Title: Off Kilter

author: Cindy Ryan

category: alternate universe/storyline

Three days after Myka and Pete had felt the baby move Myka had almost convinced herself that things were normal. Well as normal as Warehouse life was. She hadn't had any dreams and there hadn't been any more sleep walking. Myka should've known better.

That night she woke up alone on a dark two lane road miles from anything. She was in her pjs and barefoot. It was raining and the wind was picking up. There was only a crescent moon not enough light to see by. Myka desperately felt her pockets praying that her sleep walking self had grabbed her cell phone or a Farnsworth; no luck. She fought down panic. Worry and stress would do no good. Yet Myka found she couldn't help it. All she could see was darkness and rain. The wind whipped at her hair. Myka had no idea where she was.

A strong vibe shook Pete out of a dead sleep. Problem was he was on an airplane somewhere over Idaho. He and Paulin had spent the last two days in a small town north of Boise. They'd successfully retrieved the artifact and were headed home. This vibe was so strong Pete hadn't felt anything close to this scale. His heart was racing, his breathing labored and his skin felt clammy. Next to him Matt stirred in his seat blinking sleepily at his partner. Then became instantly alert when he saw Pete's face.

"What is it?"Paulin asked anxiously.

"Vibe."Pete bit out.

"The plane?"Matt inquired nervously glancing around at the half full cabin of sleeping passengers.

Pete shook his head. This vibe was about Myka and he was too damn far away to do anything. He grabbed the Farnsworth and opened it. The screen clicked on, filled with static and then shut down. Pete swore glancing out the plane's window and saw rain pelting the windows.

"Lattimer?"Paulin called. "Talk to me what's wrong?"

"Myka."Pete replied through clenched teeth as he vaulted to his feet.

Taking out his badge Pete ran for the cockpit. He might not be able to make the plane faster but he was going to commandeer the radio. He had to get a hold of Artie or Mrs. Fredrics. Pete needed to know Myka and the baby were alright. He had a sinking feeling that no matter what action he took; it'd be too late.

Artie had gone to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Sometimes toast and hot tea helped him sleep. Now at the top of the stairs of the B&B Artie was headed back to his room. He stepped in turned towards the nightstand and nearly dropped the tea cup. Mrs. Fredrics was standing by the window. He saw her reflection in the mirror as he had leaned down to put the plate on the nightstand and straightened. The mirror was above a small dresser near the nightstand. Trying to catch his breath Artie placed his free hand on his chest.

"I really wish you wouldn't..."Artie began.

"I just had a call from Pete via air traffic control."Mrs Fredrics interrupted grimly.

"How did he; never mind...what's going on?"Artie asked worriedly setting down the teacup on the nightstand.

"Agent Lattimer had a vibe about Agent Bering."Mrs Fredrics explained as she moved away from the window. "I have confirmed his suspicions. Myka is no longer at the B&B or on the grounds. All vehicles are accounted for."

"Oh no."Artie said softly.

"Now are you going to tell me about her dreams and sleepwalking?"Mrs. Fredrics asked. "I have a search started.

Artie nodded and began to tell about Leena's theory of Myka's aura and what had been happening to his agent.

Pete paced the plane up and down the aisle. Getting a hold of Mrs Fredrics hadn't eased his worry. A flight attendant approached him.

"Agent Lattimer there's a radio call for you."The blonde informed.

Pete nearly dove into the cockpit. The co-pilot handed him the radio mik.

"This is Agent Lattimer."Pete stated.

"Pete, it's Artie."Nelson's familiar voice replied. "I just wanted you to know we have everything under control here. Mrs. Fredrics is..."

"Myka's missing; isn't she?"Pete demanded his voice tight.

"Yes, we've confirmed she's not in any of the normal places."Artie replied grimly. "Mrs. Fredrics is coordinating the search."

Ignoring the curious looks from the pilot and co-pilot Pete spoke into the radio.

"You have to find her, Artie."Pete pleaded. "Something's wrong, really wrong."

"I know, Pete."Artie acknowledged softly. "We're doing everything we can. I'll update you as soon as I have out."

Still gripping the mik Pete stared out the plane's windshield. Rain lashed at the glass and Pete could feel the wind that buffeted the plane. Hang in there, Myka. I'm almost home. I'll find you. Just hang in there.

Myka had been walking for awhile. How long she couldn't estimate. Half an hour? Two hours? She was drenched and shivering. Suddenly car headlights illuminated the area from the opposite direction. Myka called out for help waving her hands. The car stopped and Myka ran to it.

"Thank you for stopping I..."Myka began.

The sight of a revolver pointing out the window stopped Myka. She stared at the dark haired man in the driver's seat. Myka recognized the former Warehouse agent and her blood went cold.

"James MacPherson."Myka stated trying to catch her breath and control her fear. "You're behind this."

Myka didn't know how but it made an impossible logic. It was known that MacPherson had artifacts that should be in the Warehouse.

"You were always the smartest of the lot."James replied with a smile. "Get in; we're going for a ride."

Myka's hands instinctively covered her baby bump. Macpherson unlocked the rear door of the black SUV.

"I won't ask nicely again."MacPherson warned waving the gun towards the open door. "Get in."

Myka had no choice. She got in the SUV and MacPherson drove into the rain soaked night.