moment, his eyes wolfish and human all in one, it disturbed her a little. The dog, she noticed, gave her this look often, he seemed to watch her. Almost like… Shaking her head Myka tossed away the thought and opened her door. Hercules bolted toward her with a rough but happy bark, "Alright lets go. Just don't take forever, and don't run off I am not going to run around looking for you in the dark in a bathrobe."

A/N: Gah I officially hate the word towel and I hate how I had to use it practically all chapter long! Ugh… Anyway, I'm not really happy with this chapter, but I made a promise to myself that I would post this before October, and I'm cutting it pretty damn close. I had a serious case of writers block and kind of forgot where this story was going. :( Note to Bubbles if I start to lag behind again feel free to kick my rear in gear, it helps when someone is reminding me that there are people who want to read my stuff. So hopefully sooner than this update I'll see ya round! ;)