Welcome to my latest offering of a story.

Please feel free to comment, critique and criticize, even request, if you like.
This story is in progress, but I hope to get a healthy flow of chapters out to you. Here's my first bit of fluff to get it going.
Edited by Kendralynora. Thanks.

"Gesundheit." Myka Bearing said to her partner after his sneeze, and hoping to change the subject, but she had no such luck.

"All I'm saying is that me knowing as much as I do about football should be worth as much as you knowing what you do about books." Pete Lattimer's slightly nasally voice filled the umbilicus with his passionate argument.

Curley haired, suit clad Myka, who was every bit the bookworm that her obnoxious counterpart was accusing her to be, glared at him. "Pete! Knowing the name of the, the names of the players and their…stats," She nearly spat out at him as she gestured with her one arm; her other crossed tightly across her chest, "Is not the same as knowing the best authors in literature!"

"Yes! Yes it is!" Pete emphatically replied. His boyish eyes conveyed his conviction. "You see? You know all kinds of things about books and, and old stuff, and I know all kinds of things about, you know, more current stuff," He patted his t-shirt clad chest.

Myka tilted her curly brunette head, "How is the, the… who's the cowguy?"

"The Cowboys? They're from Dallas."

Myka huffed and stopped walking in the white, round hallway, "No, the gun guy. For the- your team."

It was Pete's turn to tilt his head in confusion, "My- the Browns? Are you talking about Colt McCoy?"

Myka waved her hand, palm up at him. "Yes! Him! How is knowing that Colt guy's name an advantage to you?"

Pete was ready with a retort, "Beeecauuuse that is basic knowledge. What guy doesn't know Colt McCoy?" He finished with both hands out to the side as if explaining the very basics of male interaction.

"Okay! Okay, wait." Myka pointed a long finger at Pete. "Well, did you know that the Titans are from mythology? That's literature." Pete huffed like he wasn't convinced so Myka continued to press the point of her argument. "Okay, and, and the Baltimore Ravens; they took that name because Edgar Allan Poe died in Baltimore, so they took the Raven as a mascot from his poem."

Pete froze when he got a thoughtful look on his face, "Okay- I, I didn't know that."

"Ha!" Myka's face lit up in victory. She pushed by her stunned partner to press her credentials to the access panel and let it scan her iris. The secure door to the Warehouse and Artie's office hissed open and the pair reported in for work.