A/N: Okay... so this is not my best. It's a little choppy and I apologize for that. I'm still trying to figure some things out with writing style and technique... I don't have any, so I'm trying to learn as much as I can. Thank you all for your patience.

Sorry if this chapter isn't very good or to your liking... it is a little different so you'll have to excuse me. I hope it's okay. Not so much haha funny as it is snore snore boring... but the fun stuff is right around the corner so please hang in there and don't disappear.

Try to enjoy! :)

Helena paces through her bedroom, burning a hole through the hardwood flooring. She practically pulls her hair out with worry, thinking about Myka out there, hunting down an artifact without her.

Myka had only been gone for three hours, but the description of those women who were taken; they were just like Myka in almost every way, and although Myka hadn't danced for years, she was still a dancer, tall, in her 30's with green eyes. She was a target; and Helena was furious.

A knock on the door was not enough to bring the woman out of her current state, but Artie shouting her name was. She shook her head, walking out to the living room.

"Artie." She sighed, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"I'm returning this. It was in MY chair again." He said, stepping aside to reveal the youngest Bering-Wells.

"Only because Claudia was in mine." Sarah quickly added in her defense.

"This is my daughter, and it does have a name." Helena said, extending her arm out toward Sarah who instantly stepped into her embrace.

"Yeah grumpy bear." The teen laughed, looking up at her mother who now had a much more relaxed expression on her face. "It's okay mum, he's getting old."

"She's spending too much time with Claudia, and your mother is much older than I am." Artie said under his breath.

Helena huffed, eyeing Artie before looking at Sarah. "Darling, why don't you go work on that school project you were telling me about. I'll be in to help you in a minute." She shooed her daughter away, turning back to Artie and waving him in.

"Is everything okay H.G.?" The man stepped into the house, closing the door behind him, and followed Helena to the dining room table where they both sat down.

"I made tea. Would you like some?" Artie nodded and they both enjoyed a cup of hot tea in silence before Helena spoke again. "I'm worried about Myka. Artie why would you send her on this one? She is a perfect target for this artifact, her life is in danger. I know it, I can feel it!" She pulled back into a whisper, hoping Sarah wasn't listening. "Please. Bring her back and send me."

Artie looked over the woman in front of him; he rarely saw this side of her and knew that it took a lot for her to share this part of herself with anyone who wasn't Myka, but he couldn't pull Myka from the field now.

"I'm sorry H.G. I can't pull her off of this retrieval because you have a hunch... a... a feeling."

Helena dropped her head into her hands, defeated and scared. "I don't understand. Why wouldn't they send me? Why did it have to be her?" Helena's hands were now clenched around her mug, tears forcing their way out of stubborn brown orbs.

"The regents had some concerns about sending you out for an artifact like this." He stopped, taking in Helena's reaction. When she did nothing but lean forward a bit, he continued. "They feel that because of your past, your other life and what you did to end up bronzed; they didn't want to take a chance of you coming into contact with this artifact."

"So they put Myka's life in danger because they didn't want to face the possibility of me going mad?" Her eyebrows furrowed, in confusion, then narrowed in a silent fury that soon became too loud for her to keep to herself. "Artie, you know it was wrong of them to keep me off this mission because of my past. If anything happens to her, I won't need an artifact to show the regents just how mad I can be."

...

"Pete hurry up!" Myka was slightly annoyed, looking over at her partner who was ordering a hot dog from a side walk vendor.

"Chill Myke's, this is on my bucket list." Pete shoved half the hot dog into his mouth, mumbling some other nonsense.

"Okay, first of all, ew. Second, how is ordering food from every vendor you see in New York on your bucket list. That's what will end your bucket list Pete! Do you have any idea what you've been putting into your body!?"

"Bunmy chufst."

"Yummy stuff." Myka scoffed, turning and walking into the theatre.

"Wrer yr gring?" Pete asked just before he swallowed.

"To work! You coming?" Myka kept walking, Pete trailing behind as he inhaled the other half of the hot dog.

When they got into the theatre, Myka immediately spotted the director. "Hey Pete, why don't you go talk to him, I'll talk to the dancers."

"Okay." Pete didn't feel so hot, the cart food finally getting to him. He left Myka's side to talk to the director as Myka went on stage to talk to the dancers who were all in various stages of stretching and warming up.

"Excuse me, Myka Bering, Secret Service." Myka flashed her badge, drawing majority of the dancers toward her while some others who couldn't care less continued on with their stretches. "I have a few questions about some of the dancers from your company who went missing."

After almost an hour of questioning; avoiding the weird looks everyone gave her when she asked about non existent fudge smells and new strange things showing up in their lives, Myka called Pete up to join her; calling the three girls who were able to provide her with some information over to talk to them.

"Hey Mykes, the director was checking you out... as a dancer." Pete said poking his partners arm.

"She's a dancer?" One of the girls, Natalia said; only now fully taking in the agents posture and stance. "Yeah, I can see that."

Myka smiled, remembering the days she would be in ballet and figure skating; also remembering how much she'd rather be playing hockey or fencing, those sports would end up being her favorite activities in high school. "It's been a long time."

"Well, he was totally checking you out." Pete tapped his partners butt, earning himself an elbow to the ribs. "Ow..." He groaned, the three dancers standing there were trying desperately, and failing to stifle their laughter.

"Did you at least tell him I was married?" Myka laughed, then hit Pete when he didn't answer. "Pete!?"

"What? I had important questions to ask him, which, by the way went nowhere. He didn't know anything." Pete suddenly turned his attention to the three lovely ladies in front of him. "I'm guessing you had better luck. Hello ladies."

"Pete this is Natalia, Sam, and Karina. They may know something that can help us." Myka turned it over to the dancers.

"The girls from our company who disappeared... they were all acting weird about a guy called Carlos. He used to work here." Karina said, looking at her friends to continue.

Sam jumped in. "He was a stage crew member. He was kind of weird."

"How was he weird?" Pete crossed his arms examining the dancers, trying to feel any vibes and getting nothing.

"He was creepy. He started talking to the girls and he became obsessed with them... all of them. He started messing with them, leaving letters and flowers and stuff. Then one by one, they just started to disappear without a word." Natalia looked down, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Sometimes the girls in big companies like ours will do that. They'll just leave because it gets tough. Natalia has been here the longest. She's our Prima Ballerina and she takes care of everyone. So the girls leaving have been pretty hard on her." Sam put an arm around the older dancer, trying to comfort her.

"Do you guys know where we can find this Carlos? Do you know his last name?"

"No. He was just a part time crew member, we don't normally talk to them because we're so busy during shows. He was just really persistant you know, didn't want to be ignored."

"Thanks for your help girls. If we have any questions we'll be in touch, and if you find out anything else please call us." Myka handed them a card and turned away with Pete, both of them whispering into the farnsworth in the corner of the stage, relaying all the information they got to Claudia.

A man stood above the agents on the cat walk, staring down after listening to the entire converstation. He was intrigued, especially with the woman. "Myka." He whispered, examining the woman carefuly, already obsessing over her thick curly locks an pale skin, if only he could see the color of her eyes. He reached into the bag slung over his shoulder and pulled out a mask, focusing on Myka.

Pete's head snapped up from the Farnsworth, looking straight ahead.

"Pete? You okay?" Myka shook his arm.

"Sorry. Weird vibe." He cleared his head, something he was an expert at and returned to the task at hand as the vibe slowly started to fade.

...

Myka and Pete got back to the hotel that evening, calling it a day and getting some rest. The elevator doors closed and the two were alone.

"Did you hear that?" Myka asked, looking at her partner.

"Hear what?" Pete tried to listen, but it was dead silent.

"Never mind. I guess I'm just tired, we should get as much sleep as we can before we head out tomorrow, so no movies." Myka pointed at Pete before he could say anything. "I said no."

Pete huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Fine."

Myka didn't say anything after that, although she could still hear strange noises, voices, 'was that a piano?' she thought, the sound of classical music fluttering through her head. Pete didn't hear it, so she didn't say anything; not knowing that although he couldn't hear it, he knew something was happening.

Back in her room, Myka was finally able to call her wife and daughter. She pulled out her Farnsworth and got a hold of Helena, her stomach fluttering when she saw the Brit's beautiful face on the screen.

"Myka." Helena sighed, taking in the state of her wife, just happy that she was safe.

"Hey baby. Is Sarah still up?"

"She fell asleep. We've been working on a school project all night. You want me to wake her? She misses you."

"It's okay, let her sleep but give her a kiss for me." Myka started tearing up, the noises swimming around in her head were quieter, but still present. She shook her head, trying to sort through her thoughts.

"Myka are you okay?" Helena leaned in closer to the screen.

"Yeah. I just got a little light headed earlier and some weird stuff started happening."

"Artifact related? You didn't come into contact with anything did you?" Helena tugged at the tips of her hair, worrying her bottom lip, a habit she picked up from her wife.

"No. I didn't touch anything, it's not artifact related. Just been hearing things, but that could just be exhaustion. If it gets worse, I'll let you know."

"Okay. You should get some sleep. Get this artifact darling and come home... please."

"I will. I promise Helena. I love you."

"I love you Myka."

That night would prove to be a tough night for the agent to get through. Myka found herself tossing and turning in her sleep, waking up a few times drenched in sweat. Something was pulling at her, and no matter how hard she was trying to resist it, it kept pulling, dragging her further and further away from herself until she was no longer in control.

...

A few hours later, Pete burst through the door of Myka's room, his vibes had him feeling sick to his stomach. "Myka!" She was no where to be seen. He searched the room, top to bottom... nothing. "Mykes!" His Farnsworth went off. "Myka?"

"Dude what is going on!?" Claudia popped onto the screen. "H.G. stormed into my room and asked me to pull up the effects of the artifact on the victims, freaked and left. She'll be there soon. What happened?"

"I think... I think Myka got whammied." Pete's heart started to race, he felt helpless. "She took her Farnsworth. Claude can you trace it?"

"Already on it." Claudia typed away, beeps and bloops could be heard clearly on Pete's end as he waited; impatiently pacing back and forth. "Oh..."

"What is it!?"

"I got her at an abandoned warehouse. Abandoned warehouses in the middle of nowhere are not good Pete."

"We work in one."

"No jokes dude! Get to the airport and wait for H.G. I'll send you directions."

...

Pete pulled up to the airport in time to see the rage on his partners wifes face. 'How did she get past airport security?' he thought as the woman threw her bag in the back seat. "H.G.?" He addressed the woman carefuly, not knowing what could happen.

"Claudia filled me in on the plane. Drive." Helena kept her gaze straight forward the entire time, counting the ways she would hurt the man who used an artifact on her wife.

Okay. Sorry about the abrubt ending, but that's how it goes. I'm gonna have the part three up and then we'll see what happens after that. This chapter is the reason I didn't want to do an artifact retrieval... so little B&W. Don't worry though, if you stick with it, we'll get to the good stuff in a little bit. I promise some fluff and smut is in the near future.

Please review and feel free to make suggestions. Always want to learn how I can improve. Thank you and love you all. XO