A/N: Hey guys! I'm going to make this A/N short and (hopefully) sweet because I still have math homework to do before Grey's Anatomy is on and you all probably don't want to read me blabbering. I want to dedicate this chapter to the Greek god Boreas, because if it weren't for the snow day he brought on Wednesday then this chapter would not have been posted for another couple of days. (I'm weird, I know, ignore it.) Thanks again for all your favouring and reviews, the chapters might become a little shorter since I seem to be lacking in free time. Happy reading! :)

Disclaimer: still not mine.

The Univille PD was overcrowded and a little too loud that day in Reid's opinion. They had extra officers there from the state department and the station just wasn't big enough for the BAU team, the extra officers along with the regular officers. Reid was sitting at the table, staring at a map of locations where they had found the bodies. It just wasn't making much sense to him. It seemed as though their UNSUB could be in multiple places at the same time, as most of the murders that occurred on the same night had the same approximate time of death. The UNSUB's timeline was accelerating and they had yet to come up with a profile. Hopefully the suspect they had in custody could help shed some light on what was going on. They had just brought her in about fifteen minutes ago and she was now sitting in interrogation. He, Hotch and Prentiss has gotten back ten minutes ago and they were just waiting for Morgan, JJ and Rossi to comeback from the other crime scene.

"Got anything new Reid?" Hotch asked from behind him. Reid turned in his chair to see Hotch and Prentiss standing there with coffee cups in their hands.

"No," Reid said. He turned to Prentiss. "Hey, I thought you gave up coffee."

"Desperate times call for desperate measures. Has Ms. Donovan and her... friends come in yet?" Prentiss asked and looked around.

"Who?" Reid asked. He was little confused as to who the 'friends' were that Prentiss was talking about.

"Oh, I didn't tell you?"

"No."

"Tell who what?" JJ said as she took a seat across from Reid. Prentiss sat down next to her.

"I'll explain when everyone else gets here."

"Okay," JJ replied.

As soon as everyone was seated Hotch briefed them on the newest scene. He told them about the suspect in custody and they all looked at each other, not sure what to say.

"So, how would that affect the profile?" JJ asked.

"Well, we don't really have a profile that it could affect," said Morgan. "Hotch, do you really think she has something to do with this?"

"At this point it's hard to tell. When we arrived at the scene, our initial thought was that she was lying but as Reid talked to her it seemed as though she actually believes she's H.G. Wells."

"So Dissociative Identity Disorder then?" suggested Rossi.

"That's what we think," replied Reid.

"But wait, there's more," Prentiss said with mock excitement.

All eyes went to her.

"The suspect called out to someone in the crowd while we were talking to her. Reid brought her over and they started... bickering for a lack of a better term." Prentiss pulled out a photo of Claudia from the file Garcia had faxed over and passed it around. In the photo, Claudia was a complete mess. It was taken when she had entered the psychiatric care facility.

"Do you guys remember Claudia Donovan from the Bed & Breakfast?" she continued.

"The teenager?" Rossi asked surprised as he looked at the picture.

"She's actually twenty years old. She's the one our suspect knows."

"So she knows our suspect," Rossi pondered out loud. "What were they bickering about?"

"Who's crazier," Hotch said.

"Did you bring her in then?" Rossi questioned.

Prentiss shook her head. "She ran off down the road. As she left, our suspect told her to call Myka. I caught up to her and questioned her about it. She said she had checked herself into a psychiatric care facility for four months then checked herself out. We hadn't gotten very far into the conversation when we were interrupted."

"By who?" JJ asked.

"Well this is where it gets interesting."

"You're kidding, right?" JJ said, completely bewildered how fast this case was turning around.

"No. This morning when I was interviewing the people who found the body, they had said they were Secret Service agents. The woman's name is Myka Bering."

"Wait," Morgan interrupted. "Why would the Secret Service be here?"

"We don't know," said Hotch.

"So when I was talking to Ms. Donovan," Prentiss continued. "The two agents came over, apparently they know each other and by the look of things I would say quite well. But that's when Hotch called me to say we were coming back here, so I asked them to come down to the station. Agent Bering said they would be here in five minutes but that was half an hour ago." she finished with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Well things are certainly becoming more..." Rossi started but was unable to find the right word.

"Complicated?" Morgan offered.

"Prentiss, did you get the Agent's contact information?" Rossi questioned.

Emily thought for a moment. She never got anything from Myka or Claudia but then she remembered that Pete had given her his card.

"Yeah, I think I have Agent Lattimer's cell number," Prentiss said and pulled out her notes.

"Okay, Prentiss you call him and see why they aren't here yet-" Hotch started.

"Why me?" Prentiss cut in.

"Because he gave you the number," Hotch deadpanned.

"Fine," Prentiss grumbled.

"Morgan you call Garcia, see if she can find anything on Myka Bering or Pete Lattimer. Prentiss, wasn't there a shorter man there this morning as well?"

"Uh yeah, hold on I wrote his name down here somewhere," Prentiss replied and flipped through her notes. "Artie Nielson."

"Okay, Morgan?" Hotch looked to Morgan who was on the phone.

"Got it," he replied and resumed his conversation with Garcia.

"Alright, JJ, are you ready to help me with another press release?" Hotch asked their former media liaison.

"Sure, let's do it." she said, got up and started towards the front doors of the station.

"Prentiss?" Hotch looked back, warning filling his voice.

"Yeah yeah I got it, I'll call him." Prentiss said with a sigh.

Myka, Claudia and Pete were making their way down the side walk to the Police Station. They had decided to walk from Leena's since it was a nice day and Myka thought she might fall asleep in the car had they driven. It was already eight thirty AM and Myka hadn't slept in twenty four hours. When they had regrouped at Leena's earlier she had a coffee but it wasn't helping. It was surprisingly warm out for such an early morning in May and it was starting to get warmer as the sun rose higher in the sky. Artie had agreed that they should go down to the Station and try to find out what the BAU thought was going on. Artie was going to go with them but as they were about to leave, Mrs. Frederick decided to pop in unannounced as usual. She seemed to be very pissed at Artie, so Myka, Pete and Claudia bolted out of there as fast as they could. They were about ten minutes away from the station when Pete's phone rang.

"Hey, you've got Pete," he answered. Myka couldn't hear who was on the other end of the line, but she had a feeling that it was Agent Prentiss. His face broke out in a grin as he glanced at Myka and her suspicions were confirmed.

"Well Agent Prentiss, are you really that eager to see me?" Pete's face suddenly dropped and paled a little.

Myka and Claudia looked at each other and giggled. Whatever Prentiss had said certainly scared Pete.

Pete cleared his throat. "Okay. We'll be there in about five minutes." he said and hung up the phone.

"Dude, what did she say to you?" Claudia questioned while holding in a laugh.

"Nothing important." Pete shook his head. "They were wondering when we would get there, so we should probably hurry up."

"Pete, I told you to stay away from her," Myka said with a smug look on her face.

"It's just a bump in the road," Pete shrugged. "Now let's hurry up because I really don't want to know if she's capable of what she just said."

Pete quickened his pace and left the two women staring after him in confusing. They caught up with him and the group finished their walk to the station in silence.

As Myka walked into the station, she noticed immediately that almost every officer turned their attention to who was walking in the doors. Myka stopped and took in the atmosphere in the station. There were officers everywhere, it was loud and busy. She could see the BAU agents sitting around a table in the left hand corner, probably discussing what to do when she, Pete and Claudia got there.

"So what's the plan?" Claudia asked Myka as she glanced around.

"Okay..." Myka said as she thought for a moment. "Claudia, I want you to try and get as close as you can to the murder board. Try to see if they have any leads on the murder weapon, that's most likely our artifact. Pete-"

"Wait a minute," Pete cut in. "Who put you in charge?"

"Artie," Myka replied.

"Oh yeah? When?"

"When you were daydreaming about Agent Prentiss," Myka said with a smug smile.

"Burn," Claudia injected.

"Fine, what do I do?" Pete mumbled.

"Try to get as much information as you can without directly asking questions. Also try to stay away from H.G., I'll handle that." Myka instructed.

Pete nodded in response and started to walk towards the table in the corner.

"Pete?" Myka called after him. He turned back around to face her. "Try to keep your foot out of your mouth."

"Got it," he said with a nod.

Myka and Claudia followed behind Pete to the table of FBI agents. Rossi was the first to notice them.

"You must be the Secret Service agents," Rossi said to them.

"Yes, I'm Agent Bering and this is my partner, Agent Lattimer," Myka said while motioning to Pete.

"I'm Agent Rossi. We just have a few follow-up questions for you. Agent Bering, would you mind coming with me?" Rossi asked as he got up and went around the table to the same side Myka was standing on.

"Sure," Myka replied with an obvious fake smile. She was getting worried; they must have noticed that she did most of the talking out of the three of them and decided to split them up.

"Great, follow me," Rossi said and headed towards the interview rooms.

Myka sent a warning glance to Pete and Claudia and followed after Rossi. He led her into a small observation room, and sitting in the interview room on the other side of the one-way glass was H.G. Wells. She was handcuffed to the table, glaring to the officer standing by the door.

How the hell am I going to get her out of here?, thought Myka.

"Agent Bering, do you know the woman sitting in that room?" Rossi asked while watching H.G.

Myka was at a loss as to how she should answer the question. If she said no, she could easily be caught in a lie. If she said yes, then she could become a suspect in the murders. Although with the way they've been acting, the later was probably already the case. She could see Rossi eyeing her so she needed to say something.

"I'm acquainted with her," Myka replied.

Rossi nodded. "Could you tell me her name?"

This was the question that Myka was dreading. They clearly didn't believe that her name was H.G. Wells; they thought she was crazy and if Myka told Rossi that her name was indeed H.G. Wells they would think that she too was crazy. She had tried to come up with a story on the way over but she didn't have much. Myka took a deep breath.

"Her name is Helena. Her daughter was murdered in a home invasion and she hasn't been the same ever since." Myka said with a shrug.

"Could you explain why she thinks she's H.G. Wells?" Rossi asked and watched Myka's reaction. Her facial expression never changed but her hands went from hanging at her sides to being held behind her back.

"I don't really know," Myka replied and looked at Helena. She hadn't prepared an answer to that question or really anymore questions Rossi might ask.

It was almost like Helena knew Myka was on the other side of the glass watching her because the two were suddenly holding eye contact with each other. Myka cleared her throat and looked down at her shoes. This exchange did not go unnoticed by Rossi.

"Agent Bering, um, Helena has been asking to talk to you." Rossi fumbled over using the suspect's name. "We've agreed to let you speak to her as long as I'm present in the room. Would you like to talk to her?"

Myka looked up at Rossi, weighing her options. If she went in there, she could say something to jeopardize the case for the Warehouse, but if she didn't and Helena knew something important then that could also be bad. She needed to find a way to get Helena out of custody.

"Okay, let's go in then," Myka said and turned toward the door.

Rossi went in ahead of her. As soon as Myka entered the room H.G. had a look of relief on her face.

"Myka, thank God!" Helena exclaimed. She had been sitting there for almost an hour now. When she had first arrived they had sent in Dr. Reid and Rossi to interview her but they got nowhere. Helena didn't say anything, only that she would only talk to Myka. Myka sat down in the chair across from her and Rossi took over the position by the door that the officer had vacated when Rossi and Myka had entered.

"Helena," Myka said with a nod of her head.

"You've got to get me out of here. You know I didn't do this."

"How can I be sure you didn't?" Myka asked sceptically. A look of shocked took over Helena's face.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Helena said with a sad chuckle. She looked at Rossi and lowered her voice. "Even after I saved your life and Claudia's, you think I would go and do something like this?" she hissed.

"Could you keep your voice level up please?" Rossi asked. "If you keep whispering we'll have to cut this meeting a little short."

Helena glared at Rossi and then looked back at Myka.

"Helena, they found you at the crime scene," Myka attempted to reason why she shouldn't believe her.

"Yes because I was trying to find the cause of the killings," Helena replied as if it was obvious.

"How did you know where the crime scene was?" Rossi questioned from his spot by the door. There was something these two were trying not to say, Rossi just couldn't figure out what it was.

"Well I was out walking around and..." Helena trailed off and looked at Myka. Rossi couldn't see Myka's face so he didn't know what her reaction was.

"And what?" Rossi asked and moved to stand next to the table, in between Myka and Helena. The two women's gazes never wavered from one another. Myka nodded slightly and Helena then looked up at agent Rossi.

"And..." She glanced at Myka again. "I smelled fudge."*

Myka's eyes widened a bit, clearly knowing what this meant but Rossi stared at both of them, completely confused.

"You smelled fudge?" he repeated. "Is that some kind of code?" He glanced at Myka.

"No," Myka responded first. "I have no idea what that means."

Rossi knew that this wasn't true, he just couldn't figure out what the meaning behind smelling fudge could be. He glanced between Myka and Helena once again and headed for the door. Rossi opened the door and turned back to the women at the table.

"Agent Bering, could I have a word with you outside please?" Rossi asked coldly.

"Of course," Myka replied with another fake smile plastered on her face, obviously ignoring Rossi's unhappy mood.

If there was one thing Rossi learned from the interview it was that he could not let these two in the same room again. There was something going on and they seemed to know more about it than his team. And how the hell does fudge fit into the whole equation?

*For those of you who don't know or remember what the smell of fudge means, it's that an artifact is usually involved. The question from Warehouse 13 in season one was "Have you recently smelled something that could best be described as fudge when there was no fudge around?" or some variation of that.