A/N Okay, felt the need for another chapter. If you want to know more about the Miami Circle, there are some good sites on Google.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of SyFy.
Helena jumped back from Myka, her lips making a soft popping noise from Myka's nipple. Her head jerking around to locate the sound of the gruff man's voice.
"Artie?" Myka squeaked as she rushed to the sounds of Artie's voice.
"Myka, the floor." Helena replied calmly as she watched the younger agent frantically searching the room for the Farnsworth.
Myka mouthed a silent 'thank you' to Helena as she picked up the device.
"Sorry Artie, it must have fallen down when we were unpacking. We just checked in and haven't had time to head out to the Seaquarium yet. Pete headed out to grab something to eat..." Helena cleared her throat to halt Myka rambling, motioning with her fingers up and down her chest.
"Wooh there, Lady Godiva, too much skin there for my virgin eyes." Claudia snarked as she interrupted Artie when she stuck her head into view. Artie stuttered and quickly covered Claudia's eyes with his hand.
"Devel child." Artie mumbled as he turned back to the screen. "Agent Bering, would you mind... ?" he said as he waved his hand at the screen. "Covering up."
Myka blushed in embarrassment as she realized, in the heat of passion, Helena had ripped her shirt open.
Helena had sat down next to Myka on the bed, popping her head into the viewer. "You should excuse Myka, Agent Neilson, she was just readying herself for a shower. The humidity here is ghastly as we all have found ourselves perspiring profusely since we disembarked the aeroplane." Helena smiled.
Artie grumbled under his breath as he turned his head, giving Myka ample time to grip her torn shirt together, trying desperately to straighten out her bunched-up bra. Myka ran a finger over her own cheek as she looked at Helena, a faint smear of lip gloss was still on her cheek.
"I fail to see the significance with the death of a few 'Phoca vitulina' and how that relates to the warehouse?" Helena said.
"Poka uhn na what?" Claudia asked she turned to the screen.
"Sea lions," Myka said as she took the device back from Helena. "Phoca is Greek for seal and it is a little strange that people are attacking them at the exhibit and eating them," Myka said as she gave Helena a grateful smile. Getting up from the bed, she started to pace the room. Helena's eyes following the younger agent in awe as she watched Myka's thought process.
"We need to interview some of the workers at the sight and see what happened." Myka said as she pulled the door to the room open just before Pete knocked.
"Claud, see if you can pull up some info on the Miami Circle. I remember reading about that site, they had found some seal teeth there." Myka said as she handed the Farnsworth over to Pete after he had set down the styrofoam containers.
"On it" Claudia said as she turned around, typing away on her keyboard.
"What are you thinking, Darling?" Helena said to Myka as she sat down next to Pete, her nose crinkling at the smell of the food he started chewing on.
"Not sure yet, but something sounds hinky with people eating seals, raw, all of a sudden, just when there was a discovery of seal teeth at that circle." Myka said as she picked up a hot wing and the device, still waving the wing in her hand as she paced around the room.
"Nooo… the site was unearthed in 1998 when they tore down an old fifty's motel in order to build some high-rises. Would not want to upset those condo-commandos." Claudia said as she pushed her way back into the screen.
"Ewww… like eating those seals, raw. That is so uncool and almost cave-man," Pete mumbled as he ripped into another chicken wing. Myka looked at her wing in her hand, tossing it in the trash can as she sat down next to Helena, reaching for a piece of celery instead. The thought of those poor animals being eating alive made her stomach flip.
"Here, dip it in this blue cheese. It tastes better." Myka said to Helena as she handed her a stalk. Helena licking her bottom lip as she watched Myka bite down on the celery, a bit of the sauce pooling at the corner of the younger agent;s lips.
"Ooh, they have some Blackened Grouper on special at the fish shack, man, some blue cheese on that would be awesome!" Pete said as he popped another wing into his mouth. "And I heard from that cute bartender that it is Stone Crab season right now!" Pete mumbled, opening his mouth, full of food, at the younger agent. Myka shook her head and smiled as she turned back to Helena.
"Really, Darling. How do you put up with that… child?" Helena winced.
"Man-child." Myka frowned as she leaned in, wiping a bit of blue cheese off the corner of Pete's chin, "The only kid I would ever deal with."
"Bigger fish, people!" Artie shouted over the device, causing all heads to snap forward at him.
"We have otherwise normal people attacking and tearing apart seals, and we need to know why. Claudia, as soon as you have that information, send it to them. Pete. Myka, go to the Seaquarium, ASAP and find out all you can," Artie yelled, slamming the Farnsworth shut just as Myka was asking about Helena going with them.
"Since when did the old boy care so much about fish?" Pete said as he grabbed a few more wings. "Its not like anybody is eating each other," he mumbled as he headed to the door.
"Pete, those people are locked up in jail because of this. We need to find out why." Myka said as she held her torn blouse closer.
"Yeah, well… I will be back in ten, think you can have your lady-loving done by then?" Pete snarked, closing the door behind him, rolling his shoulders as he heard something hitting the door behind him.
XXX
Helena gave Myka a quick glance and a shy smile as they walked towards the Noon show. Pete was clapping as the Orca whale jumped out of the water, the trainer jumping on the back of the whale as it glided through the water. Myka spotted the PR director and walked towards her.
The crowd gasped as the whale jumped out of the water again, a wave of water drenched Myka just as she watched the PR director jump back.
Myka had changed into a short sleeve white cotton T-shirt and black jeans before they left. The heat was stifling and she left her usual power suit back at the hotel room. Both Pete and Helena smirked as they looked at the wet T-shirt Myka was now sporting because of 'Oleta' the killer whale.
"I much prefer your curls." Helena whispered into Myka ear. Her hair was know soaked and almost straight thanks to soaking from Oleta, her wet hair was now plastered around her face.
"Not funny, Wells." Myka snarked as she shook hands with the PR director. "Agents Bering, Lattimer and Wells." Myka said in her best, most professional voice.
"Please, call me Regina," the PR director said as she eyed Pete up and down, making no apologies for raking her eyes over the toned agent.
Myka crossed her arms, knowing the cool breeze against her wet shirt was betraying her. Pete waggled his eyebrows at the woman. Myka knew it would be better to pawn her off on Pete so Helena and her could go talk to the director of the seal lion exhibit.
"I need to make a quick stop in the ladies room." was all Myka said as she slipped into the nearest bathroom. Helena came in, watching as Myka had tried to use that new-fangled air dyer on her wet shirt.
"Really, Darling. You just might be able to finagle some unknown information from the director if you left your blouse, damp." Helena smirked as she crossed her arms, leaning against the far wall. She watched as that glorious blush crossed the younger agent's face.
"For your information, Agent Wells, we women of the twenty-first century, do not need to show off our attributes. A good interrogation and keen field work has presided over those Victorian wildes of yours." Myka smirked, straighten her now semi-dry shirt as she pulled it down.
"Well all be it, if you, Agent Bering, were to question me in that…" Helena cleared her throat as she ran her fingers over the soft chest of her fellow agent. "I would be, but a slave to your whims," Helena breathlessly said against Myka's ear.
A knowing smirk crossed Helena's lips as she held the door open. "Shall we?"
Myka leaned in to her fellow agent, catching that firm, plump, bottom lip between her teeth. As Helena's hands start to curl around her neck, Myka pulled back. A lopsided grin spreading across her face. "You would tell me everything, Helena," Myka whispered, feeling the shutter course through Helena as she let her hand gently pass over Helena's hip.
'If you only knew.' Helena said to herself.
XXX
"Well, that was a complete bust," Pete huffed out as he sat down in one of the cheap chairs in Myka and Helena's room. "Come to find out, Regina had no clue about all of this," Pete huffed out as he started to take his shoes off.
"Do you not have a room of your own?" Helena bristled as she watched Myka set the files down on the table. "I am in need of a good scrubbing." Helena remarked as she unbuttoned her blouse and removed her boots. "This humidity is intolerable." Helena remarked as she walked to the bathroom.
Myka slapped Pete's head as he stared at the falling clothes.
"Eyes front and center, Lattimer!" Myka growled as she set the files down. Opening the laptop, she scrolled down to a few things.
"Hey, time out Mykes," Pete said as he held his hands in mock surrender.
"Admit it Mykes, you have a thing for HG." Pete asked. Myka didn't reply, her eyes staying steadfast on the screen of the PC. After a few minutes, Pete sighed. "Look Myka, I just want you to be happy. That's all. Does HG make you happy?" Pete asked.
"Yes" Myka whispered.
Pete's face soften as he watched Myka slowly lift her eyes to meet his. Myka sat back in her chair, crossing her arms as Pete's big goofy grin spread, knowing he was about to say something stupid.
"I knew it! Myka and HG sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…" Pete started singing.
"Nice to know you know how to spell," Myka snarked as she threw a balled piece of paper at him.
"You know, she did kiss me first." Pete said as he waggled his eyebrows.
"And what is all this about?" Helena said as she sauntered out of the bathroom. Dressed in nothing but the hotel robe.
"Mykes is under the impression that I may have a thing for you." Pete smirked as he held a file up above his head. Waiting for the wrath of Myka to descend down upon him.
"I assure you Mr Lattimer, Ms Bering is all my self is forthcoming too," Helena whispered, her eyes never leaving her young agent's.
"Umm… English? Right? What the hell does that mean?" Pete mumbled as he watched Helena smile at Myka, their eyes locked in a lover's embrace. Pete tried his best to show respect as Helena gave Myka a quick peck on the cheek.
"Helena," Myka whispered as the victorian leaned over her shoulder to peruse the files.
The Farnsworth blaring shook all of them. Helena pulled back from Myka's side, rummaging through the draws for something to wear as she eyed-balled Pete. Helena slipped on a pair of Yoga pants under her robe as she watched Pete from the corner of her eye.
Pete covered his eyes as Helena snaked her arms around Myka, her lips brushing against the sweet spot that made Myka's knees weak. "Helena, behave" Myka groaned as she reached for the Farnsworth.
Myka opened it. "Yea, Claud, what's up?" Myka said as Helena kissed Myka's cheek.
"So do not need to see this, Mykes." Claudia mumbled as the sound of typing keys filled the background.
"Sorry" Helena whispered.
"I found a 'Curiosity' as your girlfriend is so fond of saying." The young techie said as Myka stood up.
"She is not my girlfriend." Myka huffed to the young techie.
"And what would you refer to me as?" Helena dryly responded.
"OH..I know! Your lady Love, Your sexy Brit, you're all being, your Bow Chicka Bow Wow!" Pete rambled.
Both Myka and Helena glared at Pete. "I will have you know that is disrespectful, Agent Lattimer if you disrespect Myka again…" Helena said indignantly as she crossed her arms.
"Like I said, Helena is your lady, Mykes. " Pete whispered as he let his hands drop.
Myka dropped her shaking head. Pete had always been there for her. Her 'rock' in all the crazy that the warehouse had thrown at them. But she had no answer when it came to Helena. She was...'He' was her hero when she was a young girl, her life based on the hero worship of the 'Man' that her Father had read those books to her as a little girl.
Now, to find out her 'Hero' was a woman.
Was it 'Hero Worship' ? Myka mulled over as she chewed her bottom lip with worry.
"Hey, Earth to Myka… Got some info on your case. Hey, you okay?' Claudia whispered into the screen. Turning her head as to make sure Artie was no where near. "Mykes, come on, it's me, Claudia… Let me in"
Myka looked over her shoulder, watching as Helena nodded to her as she glared at Pete.
"The floor is all yours," Helena smiled.
"Okay, Claud, what is up?" Myka asked. Her outstretched hand, reaching for Helena's.
"What is up with you and your old lady?" Claudia said absentmindedly, looking down as she typed away.
"Do NOT call her that!" Myka said as she started to pace the floor.
"Hey, sorry. I didnt mean any disrespect there Mykes," Claudia stumbling over her words.
"None taken," Helena replied as she placed a chaste kiss on Myka's cheek, settling down in the hotel chair as she thumbed through the case file. She tucked her feet under her legs as she flipped her hair back to air dry.
"I just pulled up a few things with that Miami Circle thing you were going on about. It seems that they, the Art Basil had some Hoity Toity show a month ago and some of the seal teeth were displayed for the show. Some rich snob named TR Riggs bought a few and...low and behold, all the people who chowed on the seals, all worked for the same company as the Ass who is trying to buy out the lease on the land that the circle is on."
Claudia said in a long breath to Myka.
"So, what has happened is this rich guy T R Riggs has stumbled upon the old fossils and now they are infecting those that come in contact with them?" Myka said as she looked at the quizzical face of her Girlfriend ?
"Yeah, right, as you well know, Ponce de Leon and his crew set up digs in that area around 1521, and they had reported to witness the Tequesta Indians feasting on Monk Seals. He also wrote in his journal that the Elders believed the circle to be a high, holy place."
The young techie breathed out.
"Of course!" Myka said as she slapped her forehead. "They used the place as a foundation for Council. I remember reading that there was a eye-shaped hole in the middle. Something like the Eye of Horus that the Regents use. They used the place as an Analogous to England's Stonehenge. A archaeo-astronomical place to observe the solstices." Myka worded out.
"Bingo, and guess what time it is now… Yes Alex, give me 'What is the Summer Solstice?' for 500," Claudia chimed as they both smacked their heads.
"Which was just three days ago, the same time as the first seals were killed" Myka replied.
"And.. Senior De Leon had reported seeing the Elders feasting upon Monk Seals which are…"
"Now extinct." Myka said, finishing Claudia's sentence. "And somehow when they came in contact with those fossilized seal teeth, it triggered the artifact and caused them to make a meal out of the seals at the Seaquarium." Myka said as her and Helena leaned over the case files.
"Brilliant art of deduction, Darling." Helena beamed as she turned her head to face her fellow agent. Myka smiled as she leaned close to her Brit's lips.
"Okay, Ms. Horny Pants… so did not need to see that! Concentrate here Myka." Claudia say as she typed some more.
"So, somehow the solstice may have triggered the seal teeth or the artifact." Myka said as she still had not looked away from Helena. "Hey,Claud, do you think you can pull up some info on the Tequesta ?"
"Sure, no prob, should have something for you by the time you two are done strolling hand in hand on the beach." Claudia said as she winked at Myka, laughing as the agent turned red. "Say, have you two have yet to do the 'deed'?" Claudia whispered close to the screen.
"None of your business," Myka snarked. "Have a good night, Claudia," Myka said as she shut the Farnsworth close. Myka turned as she felt Helena near her ear.
"A moonlit stroll on the beach does sound heavenly." Helena whispered next Myka's cheek.
"So, we need to go see a man about some seal teeth?" Pete asked as Myka started to push him out of the room.
"Right now, 'We' by which I mean just Helena and I, need to change and find a place for dinner. We will all go pay Mr Riggs a visit in the morning when his office is open." Myka said as she closed the door, leaning back against it as she watched Helena gathering up the files on the table.
"Helena, why don't you leave those files where they are. We need to eat, I am famished. Just give a me a few minutes for a quick shower then we can leave." Myka said as she came behind Helena, kissing her neck.
"Darling, would you care for a little company while you shower?" Helena hummed as her hands rubbed the strong arms wrapped around her waist.
"As tempting as that sounds." Myka said as she turned Helena around to face her. "I think I would prefer our first time to be…" Myka trailed off, ducking her head down, trying her best to hide her nervousness.
"Ahh, a romantic at heart, yes?" Helena smiled as she cupped Myka's cheeks, gently brushing her lips against Myka's.
"Something like that." Myka kissed back. She turned towards the bathroom. "Why don't you turn on the TV, hopefully there will be no seal kills tonight on the news. I'll be out in a few." Myka said.
Helena waited till she heard the water running. She pulled her phone out of her bag, dialing the number from on a piece of worn paper. She stared out the window as she waited for the man to pick up.
"Yes, who is this?"
"Mr Chandler, my name is Wells, I am an associate of a mutual friend of ours. He has informed me that you are in possession of an item and wish to sell it."
"Yes, I still have the item, tell me Ms Wells, how is James?"
"Mr Macpherson is out of the country at the moment, but as luck would have it, I am quite near and was hoping we might be able to meet up."
"Splendid, I will text you the address and time for our little rendezvous. Good bye Ms Wells."
"Hey Helena, how do you feel about seafood?" Myka asked as she came out of the bathroom, her head turned sideways as she brushed her curls, not noticing as Helena slipped her phone into her pocket.
"Pete had said something about it being Stone Crab season," Myka smiled as she started to pull her hair back into a ponytail.
"I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage Agent Bering, I have never heard of these 'Stone crabs'..." Helena smirked as she wrapped her arms around Myka's waist, gently kissing those lips. "... of which you refer. But I am open to trying new things." Helena ghosted across Myka's lips.
Myka smiled as she grabbed her jacket and the Farnsworth, holding her hand out, Helena entwined their fingers.
"Well, Agent Wells, you are in for a treat. " Myka smiled as they headed down to the lobby.
XXX
"This is really quite nice, it has a certain rustic charm to it. It reminds me of those Public Houses in Ireland down by the shore." Helena said as they settled into their high-back chairs, their table sat outside on the pier.
"I think I will have to thank Amy at the front desk for this recommendation." Myka smiled as she thanked the waiters who handed them the menu's. "I was told by a reliable source that you have the best Stone Crabs in town. Two orders of large claws and… " Myka looked over at Helena who was looking around the place. "What do you want to drink?" Myka asked.
Helena let out a contented sigh as they swung their hands together. The meal was delicious and the liquor had warmed her insides, causing herself to loosen and relax. Myka smiled as she looked at Helena's face glowing in the moonlit.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Helena stopped just in front of their hotel, pulling their entwined fingers to her lips, gently kissing them as she hummed.
"I wish for this night to never end." Helena whispered, her fingers gently tangling in Myka's hair as she pulled them closer.
She savored the sweet and salty taste of the evening meal on Myka's tongue. Helena let a small moan escape her lips as she discovered the unique taste of the younger agent that was subtly hinted through the dinner and drinks.
Myka broke their passionate kiss, letting her gaze fall into those dark eyes, the moonlight highlighting specks of Mahogany that danced around lust-widen pupils.
"Please, Helena, show me your world." Myka whispered as she led them to their room.
Helena gently undressed Myka, helping the other woman's shaking hands to undress her. Helena pulled the sheets down, turning her head, she held her hand out to Myka. "Come, we shall do nothing that makes you uncomfortable." Helena whispered as she laid them both down.
Myka let out a shaky breath as they laid on their sides, facing each other. Helena gently caressing Myka's cheek, tracing her finger over Myka's bottom lip as they stared into each other's eyes.
The night was spent in loving touches and words of adoration as passions heated and ebbed.
Myka curled around Helena, their legs entwined as Myka;s arm rested across Helena's stomach. Her head resting on Helena's chest, the gently beats of her heart lulling her to sleep.
For the first time since her unbronzing, Helena was finally able to dream.