Myka sat at the small table outside on the patio at Leena's eating her lunch. It was three o'clock and she was just waiting for Pete to come down so they could head back to the warehouse. They had come back at twelve for some much needed sleep while Artie did some research on the artifact. Myka had only gotten less than three hours of sleep but it was better than nothing.

Myka looked up and saw Pete walking through the side door while stretching his arms.

"I don't know about you, but I feel much better," he said with a grunt and sat down in the chair next to Myka.

"I do feel a little better," Myka replied reluctantly.

"Are you thinking rationally again?" Pete asked and took a bite of a chocolate chip cookie.

He was referring to the fight they had on the way back from the warehouse and continued to have at Leena's before they went to their rooms to sleep.

"I still stand by what I said," Myka said coldly.

"Well what you said is crazy and stupid," Pete mumbled around a mouthful of cookie.

"Do you really want to start this up again?" Myka barked. She could already feel her anger bubbling up to the surface.

"Yes, because we never actually finished our discussion the first time," Pete pointed out.

"Pete,that was not a discussion!" Myka exclaimed. "That was a way louder than a discussion, we were fighting."

"No we weren't."

"Yes we were."

"No."

"Yes."

"Okay are you two seriously fighting over whether or not you were fighting earlier?" Leena interrupted them.

"No," Pete said.

"Maybe," Myka said at the same time.

Leena sighed. "What were you even arguing about anyway?"

"Where Helena should stay while the FBI is in town," Myka told her.

"What were you thinking?" Leena asked Myka.

"Well she obviously can't stay here, so I was thinking the warehouse," Myka said with a pointed look at Pete.

"She's not staying at the warehouse!" Pete burst out. "Do you even realize how dangerous that could be?"

"Well where else is she going to go?" Myka said, matching Pete's voice level.

"Will you two please keep it down?" Leena said harshly. "In case you've forgotten, one of the BAU agents is here right now."

Myka and Pete continued to glare at each other. Leena sighed.

"Fine," Myka grumbled. "But we're continuing this conversation later."

"Of course we are," Pete said flatly.

Myka continued to eat her lunch while Pete did the same. Leena joined them at the table and they all sat in an awkward, angry silence.

"So are you any closer to finding it?" Leena asked, careful of her choice of words.

"We might be," Myka replied. "Artie's doing research now on possible... items that fit the criteria."

"Oh that's good," Leena said with a smile.

They lapsed into silence again. After a few minutes Pete said, "Where is she now?"

Myka was confused for a minute before realizing that Pete was talking about Helena.

"She's with Mrs. Fredrick," Leena said in a quiet voice. "They were here for a few minutes but left and I don't know where they went."

Pete nodded. Myka heard a door open and she -along with Leena and Pete- turned to the source. Agent Prentiss was standing there looking around. She was obviously waiting for someone.

"Leena, you never said it was Agent Prentiss who was here," Pete said in a hushed tone.

"Why does that matter?" Leena asked.

"Pete thinks he has a shot with her," Myka replied with fake enthusiasm.

"Oh I see... Well your presence in her life certainly wouldn't be a bad thing," Leena said with a shrug.

"Have I ever mentioned how creepy it is that you know that?" Pete said and grabbed a handful of cookies off the plate. Then Pete was getting up and making his way over to Agent Prentiss.

"Well this should be interesting," Myka mumbled.

Myka couldn't completely hear what was being said, but she interpreted things as best she could based on their body language. Prentiss looked annoyed as soon as Pete approached her and after he offered her a cookie -which she refused- she gave him the cold shoulder. Or at least she tried too. Pete just kept on talking, and talking, and talking. Finally almost five minutes later, Prentiss took the cookie Pete had offered her. A huge grin spread across his face at the small victory and Pete went back to the table.

"She so digs me," Pete said with a smirk.

"Pete, she only took the cookie to get you to go away," Leena pointed out.

"And she didn't even eat it," Myka said and pointed to the crushed cookie on the ground by Prentiss' foot.

Pete's face fell a little at the realization. "Well... I'm just one step closer to supper now," he said, looking on the bright side.

Myka rolled her eyes. "So what were you talking about?"

"Oh, nothing really." Pete shrugged.

"Alright whatever you say," Myka replied.

A black SUV pulled up in front of Prentiss and Agent Morgan got out and walked over to her. They talked for a moment, glanced back at Leena, Pete and Myka, then got into the vehicle and drove away.

"They know something," Myka said. "Did you guys see the look they gave us?"

"You're right," Pete agreed.

"We should get back to the warehouse," Myka said and quickly stood up. "And I'm driving," she added.

"Okay let's go," Pete said.

"Hey guys," Myka said as she entered the warehouse. "How's it going?"

"Oh perfect, you're back!" Artie exclaimed and turned back to the box he was going through.

"We've narrowed it down to four possible artifacts," Claudia told them.

"Sweet," Pete replied.

"Actually no, it's not," Artie corrected him. "The artifact could be on one of these four, meaning that there will still be three killer artifacts out there. Or it might not even be one of these."

"That's a good point," Myka agreed solemnly. "But we still think it's a knife that's the artifact right?"

"Yes, yes we do," Artie replied. "Aha!" he exclaimed and pulled a book from the box he was going through.

"What is that?" Myka asked as she went to get a closer look. She, Pete and Claudia all peered over Artie's shoulder as he flipped the pages.

"A book of all the best hunters and what they used as their choice of weapon," Artie informed them.

Artie stopped on a page, mumbled something and then kept going. After repeating this motion a few more times, he finally settled on a page.

"James 'Jim' Bowie," Pete read aloud.

"He was famous for his prowess with a knife and they named the Bowie Knife after him," Artie informed them. "He was killed in the Battle of the Alamo in 1836 and not all of his knives are in museums."

"Hey, that's it!" Claudia exclaimed and pointed to a picture of a knife.

"Okay," Myka said slowly as the wheels turned in her head. "If this is one of his knives, how did it get here?"

"That I cannot tell you," Artie said as he got up and went to the computer. "But what I can tell you is that this knife seems to be one of a kind. It was specially designed by our lovely friend here and he used it in the Battle that he died in."

"That still doesn't explain how it got here," Pete remarked.

"Well give me a minute and you'll get your answer," Artie snapped back. "Alright, it looks like Mr. Bowie has a relative living in Feather Head. Myka, take Claudia with you and see what she can tell us."

"Awesome!" Claudia exclaimed and went to grab her laptop.

"Wait, why can't I go?" Pete asked.

"I need your help here to try and figure out how the artifact works," Artie told him.

"Fine," Pete grumbled.

"Alright Claudia, let's head out," Myka said happily and they both left.

A/N: Hey guys. I'm so, so sorry for taking so long to update this. I know I said May, but then I had a ton of school projects and exams and shit like that. I never forgot about you guys though! I know this chapter is short; I really suck at managing my time...

I want to thank you all for sticking with me and putting up with the sparse updates. And I especially want to thank aperceptionisonlyaperception; your reviews really gave me the kick in the ass I needed to start working on this again! Thank you to all those who have favourited and alerted this story since my last update.

So what do you guys want to read in the next chapter? I can do the Criminal Minds side of the case or the Warehouse 13, so let me know.