"Pete! I told you a thousand times not to play with Lewis Carrols' mirror!" Pete heard Myka's voice pierce through the silent aisles of the warehouse.

Pete ignored her and continued his epic table tennis rally with himself. This stuff was way too awesome to just store away.

Myka appeared next to him, startling him. He jumped, dropping the table tennis and it landed on the table. The ball bounce past him and before he could blink, it bounced once, twice, a third time before disappearing below the shelves.

"Mykes! Don't do that!" he complained.

"Pete! There's a reason that the mirror was moved to the Dark Vault! It's dangerous," she pointed out.

"Is that the reason you came down here? To keep bugging me about this 'dangerous' stuff?" he said.

"No, but I'm just saying that if you do something like—"

She was cut off by Pete raising his eyebrows. She held out her arms in front of her, palms facing him, and lifted her fingers up towards the ceiling.

"Right. Going off topic. Artie said we got a ping. He wants us to come to his office." She looked at Pete for a while, but then her eyes swivelled to an area behind him. Her head tilted slightly to the side, and he turned around. His reflection was waiting, arms crossed and making kissing movements with his mouth. As soon as he noticed Pete, he dropped his head and started walking away slowly.

"I'll be there in a few," he muttered, and Myka immediately turned around.

Sulking, Pete put the paddle down and grabbed the sheet. Then, waving to his reflection, he covered the mirror with it and turned around. Myka was already further down the aisle, beckoning for him to follow. He quickened his pace into a jog and caught up to his partner, who gave him a quick nod and then turned to examine the artifacts on the right.

Wonder what kind of artifacts we'll be looking for today, Pete thought. Would it be the kind that had them zipped around the world, interviewing girls from different countries? He sure loved those cases. Myka, however, told him to stop getting distracted and focus.

Ahh, those were definitely his favourite cases.

"Hey Myka," Pete asked as they turned a corner and headed straight towards Artie's office, "what's the date today?"

"First of July," she said, narrowing her eyes in question.

"Ha! Pinch and a punch for the first day of the month!" Pete exclaimed, giving her those exact things. Myka gave him a confused look.

"I already said white rabbits," she said.

"No, you didn't," Pete told her.

"Yes, I did. And besides, it's passed noon," she said with a smirk.

Damn, Pete thought as he checked his watch.

When they got to Artie's office, they found him sitting by the computer on his chair, his arms crossed and smiling.

"You're going to love this one," he said, and he ushered them over. Myka and Pete glanced at each other and made their way to the computer.

"What's happened?" Myka asked.

Artie took a deep breath. "Alan Alexander Milne!" he exclaimed. "What do you think when you hear that name?"

Pete thought about it. The name sounded familiar, but the female agent beat him to it.

"He's an English author. Born in 1882. He was best known for writing the tale of Winnie The Pooh," she said.

"Correct!" Artie said, "he was responsible for Winnie The Pooh. He wrote it about his sons stuffed toys. Christopher Robin Milne was his sons name, and he was also in the stories. Now, to the point. The toys, as you are aware, are real and are at display in the Stephen A. Schwarzman Building in New York. However-"

"One of the toys is missing," Myka interrupted.

"Yes. Little Roo, who is the son of Kanga. He has been missing for as long as anyone can remember. Some people say he was destroyed."

Artie stood up and walked over to the table to grab a few files, Pete and Myka following close behind.

"But…what's this got to do with the ping?" Myka asked suspiciously.

"I was getting to that," Artie grumbled, and then he looked up. "Roo has been found."

"Wait…are you telling us that the actual Roo toy is an artifact?" Pete asked.

"Not just an artifact," Artie stated, "a bifurcated artifact. The second part…"

He quickly held up a piece of paper, and Myka took it. Pete leaned towards her and looked at it. It was a picture of a toy kangaroo. Kanga.

"Kanga and Roo are bifurcated artifacts," Myka worked out, nodding. "So, what do they do?"

"From what I've got the ping on…"

Artie shuffled past them again and leaned over his computer. Myka stood next to him and they mumbled something amongst themselves. Pete, however, was watching a figure coming down the stairs. Claudia.

"Hey, Clauds. Going somewhere?" he asked.

She looked up. "Hmm? Oh, no. Just hungry. Want something?" she asked.

"Nah, I'm on the job," Pete said, pointing towards Myka and Artie. Claudia smiled and shook her head. She made her way over to Pete and stood next to him. They both watched Artie and Myka talk until Claudia asked what they had found.

"Turns out Kanga and Roo from Winnie the Pooh are bifurcated artifacts," he told her. Then he smiled. "Hey, that rhymed!"

"Congratulations, you're a poet and you didn't know it," she said sarcastically.

"I can rhyme any time," Pete chimed.

"That was lame, what a shame," Claudia shot back. Pete faltered.

"Dammit, Claudia!" he exclaimed. With a smile, she walked out of the room.

"Alright. Got it," Pete heard Myka say, and he turned around.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"We're going to New York. Come on!" she said, and she tugged his arm. He shrugged at Artie, and we waved him goodbye. They walked down the Umbilicus and outside the Warehouse.

"Strange to think that something like this could be an artifact. Let alone two," Myka suddenly said.

"Is that why you look sad?" he asked.

She bit her lip and nodded. "I used to love reading A. A Milne's works. About old Pooh bear and his friends. Piglet, Tigger, Eeyore, and of course, Kanga and Roo."

Pete was confused. "Hang on, wasn't there a few other characters? Like Rabbit, and Owl? And Gopher?"

"They were added to the Disney version," Myka sighed, "they weren't in the original stories."

"Oh."

They got in the car and Pete slipped on his seat belt. He adjusted himself and waited for Myka to start the car, but she didn't. She kept her hands gripped on the wheel.

"Uhh…Mykes?" Pete asked.

Myka looked up. "Hmm?"

"Are you gonna start the car?"

"Oh. Right."

She turned the key and the engine started. Pete couldn't help feel a little worried about his partner. Ever since she found out about this case she had been looking a little preoccupied. He was going to ask what was wrong, but instead he kept his mouth shut and stared at the horizon until they finally got onto the road and drove towards Leena's.


Hey guys! Just wanted to say thanks for reading this, I really appreciate it. I didn't think I would any reads, to be honest. Chapter 2 will be uploaded soon, hopefully. Stay tuned!