A/N: Much love to veryjaneeyre for the read through.

Logan awoke with a groan to the sound of his phone vibrating across his bedside table. He reached out and grabbed it before it could clatter right off the surface. He opened one eye, still half asleep, and tried to focus on the lit screen. It took all of his concentration to swipe his thumb across the screen to accept the call and pressed it to his ear.

"Wha?"

"Mitchell, get your ass back to headquarters."

Logan blinked in surprise at the gruff tone. He hadn't expected to hear Gustavo's voice on the other side. Gustavo never called him directly. He always had Kelly relay any messages or orders he had for Logan.

"Huh? Why? What happened?" he asked, voice still groggy with sleep. He rubbed at his eye with the heel of his hand, trying to rub the sleep out of it.

"No questions. Kelly will fill you in when you get here," was all Gustavo said before silence followed.

Logan pulled the phone away from his ear and squinted at the bright screen flashing 'call ended' at him. He stared down at his phone in irritation at being hung up on. His first instinct was to roll over and go back to sleep. Whatever it was could wait until the morning. Except it obviously couldn't if Gustavo was calling him at, he glanced at his bedside clock, three o'clock in the morning.

He let out a sigh and with another groan, rolled out of bed. He dressed quickly, pretty much running on autopilot, barely taking the time to wash his face and brush his teeth to properly wake himself before he was out the door.

Sometimes he wondered what his life would've been like if he hadn't been recruited into the Supernatural Crimes Division, if he'd finished medical school instead. He'd probably have a lot more late night wake up calls that was for sure.

He tried to be grateful for that as he climbed into his car.

It wasn't like he was unhappy with his life or anything. He liked his job for the most part. It was interesting and he still got some of the same satisfaction he imagined he'd get with being a doctor, that sense of accomplishment that came with doing something good for the world. It wasn't the same, not by any means, but it was still better than nothing.

If he was honest with himself, he knew that being able to read minds in such a busy place as a hospital would probably have driven him crazy eventually. He could control it pretty well now, but it was hard and took a lot of focus to keep his mind guarded at all times and even still, sometimes he slipped.

As a child, he couldn't control it at all. Everyone's thoughts would just clamber into his mind and he would respond to them without thinking about it. His parents were confused at first, but when they realized what was wrong with him, they urged him to keep it quiet, to not let anyone know what he could do. It was hard for him. He had to pay extra attention to make sure that he only responded to the things people said and ignored everything else.

Logan hated it. He hated being different from everyone else, hated having other people's thoughts in his head. He had trouble at school once he started going. Everything was so loud and he didn't know how to block out the other kids' thoughts. He eventually started to refuse to go, crying and begging his mom to let him stay home until his parents finally decided to homeschool him.

At home, his mother taught him, not only the things he needed to learn for school, but she also helped him learn how to control his ability. As he grew older, he was able to block out other people's thoughts by thinking of white noise and as time went by, he was able to just do it. It was mentally straining, but it was worth the exhaustion if he could have a quiet moment in his own head at last.

When it came time for him to enter high school, he decided to go. By then he felt confident enough in his control that he wasn't worried about being overwhelmed by the other students.

He was surprised, however, by how hard it was to keep his mental block up during school, especially during tests. Those were the hardest for him to endure. Everyone was thinking so loudly, answers coming at him from every which way, some of them right, some of them wrong. He ignored them the best he could. He didn't want to be a cheat. He knew he was smart, smarter than most of the people in his class. He didn't need to cheat.

He hated how tempting it was anyway, to just get the answers from someone else's head. He knew he was better than that, but he still couldn't help but wonder why he was given this power if he wasn't able to use it.

It was a constant thought all through high school, but it wasn't until he was in college that he finally found out why he was able to read minds along with discovering another ability.

It happened so fast, Logan had a hard time really remembering it detail for detail. All he remembered was being slammed into the dirty brick wall, the air getting knocked out of his lungs. He remembered gasping for air and a hand closing around his throat while something sharp and pointed pressed against the soft skin under his jaw.

He had panicked, arms flailing in fear to push against his attacker's chest. All he could think was that he didn't want to die, so he didn't notice the warmth gathering in his fingers, not until his entire hand was tingling with it.

The next thing he knew, there was a light that seemed to come out of nowhere, bright and blinding. He turned his face away, eyes shut tight, and thrust his hands forward. His attacker screamed, and suddenly he was free. He barely took the time to see his attacker fall to the ground before he took off running.

He ran as fast as he could until he was back at his apartment. Once inside, he leaned against the door, gasping for air. His heart was racing, thundering loudly in his chest. He was glad he lived alone because he didn't think he'd be able to explain what had happened to anyone just then. After a few moments, he finally managed to calm down enough to venture further into his apartment.

He walked around, feeling jittery and anxious. His hands were shaking and he ran them through his hair, rubbed his face, smoothed down his shirt, anything to keep them occupied.

He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and stared into it. His fingers tapped a nervous beat against the top of the fridge door. He wasn't hungry so he reached in and grabbed a bottle of water, closing the fridge door afterward. He leaned against the counter and started to unscrew the cap. He paused halfway, staring down at his hands.

What had happened back there? That light had come out of nowhere...

His hands started shaking again. He placed the water bottle on the counter behind him and held them up in front of him, staring at the back of his hands before he turned his wrist to look down at his palms. He closed them into fists, opening them slowly only to close them once more.

Had he done that?

He shook his head and let his hands fall back by his side.

No, he couldn't have. That was impossible. Being able to hear a person's thoughts was one thing, but being able to shoot light beams out of his hands was just ridiculous.

With another shake of his head, he grabbed his water and headed to his bedroom to get ready for bed. He went to sleep and tried to put the entire night out of his mind.

He didn't hear anything about the incident until the next evening. He had spent the day feeling jumpy and paranoid. He even took a detour on his way to school so he wouldn't have to pass by the alleyway. But that night when he turned on the news, they were talking about it. About the burned body they found in the alley.

He watched in shock, eyes wide and mouth parted. He'd had a feeling that the man was dead, but he hadn't wanted to believe it, still couldn't believe it. But it was the same alley so that meant...

He had killed someone.

He glanced down at his hands and flexed them slowly, opening and closing them repeatedly.

But how? He didn't even know he could do something like that. It was an accident. Self-defense. He couldn't-

His stomach flipped at the thought. He had killed someone. Someone was dead now because of him.

That was the complete opposite of what he wanted to do with his life. He was going to be a doctor. Doctors saved lives, they didn't take them away.

His stomach lurched and before he knew it, he was running to his bathroom, kneeling over the toilet as his dinner made a reappearance. He heaved until there was nothing left, and sat against the tub, knees pulled up to his chest, face pressed against them, breath coming in short, shuddery gasps.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do now. How was he supposed to go on with his life after this? It didn't matter that that man would've hurt him or worse. It didn't matter that it was an accident. He had killed someone. That's all he could think about.

He sat in his bathroom like that for a long time until he was able to get his breathing under control and the pressure behind his eyes eased then disappeared completely. When he was sure he wasn't going to burst into tears, he got to his feet and as he washed his face and brushed his teeth, he wished he had somebody to call, if only just to distract him.

But he had always been a loner, never able to make any kind of connection with his peers. Sure, there were people that he spoke to in class and he was part of a study group that met every Wednesday night at the library but he wouldn't consider any of them friends.

And that's how he'd always liked it.

Until now.

Logan kept to himself for the next few days, more so than he usually did. He tried not to let the guilt of what he'd done show on his face, but he still felt like everyone knew about it. He tensed every time he passed by a cop or security guard on campus. It felt like everyone was watching him, but he knew he was just being paranoid. He kept an eye on the news, but they didn't mention the body again, and after a few days, he finally relaxed enough to stop looking over his shoulder every other minute.

He woke up almost a week later to someone pounding on his front door. He didn't know who it could be, no one ever visited him, and his mother always called when she was planning to stop by. He figured it was probably just someone trying to sell him something he didn't need and ignored it, rolling over in bed and pulling the blankets over his head.

The knocking persisted and only seemed to get louder with each passing moment. With a frustrated groan, Logan flung the blankets away and rolled out of bed. He ran a hand through his hair with one hand and rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the other as he dragged his feet across the carpet.

Groggily, he opened the door a crack. He was surprised to see a pretty young woman standing on the other side, dressed in a nice suit. She didn't look any older than he was.

"Uh, yes?"

The woman beamed brightly at him. "Hi! Are you Logan Mitchell?"

"Um, yeah, that's me," he said and straightened, opening the door a little further.

She smiled at him, lips tinted a light pink, and flashed him a badge. "Special Agent Camille Roberts. Can I ask you some questions?"

Logan blinked in surprise, shoulders pulling back subtly. He gripped the doorknob tightly and licked his suddenly dry lips. "Wha- About what?"

"There was an incident that happened a couple blocks from here sometime last week."

Logan's heart pounded in his chest. Did she know? How could she know? "What about it?" he asked shakily, then immediately regretted it. He wondered if he should've played dumb.

The woman smiled softly. "Please, Mr. Mitchell, can I come in?"

He wanted to say no, slam the door in her face and climb back into bed, forget the whole thing happened, but it wouldn't solve anything, wouldn't change the fact that he was a murderer, and would only make him look suspicious in the end.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he said and pulled the door open wider, shuffling away from the door to let her in.

Agent Roberts smiled at him and stepped in. Logan closed the door behind her and then led the way over to the living room. "What is it that you need from me?" he asked, watching as she took a seat in his armchair before he sat down on the couch.

She looked up at him and smiled, hands folded in her lap. "Do you know what happens with the truly bizarre cases?" she asked after a few moments of silence.

Logan blinked at her in surprise. Of all the things he expected her to say, that was nowhere on the list. "Huh?"

"When there is no logical explanation for the cause of a crime, it's turned over to my department."

Logan felt a ball of panic settle in his stomach. His palms felt clammy and he clasped his hands together in his lap to keep them from trembling. "What do you mean?" he asked but had a feeling he knew.

He concentrated on reading her mind, wanting to know what she knew. He'd never tried to get into someone's head before, wasn't even sure he could. His entire life had been focused on keeping everyone else out, but he was desperate, and it didn't hurt to try.

I know what you are.

Logan's eyes widened in disbelief, and he sat back, suddenly, mouth gaping.

Agent Roberts leaned forward, a small grin on her face. "Are you reading my mind right now?"

"Wha- But-" Logan sputtered out, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence.

Agent Roberts suddenly laughed. You are so cute.

"Don't," Logan said, hand coming up to cover his mouth. It was too much. He'd kept his secret so close and for so long that to have someone just laugh about it was too much for him to handle.

The agent suddenly sobered, face crumpling with concern. "Are you okay?" she asked, leaning forward to touch his arm lightly.

Logan took a few deep breaths and nodded. "Ye-yeah, I'm…" he paused to take another deep breath. "I'm fine."

"You don't look fine. Do you want me to get you a glass of water?"

Logan shook his head sharply. "No, I'm good. Really. Sorry about that. I'm just- How did you know?" he asked, feeling vulnerable and helpless.

Agent Roberts laughed softly, leaning back in the chair again. "We checked your family tree," she said simply.

Logan's brows furrowed in confusion. "My family tree?"

"You don't know?" she asked in surprise, brows raising slightly.

"Know what?"

"You have fairy blood," she replied, like it was something Logan should've known.

Logan stared in disbelief, mouth gaping for the second time that morning. "Excuse me?"

"You're a fairy! Well, part fairy anyway."

Logan wasn't sure how to respond to that. "A fairy?" He repeated skeptically.

"Yeah! You know, like the fair folk?"

"Are you- Is this some kind of joke?"

"No, no! It's not a joke. You're not human, Logan. Not completely. One of your ancestors was a fairy and that blood has been passed down through the centuries. You're actually the first in your family in a really long time. Probably why you didn't know, your parents probably don't even know. It happens that way sometimes."

Logan gaped at her. She looked and sounded so serious. He almost wished she was playing some kind of joke on him. The alternative was a lot more worrying. "You're crazy!"

"It's the truth!"

Logan breathed deeply, trying to stay as calm as possible. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave now."

"I'll prove it to you!"

"How?"

She didn't respond but then she didn't have to say anything. Before Logan knew what was happening, she began to change and grow smaller, and in just a few seconds, a cat was sitting in the same spot Agent Roberts had been sitting.

Logan's mouth open and closed in shock as she changed back.

"Now do you believe me?" she asked, a smug smile on her face.

Logan stared at her for a few moments before he pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes. "I think I've gone insane," he muttered to himself. "This is some kind of nervous breakdown or something. You're not real. This can't be real."

It's real, Logan.

Logan shook his head, closing his eyes tightly, trying to block her out of his head. He opened his eyes after a few moments and sighed. "I think I need that glass of water now," he said, lurching to his feet.

Logan grabbed two waters from his fridge and offered one to Agent Roberts. She shook her head, declining and he shrugged, putting one back into the fridge. He leaned against the counter by the fridge, hands gripping the plastic bottle tightly in both hands.

"Just because you're a, you're a," he faltered, hand flapping nervously in her direction. He didn't even know what she was, couldn't even begin to guess what she was.

"Shapeshifter," she supplied helpfully, but he ignored her, continuing on as if she hadn't spoken.

"Doesn't mean I'm a…" he trailed off, shaking his head. He couldn't even say it. It was too ridiculous to even admit to himself. He twisted the cap off the bottle and gulped down half its contents quickly.

Roberts had sat down at the table and was watching him in amusement. "We could get you tested if you want."

"I've had my blood tested before. Nothing strange has shown up. Don't you think my doctors would've noticed if my blood wasn't human?"

Roberts shrugged. "You're more human than not, Logan. You have to be looking for them to see the abnormalities."

Logan sighed and slumped against the counter. "So, what now? Are you going to arrest me?"

"For killing that man in the alley? I'm sure you had a very good reason for killing him, right?"

"It was an accident! I didn't even know I could do that! And he probably would've killed me if I hadn't killed him first!" Logan blurted out, hands flying out, almost dropping his water in the process. He barely managed to keep his grip on it, the plastic crinkling noisily in his hand.

Agent Roberts held her hands up, eyes widening a fraction. "Whoa, calm down. We know. We've already linked him to a few other crimes in the area. And after meeting you, it's easy to see you're not a killer, Logan," she said gently.

Logan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Okay, so why are you here then?" he asked, looking at her.

The agent smiled. "I'm here to formally invite you to join us," she said proudly, throwing her arms out.

Logan stared at her again, blinking rapidly. "What, the FBI?"

"Yeah! It's a great place for people like us. Our department is top secret and separate from the rest of the agency. No one even really knows we exist so we don't have to hide what we are from others in the office, which trust me, can be really stressful in a normal work place," she explained excitedly, leaning forward in the chair.

Logan shook his head. That wasn't what he wanted for his life. He already had a dream and he was almost close to accomplishing it. "I'm going to be a doctor."

Agent Roberts smiled, nodding and reached into her pocket. She pulled out a card and offered it to him. "At least think about it, okay?"

Logan hesitantly walked over to take the card from her, holding it up to read it. "Okay," he said, nodding his head.

She beamed at him and sprang to her feet. "Great! I'll be looking forward to hearing from you," she said, winking at him. "I'll let myself out."

Logan stared at her, watching her walk out of the kitchen. He didn't move until he heard his front door open and close, signifying that she had left. He glanced at the card in his hand and instead of throwing it away like his instincts were telling him, he put it in his back pocket.

He didn't really plan on thinking about it, so he was surprised when that's all he could think about for the next few days. It didn't make sense to him. He had always wanted to be a doctor. Nothing else had ever appealed to him but finding out he wasn't one hundred percent human changed things. Knowing that there were other things out there intrigued him. He'd never believed in ghosts or anything like that before. But if Agent Roberts was telling the truth, ghosts and vampires and fairies did exist. He was one of them. He didn't know if he could go back to living his regular old life after knowing that. He'd always be wondering if everyone he met was who or what they appeared to be.

Besides, not even logical, practical Logan could pass up the chance to work for a secret government agency.

He ended up calling her a few days later.

On the way to the office, Logan tried to predict what could have happened that they needed him for. The first thing that came to mind was the discovery of another artifact, but it didn't explain being called in so late at night. Something like that could have waited until the morning. His second thought was that there was some kind of security breach. The Vault had the best security system there was though. It not only incorporated the most advanced technology, but it was also protected by powerful wards and magic, making it almost impossible to break into.

But it was possible, if someone knew what they were doing, knew exactly what each ward and magic spell was to counteract it, and then had the best hacker get through the human technology.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly and hoped it was the first thing. He didn't want to think about anyone breaking into the archives, didn't want to think about some of the artifacts locked away falling into the wrong hands. Some of them were End-of-the-World dangerous.

Logan was on the verge of a panic attack by the time he parked outside the building. He quickly dialed Gustavo as he got out of his car. "I'm here," he said, trying to breathe deeply when Gustavo answered.

"Meet Kelly down in the Vault," was all Gustavo said before hanging up on him.

Walking into the building, Logan tried to keep his panic under control, telling himself to wait until he knew the full story before reacting. It was no use; he had always been a "worst case scenario" kind of thinker and it had only gotten worse as he got older, especially after learning that all the things that go bump in the night were real.

He chewed on his bottom lip as he pushed the button for the elevator. It opened automatically and he walked in, pulling out his keys, thumbing through them until he found the right one. He then turned toward the panel next to the elevator door, eyes focused on the floor he needed. B3.

There were actually three basement levels to the building. The first one down was for the human agents to use for storage, the second was where the SCD headquarters were located and then the final level was the Vaults. A key was needed to access the two lowest levels. The agents in the SCD each had a copy and only Logan and a few of the higher officials had access to the lowest level.

He shoved the key into the slot and turned it.

After a short moment's pause, the elevator started to move. He leaned against the back wall of the elevator as it traveled down. It didn't take long before it was jerking to a stop and the doors slid open.

Kelly was there on the other side waiting for him as he stepped out of the elevator.

"What happened?" was all he said in way of greeting.

Kelly sighed and shook her head. "Mercedes happened. It looks like she broke in."

Logan nodded once. Despite his panicky thoughts earlier, he felt reasonably calm now. Maybe it was learning that it was just Mercedes. She was many things, but evil was not one of them. "Do you know what was taken?"

Kelly shook her head again. "No. That's why Gustavo called you in. We need you to go through everything and make a list of anything missing."

Logan eyes widened slightly. "How many rooms were broken into?"

"Three."

Logan nodded again. That wasn't so bad. It could've been a lot worse, if he was being honest with himself. He tried not to think about how many items were housed in each room. Some of them held hundreds of small trinkets, while others held only a few large items.

"Okay. Give me a couple of hours," he said rubbing the side of his face.

Kelly smiled at him, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder gently. "Good luck."

Logan entered his office and immediately got to work, relieved to see that his computer was already on. At least Mercedes had saved him some time there. Now, he wouldn't have to wait for his computer to start up before getting started. Of course, it would've been even better if she hadn't broken in at all.

The first thing he did was check the security footage himself. Pure curiosity, really, but he was hoping he'd catch a glimpse of some of the things they stole to make his job easier. On his computer screen, he watched as Mercedes and another woman walked into his office.

The unknown woman sat down at his desk and turned on his computer while Mercedes wandered around his office, touching the things on his shelves like she always had when she used to visit him. The woman said something then, glancing over her shoulder at Mercedes and smiling. Mercedes laughed and sauntered over to lean over the woman's shoulder.

The rest of the footage was just as boring. The woman hacked into the database and printed out some of the information. He fast-forwarded through the majority of it, until they were leaving the office, then he pulled up the footage from the hallway security camera.

He pressed play and watched as they easily opened one of the rooms. They gave each other a celebratory high five, grinning before entering the first room.

Mercedes walked out of the room a few minutes later with a sword. Logan paused the video and leaned closer to the screen. He couldn't be sure until he checked, but he was pretty sure it was the adamantine sword Perseus supposedly used to cut off Medusa's head.

Logan couldn't help but grin at the realization. "Oh Mercedes," he said to himself, shaking his head and despite everything, his affection for her grew just a little bit more.

He pressed play and watched as Mercedes and the other woman took a few other things out of that room. Nothing dangerous as far as Logan knew. A helm that made the wearer invisible and gave them the ability to change their shape as well, if he remembered correctly. Most of it was armor or weapons but nothing that would really cause him concern other than the fact that they were all highly valuable. At most, Mercedes would be able to sell everything at a very high price on the black market. No one would pass up the chance of owning armor or weaponry crafted by the Greek gods.

It wasn't until Mercedes got into one particular room, that Logan started to worry. He sat up in his seat, leaning forward to peer at the screen more closely. Mercedes walked out with two small wooden boxes, symbols carved on every side. His blood ran cold, and he swallowed thickly.

"What are you doing, Mercedes...?" He mumbled and fast-forwarded a bit. She didn't take anything else, and for that, he was grateful. That was the room where they kept the really dangerous apocalyptic artifacts.

He quickly pushed his chair back, hands gripping the arms tightly, and sprang to his feet. He had to find out what she'd taken and see just how screwed they all were.

James was still running his fingers through his hair as he stepped into the office. He hadn't had time to do anything with it and it was making him feel self-conscious. He spotted Kendall slouched at his desk, elbows on the desktop with his hands covering his face.

"You got called in too?" James asked with a yawn, covering his mouth.

Kendall looked up at him slowly. "Obviously," he said tersely.

"Hey, don't get grumpy with me, Knight," he said, pulling the chair out from his desk. He heard Kendall grumble something unintelligible as he dropped down into his chair. "Camille and Carlos?" he asked, swiveling around to face Kendall.

"They went to get coffee since our machine is still broken," Kendall said, gesturing to the corner of the office where their sad, broken coffee machine sat. It'd been broken for months, but Gustavo refused to get them a new one.

James immediately felt relieved at the news. He hadn't had time to eat, or grab anything on his way in either. "So, do you know what's up?"

Kendall sighed and let his arms fall to the desktop as he leaned back in his chair. "Nope," he said, letting his head fall back and exposing his throat. In anyone else, the gesture wouldn't have been much, but for Kendall, leaving himself that exposed showed the level of comfort and security he felt around James.

James watched him, waiting for him to continue. When he realized that was all Kendall had to say, he sighed and sat back in his chair as well. He knew it had to be something important. There was no other reason to call them all in like this. More than likely, it had to do with Mercedes.

He let out another sigh and turned towards his computer to turn it on. For the next few minutes, there was nothing but the soft hum of James' computer coming to life.

By the time his computer started up, Camille and Carlos had returned. He glanced up at their laughter as they entered the office.

"Good morning, James!" Camille called out cheerfully as she approached his desk, a cup in each hand.

James smiled, leaning back in his chair. "Hey, Camille. You bring me something?" he asked, eying the cups in her hands.

"Of course," she said, offering one.

James gladly took it from her. "Have I ever told you that you're my favorite?" he said before taking a sip.

Camille laughed and leaned against his desk. "You shouldn't say things like that in front of Kendall. He might get jealous," she teased, sending a quick look over her shoulder at Kendall.

James grinned. "Oh, don't worry. Kendall knows he'll always be number one in my heart," James said, placing his hand against his chest and glancing over at Kendall as well.

Kendall rolled his eyes at him and pointedly turned his attention back to Carlos, who was standing next to Kendall, laughing. Kendall had his own cup of coffee now and he looked much more content now that Carlos was there.

James resisted the urge to roll his eyes back.

"So, we know what's going on yet?" Camille asked, taking a drink from her cup.

"Nope," James said, popping the 'p' loudly, suppressing a grin. He saw Kendall glance at him out of the corner of his eye, lips quirked up in a small smirk.

Camille sighed and slouched a little against his desk. "Guess we'll find out when Gustavo's ready to tell us," she said, then pushed away from James' desk, heading over to her own.

"I saw Logan's car on the way in," Carlos said suddenly, wandering over to his own desk as well.

James turned toward him sharply, brows furrowed. "Mitchell? So what?" he asked, suddenly annoyed. Just the mention of Mitchell's name was enough to put him in a sour mood.

He'd finally found the Seal of Whatever Mitchell had been harping about a few days before, and after returning it, James had been banned from checking any other items out for six months. Now, if James needed anything for a case, Kendall would have to check it out for him.

It was really unfair. It wasn't like James had lost it or anything. He'd just forgotten about it. It had been in his desk drawer the whole time, so it wasn't even like he had taken it out of the building. But apparently he had a record or whatever, and Mitchell had been unrelenting.

"Well, if he's here, then maybe it has to do with the Vault," Carlos said with a shrug.

"You think someone broke in?" Camille asked, brows raised high on her forehead.

James scoffed. "I'm pretty sure that's impossible."

Kendall shook his head. "No, not impossible, just really, really difficult."

Their musings were cut off suddenly when Gustavo stormed into the office. "Conference Room. Now," he said, not even pausing to address them properly as he hurried past, laptop tucked under his arm.

Everyone scrambled to do as he said, all were curious and anxious to finally find out what had them there so early in the morning.

Once everyone was settled in around the long table in the conference room, Kendall spoke up. "What's going on, Gustavo?"

Gustavo looked up from his laptop and let out a heavy sigh. "Mercedes broke into the Vault."

All four of them sat up. It was one thing to speculate about the Vault being broken into, but James was pretty sure none of them actually believed it.

"What? How?" James asked, leaning forward, arms crossed on the table top.

Gustavo sighed and pushed away from the table, walking towards the screen embedded into the wall. The screen flickered to life and on it was a picture of a young woman with long dark hair, a mischievous grin spread across her face.

"Stephanie King," Gustavo said, returning to the table.

"Who?" Kendall asked, brows furrowing slightly.

"She's a pixie," Gustavo explained and they all groaned in unison.

Pixies weren't exactly bad, but they liked to have fun and didn't care at whose expense it was. James wouldn't be surprised if she helped Mercedes for free.

"She has a record for breaking into the most high tech facilities just for the thrill of it," Gustavo continued, pointing a small remote at the screen to click to another image. This one was a black and white security image of Stephanie.

James studied the image for a moment before turning towards Gustavo. "So, what did she take?"

"Mitchell is down in the archives right now looking into it."

James scoffed and couldn't help but make a face at the mention of Mitchell's name, subconsciously crossing his arms in defense.

"You got a problem, James?" Gustavo questioned, tone sharp.

James blinked, mouth parting in surprise at being called out. He looked towards Kendall for help, but he just shrugged at him. James forced out an awkward chuckle, turning back to Gustavo.

"Uh, no, no problem" he said, adding a belated "Sir" when Gustavo continued to stare at him from behind his sunglasses.

Gustavo turned his attention to Kendall, and James let out a small mental sigh of relief, relaxing once more. Even after years of working with him, Gustavo still scared James sometimes.

By the time Logan finished reviewing the security footage and taking inventory of what was stolen, Gustavo had already started the meeting. He sighed and peeked through the glass door. He should've known that Gustavo wouldn't wait for him.

He tentatively knocked, before pushing the door open. "Sorry to interrupt," he said softly, bowing his head slightly in apology.

Gustavo just gestured for him to come in. "Do you have the list?"

Logan waved the sheet of paper in his hand. "Yeah," he said, walking further into the room.

"Good. Tell us what she took and how dangerous it is," Gustavo ordered brusquely.

Logan swallowed nervously and nodded. He glanced around at the four agents sitting around the table, all watching him now. He knew Camille at least. They had gotten close over the years, and her presence made the ball of nerves in his stomach relax a little.

"Um, can I?" he asked and gestured to the computer Gustavo had sitting in front of him.

Gustavo stared him down for a long moment until Logan started to fidget, heart thudding in his ears, then Gustavo nodded and turned the laptop towards Logan. Logan let out a relieved sigh and quickly logged into the database. Visuals would help, he figured.

"Well, most of what she took isn't that dangerous. They're valuable and would get a hefty price on the black market, but that's pretty much it," he started, fingers flying across the keyboard as he logged into the server.

"Like what?" Logan looked up at the sound of Agent Diamond's voice, trying not to frown at him.

"Well, for one she took the adamantine sword," Logan explained, quickly pulling up the data on the larger screen for the others to see.

"The ada-what sword?"

Logan sighed at the confused tone and fixed his eyes on Diamond. "The ada-man-tine sword," he repeated slowly. "It's the legendary sword Perseus used to sever Medusa's head."

There was a moment of silence before Knight threw his head back and laughed. "Well, at least she has a sense of humor," he said, voice heavy with amusement.

Camille giggled while Logan grinned, glad he wasn't the only one that found it funny.

"I don't get it," Garcia suddenly said, looking around at them in confusion.

Knight chuckled and leaned over unnecessarily into Garcia's space. "Medusa was a gorgon just like Mercedes is," he explained, smiling softly at him.

"Oh," Garcia said, then there was another beat of silence before it seemed to click. "Ohh," he repeated, grinning at them.

Diamond rolled his eyes at them and sat forward in his seat, placing one hand flat on the table. "Okay, and what about the things that are dangerous?" he asked impatiently.

Logan sighed again, grin falling from his face. "Well, she took the four rings of the Four Horsemen and The Colt."

"Wait. The Colt? Do you mean, The Colt?" Agent Garcia asked, awe laced in his tone.

Logan turned his attention to Garcia and nodded. "Yeah, it's rumored to be able to kill anything, but only if you have the right bullets."

"And does she have the right bullets?" Camille asked, fingers tapping on the tabletop in a nervous manner.

Logan grimaced. "Yeah, she does."

"Okay, great. Anything else?" Knight asked, leaning back in his seat.

Logan shook his head. "Not really. I don't really know what her angle is. It just seems like her whole reason for breaking was to prove that she could. I mean, she didn't even disable the security cameras. She wanted us to know it was her."

Camille nodded, chuckling softly. "That sounds like Mercedes alright."

Logan nodded in agreement. Mercedes was narcissistic and self-centered. She'd definitely want the credit for breaking in.

The room was silent for a long moment. "So, now what?" Garcia asked, breaking the silence. It was a very good question. Where were they supposed to even start? Everyone turned towards Gustavo, waiting for their next orders.

"Well, find her!" he practically shouted, causing everyone to jump in surprise. "And bring back everything she took."

Logan figured that was the end of it for him. He wasn't a field agent, so he pushed away from the table, ready to get back down to the Vault.

"Where do you think you're going, Mitchell?"

Logan stopped halfway out of his seat. "Um," he started, but wasn't able to get anything else out before Gustavo was cutting him off.

"You're going to be helping on this, too."

Logan's eyes widened and he sank back into his chair in surprise. "What? Why?"

"Because you know the most about the things Mercedes took and because I said so!" Gustavo said, making Logan jump again, shoulders raising slightly in defense.

"But he'll only slow us down, Gustavo!" Diamond voiced, slapping his hand on the table.

"Be quiet!" Gustavo shouted and Diamond immediately sat back in his chair, lips pressed tightly together. He at least had the decency to look embarrassed about his outburst.

Logan sighed and sat back as well. He hadn't been out in the field in a really long time. He'd gotten so used to being on his own, only interacting with people when he had to, that the thought of having to go out and interact with the general public made his stomach tighten anxiously.

But he'd do it, because it was his job. And he wouldn't slow anyone down either.