A/N: Sorry guys! I've been swamped since I got back to school. I know, I know...lameee but I am going to try to be better at updating. Like I said though, hopefully my updates will be longer as well. I think the next one I should be able to post up in 2 weeks. I hope y'all enjoy this while you wait!

"So, how did you guys find me if Helena didn't tell you?" Artie asked as he picked up a croissant Leena had left for them. He stuffed his mouth before placing his files in his bag.

Pete smiled and straightened his back as he answered. "Well, we gleaned what we needed from the-" Myka rolled her eyes.

"Mrs. Fredric told you didn't she?"

"Hey, she's a scary lady," Pete admitted as he grabbed his own croissant and stood up. "I think if we didn't find something, she would've glared us to death. I am surprised she's not mad at Helena for up and leaving the warehouse to get you." Myka tried not to seem overly interested in Helena being mentioned. But she was curious. "How did she find you anyways?"

Artie stopped biting his croissant and swallowed. He opened his mouth before closing it. He hesitated before answered, "Helena has amazing deduction skills. What can I say? That's why we keep her around." Myka stared at Artie curiously.

"She's a modern day Sherlock," Pete joked as he stood up. "Do you think we can get her to say, 'It's elementary my dear Watson'?" His poor English accent made Myka laugh and slap him gently in his stomach. "Anyways, I'm guessing that you want that report on your desk tomorrow, so I am going to go write it up now."

"As if you'd start that now," Myka said as Pete left the room. He smiled brightly, knowing full well that the report wasn't going to get done, before disappearing up the stairs. Artie stood up as well.

"I should be getting back to the warehouse," Artie informed as he shut his bag. "Helena is up to god knows what and I have to make sure she doesn't break anything."

Myka bit the bottom of her lip as she stood up with Artie. She crossed her arms. She didn't know why she was uncomfortable. It wasn't like she didn't know Artie relatively well by now. She had been working much more closely with him than Helena. That was the issue. It was Helena. She wanted to know about Helena. Helena was not ordinary as Myka learned. She was at a different level, functioning, thinking, doing. Even the way she was regarded and treated by Mrs. Fredric and Artie was different from herself and Pete.

"Artie," she started and he turned around in response, "who is Helena?"

Artie nudged his glasses, knowing what Myka meant. He had done well with avoiding the subject for this long, waiting for Helena to just come clean. "Myka, I know as much as you want some answers about Helena, it's best if they come from her," Artie answered, feeling a bit of regret as Myka's expression fell.

"Do you think she'll ever tell us?"

"Helena hasn't had a partner in the warehouse for ages. Trust me kid, it'll take time."

Myka opened her mouth but Artie had begun walking out of the room. When he got to the door he stopped with a second thought.

"Myka, she'll come around," he promised before leaving Myka on her own.

When Artie returned to the warehouse, he found Helena typing at his computer.

"Got another ping?" he asked as he put his bag down to pull out the report he had drafted. He moved towards the filing cabinets.

"I am not sure yet, but I think I will check it out," Helena answered without looking at him.

"I thought you were going to take a few days off to work in your lab?"

"I change my mind. After being locked in there, it reminded me why I prefer hunting for artifacts."

Artie pursed his lips knowing that Helena had been trapped in the dark when Claudia had broken in. "Alright, fair enough," he said as he moved to open the filing cabinet behind him. He paused and Helena immediately said, "It's in the third drawer."

"Thank you." He opened the drawer and deposited his report in where Helena's completed one had been. He walked over to his desk and leaned against it while Helena looked intently at her computer. "What did Mrs. Frederic say?"

Helena stopped typing and leaned back in her seat. She rubbed her eyes. "She's informed us that Claudia has come across too much information concerning the warehouse and must be dealt with accordingly." Artie sighed and scratched his head. "Don't worry, I think she'll be a great addition."

"Excuse me?" Artie was surprised at the suggestion. "We don't take in strays. Let alone children who break into a secret government facility."

Helena let out a light laugh. "I know you worry for her but she has a lot of potential." Artie scoffed in disbelief.

"She's young, she won't be ready," Artie said causing Helena to smirk. "Why are you smirking?"

"You'll come around," she said knowingly.

Artie hushed her jokingly, knowing that she was probably right. "Did you get reprimanded, troublemaker?"

The woman smiled brightly at him. "Surprisingly, the only thing she reprimanded me for was bothering her when I had the situation under control. She is perfectly fine with letting Agents Lattimer and Bering flounder and research for answers of their own, just when it's better for her schedule."

Artie lightly laughed. "You are a good resource. Why didn't you tell them?"

"Didn't feel the need to."

"Well, you should. They've been here for a few months now, they could use a mentor."

"They'll be fine with Mrs. Frederic and you teaching them." Helena clicked a few keys to print her notes. She tried to hold back the bitter tone in her voice but failed.

Artie knew that Helena was holding back from her, so he had decided to try a different approach. "Myka has been asking about you." Helena's attention was grabbed at the mention of Myka. Artie picked up on it and smiled. "I know that you like her." The Englishwoman quickly looked away and shrugged like a child. "Look, Helena, I know it's been awhile since we've had anyone join us at the warehouse, but Pete and Myka are here to stay for awhile. They both deserve to know who you are."

"Arthur," Helena sighed. "Who I am, right here, right now, is all that matters. My past is just a memory."

"Do you really think that? You can't tell me that is true because it's why you're still here today. Your past is what led you here now. Look, Helena, Leena and I have been your family, but now Pete and Myka are too."

Helena crossed her arms. "I don't do domestic."

"Stop running," Artie said as he affectionately pat her head. He turned around, noticing her papers had finished printing. He picked them up, flipped through them quickly, before handing them to her. "If you do leave tonight, at least leave me a message okay?"

She plucked the papers out of his hands and simply said with a mischievous smile, "No promises."

Helena walked into the B&B trying to balance things ungracefully. She had a small duffle bag in one hand while her other hand held maps that were bending incorrectly as she tried to balance her jacket on her arm.

Leena walked to the foyer to see who had entered. She smiled at the older woman and reached out to grab the maps. "You were always clumsy," she said as she brushed Helena's stray hair out of her face.

"Thank you, darling," Helena said, regaining her composure. "I know I am a little late for dinner, but is there any chance, I might have something to eat?"

Leena smiled at her. "Of course," she said as she led the way to the kitchen. The owner placed the maps down on the island and gestured for Helena to sit on the stool. "Did you want fish fingers and custard today?" she asked as she opened the fridge.

Helena smiled brightly. She rubbed her stomach and contemplated the suggestion. "Hmmm, whatever you have leftover from dinner will do."

Leena nodded and pulled out a plate that was wrapped with tin foil. "I figured you wouldn't complain. After all, at least you are getting food." She unwrapped the dish and revealed a healthy portion of pasta to reheat in the microwave.

"I've grown quite accustomed to your food, Leena, there hasn't been a dish that I don't enjoy," Helena complimented with a smirk. Leena rolled her eyes and smiled in return.

"You don't need to charm me Helena," Leena said as the microwave beeped. "Save that for someone who will actually fall for it." She pulled it out and placed it before Helena with a fork and turned to boil some water.

"I am not charming you," Helena protested as she picked up her fork. "I am merely giving credit where its due. Because you are correct, without you, I would not eat."

Leena smiled at the woman affectionately. She tilted her head as she watched Helena eat, her demeanor had changed. "What is it?" she inquired seeing the agent's aura change. Helena didn't say anything and continued to eat. "Are you leaving again? Artie, told me you were staying for awhile." She frowned.

"It'll be a shorter trip," Helena reasoned as she stuffed her mouth. Leena was right, she hadn't been there long. After all, it was barely two days since she recovered Joshua's Trumpet.

"Helena, you need to rest. You can easily give the case to Myka and Pete."

"They wouldn't know what to look for."

"Then what is the rush? Didn't you say yourself? Artifacts take time to reveal themselves? You only go hunting when there is still slight suspicions."

"This is a special one."

"How so?" Helena didn't answer as she continued to eat. Leena narrowed her eyes. "You think it has something to do with him?"

"Quite possibly."

"Helena..."

"Please don't do that. He taught me that I can't just sit idly by while something can be done. I do things." Helena sighed deeply. She put her fork down and rubbed her forehead. "Besides, it isn't as if I can turn it off. My mind doesn't stop thinking and I have the right to put it to good use."

"Hmm, if you say so." Leena knew better than to argue with Helena. It's not like she listened to anyone. The tea kettle she had placed on the flame whistled. "Should I make something strong?"

Helena finished the last of her pasta and stood up. "Absolutely." She leaned across the island and kissed Leena on the cheek. "Thank you!" She grabbed her maps, jacket, and duffle bag before bounding up the stairs.

Helena tossed her jacket onto her bed before depositing the maps on her desk and her duffle in her chair. She stretched her back before moving to the closet. She pulled out a small luggage, big enough to pack for a few days.

"So you're leaving again."

Helena turned quickly to the door and found Myka standing there leaning against the doorframe. She had her arms crossed as she stared around the room. Helena suddenly felt a tug at her heart.

"I am."

"Do you ever tell anyone that you're leaving? Or are you just not used to it?" Myka let the words fall out of her mouth without a second thought. She bit her bottom lip, it wasn't like Helena was hers or anything.

"The world doesn't stop turning, Myka; there are a lot of adventures out there to be had." Helena smiled again. It was becoming a signature, Myka came to realize, when Helena didn't want to talk about something.

Myka walked into the room, much more boldly than she had done compared to the first month. "Where are you going this time, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Somewhere dangerous, possibly life threatening?" Helena offered as a joke. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out some articles of clothing before placing it in her bag.

Myka smiled. "Aren't all of our jobs like that?"

"Well, I suppose it is. I just have a little more unconventional ways of doing things."

"Really? Do tell." Myka added playfully as she sat down next to Helena's luggage.

Helena looked into Myka's green eyes. She could tell Myka was boring into her soul as she stared back. She pursed her lips. It had been awhile since she had a partner. Companions, one in awhile. A partner was another story.

"I could tell you stories for days, darling," Helena flirted. She felt connected to Myka. Since the first day, she could tell something about Myka was special. To her. Despite her disposition to push Myka away, she couldn't help but ask, "You could, of course, come with me?"