A/N: Each Chapter will be concerning a different episode.

We'll see how this goes. Honestly, I wish that I liked the show 'Intelligence' more for itself than I do, but, I do like thinking throughout the whole thing. 'Oh, here's what Myka would say to her after that', or that sorta thing. So, it's a crossover, but only sorta a crossover. (And yes, I know that the title is a little lame).

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"HG, you're good, really, I know you are. And..."

Pete looked up with relief as Myka came into the Inn's sitting room. "Oh. Thank all things Warehouse.. she's all yours pardner."

He retreated from the room as Myka joined Helena at the mantle. "She's okay Helena. She was shot, but it barely grazed her. She's okay. It's what we-" Myka paused, "-out there at least, it's the job. The Secrets Service's job is to step in front of the bulletts, the knives, and she's better at it then anyone agent I've ever known. You know all that-"

Helena looked over at Myka, "I do, but-"

Myka nodded as she put an arm around Helena and pulled her close, "It's harder when it's our daughter. I know."

"Why did we let her go?"

Myka shook her head, "I think that was your fault, going out into the world, trying to find her own endless wonder. Yes, definitely your fault."

Helena smiled just a bit, the reaction that Myka had been trying to get from her, "Oh, but, which one of us did she follow around every day of her life? Hmm?"

"Ah- I plead the fifth." Myka held up her phone, "Got a text from her- Alive. Tell Mom not to freak out.." Myka smiled, "And, for the record, she didn't just follow me around the Warehouse from the time she could walk, she followed Pete too, and Steve and Claudia. And Artie when she could get away with it."

Helena took the phone and seemed to study the screen with the same attention that she gave her non-working inventions. "She may well mean you-"

Myka kissed Helena and then rested her forehead against her wife's. "She means you Helena."

"Oh..." Artie cleared his throat, "Ah, I'm sorry- Myka, you and Pete- you have a ping."

Pete seemed to pop up from thin air, they were all older, after all, they'd been working at the Warehouse for decades together, but Pete still had the enthusiasm that amazed the rest of them. Sometimes the other agents wondered if he'd been accidentally exposed to one too many artifacts during his tenure at the Warehouse, and that was why he was still like a kid on a sugar high at Christmas. "Ready to go. Where are we going? DC?"

Helena turned and narrowed her eyes at Pete, "Peter."

Pete chuckled and threw an arm around Helena, "She's fine- we're all fine and good and dandy. Wanna come with?"

Artie frowned, "No. Pete, you and Myka are going to Midcoast Maine where someone is reporting the appearance of an entire forest where they claim a town used to be. Except, the town was only there for a year, and there had been forest before that. Steve and HG have inventory duty."

Pete groaned and whacked Helena on the back, "Sucks for you." And he was out of the room again.

Artie shook his head and met Helena's gaze, "I'll be in the Warehouse," and left the room as well.

Myka put a hand to Helena's cheek and met her eyes, "Will you be okay?"

Helena smiled, "Of course love, I just..."

"Christina." Helena nodded, "May I point out that Riley is an adult, and she has black belts in multiple disciplines, was taught Kenpo by... you, and is quite the sharpshooter as well?"

Helena held a hand up, "Alright, yes, yes."

"And on the other side of the scale, we're her mothers." Myka paused, "And, I think that she'd wonder if we didn't worry about her, no matter what we've seen or done, or no matter what we know she can do. So... I'm going to go to Maine, you're going to go to the Warehouse, and when I get back we'll make sure she finds time to talk to us, on the phone or Skype."

Helena took a deep breath and smiled, "I love you Myka Bering."

"I Love you too Helena G. Wells."