Fic: Warehouse 13 AU
The Warehouse Takes on the Beach
"It's surveillance, Mykes, c'mon!" Pete whines.
"Lying on the beach, bikini-watching - and most likely rating - does not count as surveillance, Pete." Myka's arms were crossed where she stood above Pete on the sandy Hawaiian beach, Pete's sprawling, long-legged frame stretched out on a lounge chair.
"Pete, Myka, quit gawking, we've got another ping," Artie calls, rushing towards the Jeep with Claudia bounding after him.
"But I wasn't--" Myka tries to protest while getting in the Jeep, but the words get drowned out with a squeal of tires as they peel out.
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Determinedly, Claudia had dragged Pete out to try surfing lessons while Artie was trying to hear back from some contacts back in DC. The case was truly bizarro and they needed some information that Claudia couldn't unclassify. Myka was all settled on the beach chair in her swimsuit with hat, sunglasses, lengthy historical fiction novel, and about a bucket of sunscreen already on.
She settled back in the chair with a contented sigh.
....Only to feel water droplets splatter all over her and on the pages of her actual paper book.
Myka looked up, about to lash out and tell whomever it was to watch where they were splashing-- except that Pete just looked so bouncy and cute with the huge grin on his face like a little kid that just climbed Mt. Everest.
"Did you see us, Mykes?! Oh, my god, that wave was a monster, but Claud and I didn't wipe out! Oh, my god, it was amazing, you've got to try this!"
"Yeah, right, Pete. No way." Myka just smiled and let him jabber on, because she couldn't just cut off that enthusiasm, no matter how damp and salty her book was now.
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It's Artie who's hopping from display to display at the museum they find, Myka grinning and trying to read and keep up at the same time. They've left Pete and Claudia to their own devices, something about pineapples, they'd said when they left.
Meanwhile, here's Artie, a live wire, in his element, giving background on related artifacts to the items in the glass cases.
"Myka, Myka, look at this a traditional wooden javelin, they used for sport..." Artie went on, Myka just grinning and trying to absorb everything. Anybody else comes to Hawaii, you wouldn't think it would be for a history lesson, but Artie was in heaven right here.
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Claudia had found a quiet beach and was sinking her toes in the wet sand, thinking of an idea for a new artifact sorter, and simultaneously how beautiful the mathematical curve of each wave was, and floating around in there with the amazing sunset was how she hadn't ever really had a vacation as an adult and here she was in paradise
She walked through the waves, the breeze fluttering palm leaves as an afternoon sprinkle started. Grinning and yelping as she ran quicker through the waves - as she caught up to the spot where everyone was, she looked up at the sunset once more and there was a rainbow, plain as day.
"Myka, Pete, Artie!" she waved and then pointed at the rainbow for them to look, broad curve of a smile cutting across her face.
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Myka, Claudia, and Pete left the hotel the next day, walking to enjoy a last few days on the sunny, sandy beach now that the case was solved. They chattered about the fruity drinks, the leis - which Myka was taking home several as souvenirs - the food, and the amazing ocean. Claudia snapped photos with her phone - as if she hadn't taken a thousand already - "Digital record, guys, c'mon!" The breeze was refreshing, they could hear the waves crashing in rhythm...
And as they climbed over the bit of a slope before they could get on the beach, they all spotted Artie. In a beach chair. Myka was about to wave and call out but Pete put a hand in front of her, warning her not to.
The man - their venerated, grouchy, persnickety boss - had his toes wiggling in the sand. With a smile on his face.
They finally all knew the vacation was real.
"It's surveillance, Mykes, c'mon!" Pete whines.
"Lying on the beach, bikini-watching - and most likely rating - does not count as surveillance, Pete." Myka's arms were crossed where she stood above Pete on the sandy Hawaiian beach, Pete's sprawling, long-legged frame stretched out on a lounge chair.
"Pete, Myka, quit gawking, we've got another ping," Artie calls, rushing towards the Jeep with Claudia bounding after him.
"But I wasn't--" Myka tries to protest while getting in the Jeep, but the words get drowned out with a squeal of tires as they peel out.
------
Determinedly, Claudia had dragged Pete out to try surfing lessons while Artie was trying to hear back from some contacts back in DC. The case was truly bizarro and they needed some information that Claudia couldn't unclassify. Myka was all settled on the beach chair in her swimsuit with hat, sunglasses, lengthy historical fiction novel, and about a bucket of sunscreen already on.
She settled back in the chair with a contented sigh.
....Only to feel water droplets splatter all over her and on the pages of her actual paper book.
Myka looked up, about to lash out and tell whomever it was to watch where they were splashing-- except that Pete just looked so bouncy and cute with the huge grin on his face like a little kid that just climbed Mt. Everest.
"Did you see us, Mykes?! Oh, my god, that wave was a monster, but Claud and I didn't wipe out! Oh, my god, it was amazing, you've got to try this!"
"Yeah, right, Pete. No way." Myka just smiled and let him jabber on, because she couldn't just cut off that enthusiasm, no matter how damp and salty her book was now.
------------
It's Artie who's hopping from display to display at the museum they find, Myka grinning and trying to read and keep up at the same time. They've left Pete and Claudia to their own devices, something about pineapples, they'd said when they left.
Meanwhile, here's Artie, a live wire, in his element, giving background on related artifacts to the items in the glass cases.
"Myka, Myka, look at this a traditional wooden javelin, they used for sport..." Artie went on, Myka just grinning and trying to absorb everything. Anybody else comes to Hawaii, you wouldn't think it would be for a history lesson, but Artie was in heaven right here.
--------------
Claudia had found a quiet beach and was sinking her toes in the wet sand, thinking of an idea for a new artifact sorter, and simultaneously how beautiful the mathematical curve of each wave was, and floating around in there with the amazing sunset was how she hadn't ever really had a vacation as an adult and here she was in paradise
She walked through the waves, the breeze fluttering palm leaves as an afternoon sprinkle started. Grinning and yelping as she ran quicker through the waves - as she caught up to the spot where everyone was, she looked up at the sunset once more and there was a rainbow, plain as day.
"Myka, Pete, Artie!" she waved and then pointed at the rainbow for them to look, broad curve of a smile cutting across her face.
--------------
Myka, Claudia, and Pete left the hotel the next day, walking to enjoy a last few days on the sunny, sandy beach now that the case was solved. They chattered about the fruity drinks, the leis - which Myka was taking home several as souvenirs - the food, and the amazing ocean. Claudia snapped photos with her phone - as if she hadn't taken a thousand already - "Digital record, guys, c'mon!" The breeze was refreshing, they could hear the waves crashing in rhythm...
And as they climbed over the bit of a slope before they could get on the beach, they all spotted Artie. In a beach chair. Myka was about to wave and call out but Pete put a hand in front of her, warning her not to.
The man - their venerated, grouchy, persnickety boss - had his toes wiggling in the sand. With a smile on his face.
They finally all knew the vacation was real.