The large SUV pulled up once again to the old, rusty building emerging from the miniature mountain. All was the same. The 2 agents and their associate exited the vehicle to be greeted by nothing but silence. Myka let out a small sigh as she stared transfixed by the Warehouses hardened outer shell, externally it was rather dreary but it was what's hidden within that caused Myka's mind to become excited. Helena placed her hand onto the small of Myka's back, pushing her forward just an inch in an attempt to force her further ahead, the push worked as Myka began to stroll lightly towards the Warehouses front door. Helena shot Pete a triumphant smile forcing Pete to scowl back. "Myka" he responded "Can I talk to you for a minute, alone"

Myka pulled away from Helena's grasp and floated over towards him. "What's wrong Pete?"

A frown appeared on Pete's face "How did you know something was wrong?"

"I know you Pete" she smiled "Perhaps too well if you ask me"

Pete began to blush as he remembered the time he and alternate Myka got "friendly" in Vegas. It may not have been the real Myka but it sure as hell looked like her and hopefully it felt like her too.

"Pete" Myka snapped. Obviously Pete had been enjoying that day dream a little too much if he was caught gazing into space, "Right, sorry" he replied shuddering his head as if attempting to shake loose the memories.

"I don't want her here" Pete finally managed to whisper.

"I know you don't, I'm not even sure if I do but..." Pete interrupted before Myka could finish the sentence, "I know you want her here, you were depressed for ages after Sykes blew her up". Myka fidgeted for a moment as she recalled the horrific explosion which destroyed the Warehouse. Thankfully Artie was able to use Macpherson's watch to go back in time and alter the past but unfortunately the watch was unable to erase the memories of those who used it. Soon after the past was rewritten Helena had vanished, this was the first time anyone had seen her in almost 6 months. "Fine" Myka surrendered "I've missed her ok, she's the only female friend I have who isn't a teenager and who actually understands and shares my love of literature"

Pete relaxed his body, he felt sorry for Myka but still this woman could not be trusted. "I understand Myk's, but why did she run away after everything"

"I don't know" Myka shrugged, ignoring once again the misuse of an abbreviation of her name. "Maybe she was scared the Regents were going to erase her memory again, I really don't know, but at least she's back, that's got to mean something.

"Fine" Pete sulked, crossing his arms in dissatisfaction.

"Pete" Myka responded, gently putting her hand to his stubbled cheek. Her touch sent tingles down his spine and through his body causing it to relax further, allowing his arms to drop to his sides.

"Trust me" she smiled, softly caressing his face.

"I do" he replied, mirroring the smile which she projected, "I just don't trust her". Pete gazed into Myka's eyes, unsure on the exact colour until a loud unnatural cough came from behind them. "Can we please go inside?, it's bloody freezing out here". Helena was staring at the pair, not at all happy with the intimacy being shared in the situation.

"Right, of course" Myka chimed before removing her hand from Pete's cheek and turning to face Helena, blinking repeatedly in an attempt to gain control of the situation, overruling anything that had just happened. "Let's go" she demanded, striding heavily towards the Warehouse doors.

The 3 agents exploded into Artie's office, Pete once again was yelling Artie's name, sounding louder than a fire bell next to your ear, "ARTIE, ARTIE" Pete screeched. "Marco"

"I'm not a dog or a child" stated Artie from behind Pete, who swung to see the old man glaring at him through his equally as old glasses.

"Alright, alright, sorry, sheesh what is it with people and making me apologise"

"It's because you're always wrong" interrupted Helena in an extremely certain tone.

"It's because you're always wrong" mimicked Pete, adding a rather annoying whining sound to the statement in childish revenge for the original comment.

"Oh do grow up" she retorted angrily.

"Well I'd rather be childish than 180 years old"

"145 actually, I was born in 1866 you twat, obviously you're not very good at History or Math" she stopped for a moment to think how to continue before saying " or maybe we should just say things you're good at instead of things you're not good at, I'm sure the list will be much shorter.

Artie looked up from the file he was reading and over his glasses before turning to Myka, "They've been like this all day, haven't they?"

"Yes" Myka replied bluntly, arms folded as if bored with the whole process.

"OK, OK" yelled Artie, allowing his left hand to fly into the air, "Come on"

Pete turned to Artie and squinted his eyes slightly, "How come you're not surprised she's here" Pete asked pointing at Helena, confused by the whole situation.

A smile crept onto Helena's face as she began to rock back and forth in pleasure before coming to an abrupt halt unsure of what inspired her to do it in the first place. Artie turned towards his desk before mumbling an almost silent explanation. "Mrs Fredrick came by earlier and said that H.G. had been re-reinstated as a Warehouse agent"

"WHAT" both Pete and Myka yelled in unison. "Why didn't you tell us?" asked Myka, taking a step towards Artie. Helena began to scowl firmly, unsure of why Myka seemed frustrated, she thought if anyone was going to be happy about her return it would and should be Myka.

"You weren't here" Artie offered up meekly.

"You could have called, emailed, texted" Myka continued.

"Well I'm sorry" Artie concluded hoping that that would be the end of the conversation.

"Fine" replied Myka with no sign of rebellion.

"Ok" continued Pete glancing at Myka to see if she planned on continuing the argument but with no sign of action he carried on. "But it would of been nice if you called, that's all I'm saying" raising both hands into the air as if in retreat. He turned and scowled at Helena before moving to the nearest chair, slumping into it previous to raising his feet to the nearest table. It was at this point Claudia rammed into the room while flinging herself onto Arties chair, allowing herself to spin a couple of times before coming to a complete stop. "H.G." she beamed, raising both hands into the air in a double fist pump.

"Hello Claudia, it's lovely to see you again"

"Likewise" Claudia replied in an effort at an English accent.

"Claudia" bellowed Artie in an attempt to block Pete getting involved and starting another argument on how the British beauty was affecting the "easily influenced" teenager. "Concentrate, please"

"Right chief, sorry" she replied giving Artie a small salute, "Where was I?"

"You hadn't started" smirked Pete

"Ok" she nodded "So let's start and the very beginning"