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They banter back and forth all the time, however Artie can read the things that remain unsaid.
The moment she realized she couldn't lose him was the moment she did.
His note said not to come after him, but she couldn't help trying.
"Not a chance," Myka retorted, shoving the plate of cookies away from herself.
Myka lost her balance as the floor tipped under her, clinging to her partner for support.
Pete liked to think of himself as something of a pick-up artist, but he doubted any of his tricks would work on her.
She can always tell when he's leaving something out, she knows him that well.
He still doesn't know what she named her ferret and if Myka has her way, he never will.
When they first transferred, he would have done anything to get his agent back, but seeing her now he's grateful he didn't.
He knows that it's necessary, but that doesn't stop his fingers from itching to strangle the guy every time he checks out Myka.
They're trained to take a bullet in the line of duty, and they would both willingly do so for their partner.
They don't seem to notice how much of the time they're in contact with each other.
It sounds like complete nonsense coming out of his mouth after he accidentally tripped an Artifact, but somehow Myka still understands him.
Exasperated with Pete's whining, Myka gives him one of her Twizzlers.
It's touching, but that doesn't stop her from throwing a pillow at his head when he woke her up at 12:01 to wish her happy birthday.
They began to be true partners when Artie told them both that they were in charge.
"Don't do that again, alright? You had me worried" she told him, hovering over the hospital bed.
Pete grinned and rubbed his hands together in anticipation, staring fixedly at the door that Myka was about to walk through.
"Pete, no!" she yelled, lunging a second too late to stop him from turning on the Artifact in his hands.
They're both good at what they do, put them together and they do even better.
When you put two such strong-willed people together, it's inevitable that they'll explode in some way or another.
Myka will never, ever admit it, but she jumped the first time the Tesla went off.
He's always avoided the library, being more of a comic book guy, but somehow she manages to get him to pick up a book.
It was a habit of hers to sit halfway up the stairs, so she could keep tabs on the whole house.
The pain of her departure was nothing compared to the joy he felt when she came back.
Pete felt out of place among all the books, but he pressed on, determined to find his partner.
"Who would want to look at any of this?" he asked, pointing to an exhibit.
She looks into those eyes, so like Christina's, and just can't pull the trigger.
They know each other better than anyone else.
Myka had to fight back a laugh when Pete's face fell at the side effects of the superhero getup.
They make it a point never to let arguments drag on, with this job, you never know if a mission will be your last.
He did not expect to see that when he came to the Warehouse.
They swore they'd always be there for each other, and they keep that promise.
His fingers fumbled with the ropes as he tried to get her untied, scrambling to get her free before their captor returned.
Myka shook her head as her partner took off running, yelling after him that she wasn't racing.
Christmas hadn't held much joy for her for a long time, but being at the Warehouse had changed all that.
It was Claudia's idea to have a campfire in the backyard, for some reason Artie allowed it, and Pete fell asleep with his head on her shoulder halfway through his fourth s'more.
Sometimes, Jinx feels like a extra wheel when he tags along on missions.
Myka found his weak point very quickly; all she needs to do is threaten to take away his cookies.
He constantly found himself turning to ask a question of a person who was no longer there while she was gone.
His jaw drops when his partner walked down the stairs in that short red dress.
Myka somehow manages to keep a straight face when Pete walks in with purple hair.
Pete was skeptical when he found out about his new assignment, but now he thinks it's the best thing that happened to him.
"Dudes, you're glowing," Claudia remarked, looking back and forth between them.
"Never rule anything out" is Artie's golden rule, but she never thought it would apply to her.
Pete insisted that cookies and milk helped him sleep when the occasional bought of insomnia plagued him.
Her world has turned completely on its head since she was brought into the Warehouse.
The only bright side about being shoved into the water is that Pete gave her his jacket.
Myka ran through the Warehouse, glancing back over her shoulder for her pursuer, wondering when a routine day had turned into this.
It makes no sense, how well they work together when they're so different.
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