A/N: Alright, this is my first attempt at FanFiction ever, so please reviews are necessary! If this completely sucks, I would appreciate it if someone told me so I wont continue to embarrass myself. Hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I have writing it, thanks again

The Voices We Fear

The team of agents did all but crawl into the lobby of the hotel after their latest mission, Artie had sent all five agents out to Ohio to retrieve the newest artifact that was causing its victims to spontaneously combust. After a week of hunting the lighter down, they were able to neutralize it without too much harm being done.

"Man I am beat!" Pete managed to get out before yawning.

"Me too" Claudia echoed "there is nothing that could come between me, a hot shower and my be... Ohh all you can eat pancakes!" She quickly veered to the right towards the giant sign leading into the restaurant.

"What? Where?" Pete followed closely behind, tripping over his own feet.

"You guys in?" Steve called to the two agents pulling up the rear.

"Helena, I promise I am fine." Myka told her friend for the hundredth time.

"Your not fine darling, you have a bump on your head the size of a lemon." Pulling down the ice pack Myka held against her head, the Victorian inspected the already forming bruise around her friend's temple. The blow to her head wasn't the worse injury she has ever received in the field by far but it still was no picnic.

"Are you sure you don't want to go get this looked at?" Helena carefully ran her fingers over the injury, the cold from her hands dulled the throbbing slightly.

"No I'll be fine, just need some Tylenol and some sleep, just watch I'll be back to normal in the morning."

Accepting defeat Helena sighed "Alright, but if anything changes you tell me right away ok Myka?"

"Yes mom."

"Yes well, come along you need to eat something" Helena linked arms with the younger agent, steering her towards the restaurant where the others were.

"You go ahead, I'm going to call Artie to check in first."

"Would you like company?" Helena inquired.

"No go ahead, I will only be a minute" pulling her Farnsworth from her pocket, already putting in Artie's frequency.

Helena stared at her friend for a minute about to insist she stay but deciding against it, she headed into the restaurant. "Do hurry darling, I don't know how long I can put up with them" she motioned over to the table occupied with their friends. Pete and Claudia were chanting "Pancakes, pancakes, pancakes" and banging their silverware on the table while Steve gave a sympathetic shrug to their approaching waitress. Myka could only laugh as she waited for Artie to answer.

"Did you get it?" Artie barked as soon as his face popped on the screen.

"Well hello to you too Artie, we are fine thanks for asking, exhausted and a little banged up but overall pretty good" she plastered a fake cheesy grin across her face.

"Yes sorry, hello Myka I am glad to hear everyone is ok. Now, has the artifact been apprehended?"

Myka held up the silver neutralizing bag "snagged and bagged".

"Always good to hear" Artie answered, obviously distracted by something in the office, "Your flight is scheduled to leave before the blizzard is supposed to hit. Be careful and get back here as soon as possible with the lighter."

"Oh we actually thought we would leave that here" she couldn't help herself.

Glaring into the screen "You have been hanging around Pete too much" he mumbled as he hung up.

Myka chuckled to herself as she closed her Farnsworth, she could not wait to be back at the B&B, sleeping in her own bed and surrounded by all her books. Pete had put a limit on how many books she was allowed to bring with her on their missions because he complained it made her suitcase too heavy. Luckily, Helena allowed her to sneak some books into her luggage without Pete knowing. Lost in thought, imagining herself in bed with a hot cup of tea and her latest literary choice, she was unaware of the gentleman making his way towards the front doors until she ran into him, jarring her head. Grimacing, she quickly caught her balance "I am so sorry" she chuckled "I am in my own world tonight." The older man laughed, "that's alright young lady" he wrapped his coat tighter around himself "you have a good night" he smiled and headed towards the doors.

Myka turned and continued on towards the restaurant but stopped abruptly when she kicked something across the floor. Retrieving it she quickly followed the older gentleman," Excuse me sir but you dropped your...necklace?" Confused she held up an elaborately adorned woman's necklace.

"Of yes, thank you" he smiled as he stuffed it into his pocket, pushing through the doors.

"That was weird" Myka thought as she followed the squeals from inside the restaurant.

"Is it done?" The deep voice on the other end of the line questioned.

"Yes, contact has been made sir" the older man from the lobby replied, watching Myka cross towards the restaurant. Tucking the necklace back into its box, the deep voice echoed "Good."

"What now sir?"

"Now we wait."