A/N: Thank you everyone for reading and for the reviews. It is much appreciated. And for everyone who is concerned about the Charlotte situation, don't worry, I'll be nice. Maybe.

Chapter 3

"HG?" Her headlight illuminated eyes met Myka's through the windshield and she grinned. Shocked, Myka found herself unable to return the other woman's smile. Instead she stared back slack jawed. Her gaze was shaken when Pete began to stir in the seat next to her.

"Um, Pete?" She squeaked out, turning her eyes to her partner.

"Are we there?" He asked, eyes shut tight, stretching his arms high above his head. She watched her partner as his gaze finally wandered through the windshield. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head. "HG?"

She turned her attention back to the woman standing in the parking lot. She had her hands in her coat pockets and she was looking down towards her feet. Pete opened the car door and stepped out. Myka sighed and repeated Pete's motions herself. Once they were outside her partner made his way over to HG, arms outstretched. "Heyyy, long time no see!" He wrapped his arms around her slight body and lifted her a few inches off the ground.

"Hello, Peter." She said as he placed her back on the ground giving him a tight lipped smile. Then, turning her attention to the silent, shocked agent she lowered her voice, "Myka."

Myka approached the smaller woman and put one arm around her in an awkward hug. "HG, it's good to see you." She pulled back and gave her a sheepish smile as they locked eyes once again.

"And you as well." Myka cursed the way her stomach flipped at her words, as formal and impersonal as they were. An uncomfortable silence set in around the three agents as Myka and HG continued to share an intense stare and Pete looked back and forth between both of them. "I am absolutely elated that you two have finally arrived." HG broke the silence. "Being forced into waiting so long, I was beginning to feel reminiscent of my time in the bronze sector." Myka cringed; she hated the way HG often insisted on making light of the experiences she knew affected the other woman the most. "Although, I must say the way you came charging into this space would cause one to question exactly which of us comes from a time before automobiles." She challenged, her eyes teasing toward the other woman.

"Ha!" Myka snorted out. "You were standing in the middle of the parking space! In the middle of the night!" Her eyes canvassed HG's body for the first time that night. "Wearing black!"

HG had opened her mouth to respond when Pete interrupted, "As interesting as this bickering is, can we get down to business ladies?" Myka wore a scowl.

"Right." HG responded. "As you may have deduced, I am the liaison sent on behalf of the Regents."

"Since when are you on the Regents' side?" Myka scoffed.

HG turned her attention to the taller agent, "I had presumed we were all on the same side, that of the Warehouse." Myka crossed her arms over her chest and averted her eyes. "Wouldn't you agree, Agent Lattimer?"

Pete put up his hands and waved them back and forth, "Ohhh no. No sireee. You aren't dragging me into this one."

HG gave Myka a smug smile, "Well then, I'm afraid it is quite late. Perhaps we should check into our rooms and continue this in the morning. There's not much which can be done at this hour."

"What about the-" The curly haired agent started.

"We will discuss this over breakfast." HG cut her off and stooped to pick up her traveling bag. "Besides, Myka, you are looking quite…" Her eyes roamed over Myka's face. "Peakish."

Myka gasped then shut her mouth tight to suppress the frustrated scream which was building in the back of her throat. HG returned this with a satisfied smile. We will discuss this… As if she was the one in charge. As if she could tell them – tell her what to do. Peakish? The nerve.

"Myyyyka." Pete's voice interrupted her from her thoughts. "To the hotel?" He motioned with his head in the direction of the building. She sighed and took her bag from his grasp, following HG's retreating form.

Standing at the door to her room Myka grunted in frustration as she slid the card in and out of the room lock which was blinking a furious red. She felt a presence at her back and a hand reach over her shoulder, pulling the card from her hand.

"Geeze. You have to be gentle with these things, Mykes." Came her partner's voice. She stepped to the side so he could have his way with the lock. "Treat the lock as if you would a lover. Smoothly, slowly slide it in, and then gently pull it out." The lock turned green and an obvious click was heard from the door. "See?" He smiled at her.

"You are disgusting." Myka replied, pushing past him into her room.

"Disgusting. Ly. Talented." He shot back following in the room.

She threw her bag on the bed and turned to face him. "Pete, why are you in my room? I am exhausted. And before you ask, no you cannot stay in my room so 'we can pretend we are at sleepaway camp'" She ran a hand through her curls before collapsing fully dressed, coat and everything, onto the bed behind her.

"That's not why I'm here." He made himself comfortable on the bed next to her. "Though you did promise me we can do that sometime."

"I was drunk!" Came the muffled response from the arm draped across her face.

"Still holding you to it." He said reaching out before putting a tentative hand on her thigh.

"Why are you touching me?" She dragged her arm off of her face and looked up at her partner's concerned face.

"I just wanted to see how you were handling the whole…" His eyes searched the room. "HG thing." He finished. "But I guess I have my answer."

This made Myka shoot up into a seated position. "What? It's fine. We're fine. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" His voice was gentle. "Because you are being really, really mean tonight. I mean you are usually mean but…"

"Pete." She cut him off and put her hand over the one sitting on her thigh. "Really, I'm fine. I'm sorry for being mean, I'm just really tired. We are all adults right? Well, HG and I are. You on the other hand…" She gave him a teasing smile.

He ignored her joke. "You're sure?" He asked, standing up.

"I'm sure, Pete. I promise." She stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "But thank you for your concern." She mumbled into his shoulder.

"Okayyy." He pulled away walking to the door, his eyebrows narrowed, eyes not moving from her. He walked out the door then poked his head back in, "If you're sure."

Myka rolled her eyes and threw up her hands. "Good night Pete." He shut the door behind him. "I think I'm sure." She whispered to the shut door.