There once was a girl loved books. Any kind of book. Her favorite Author was H.G. Wells. That girl could read his work all day. No one ever found her first copy she kept under her pillow. The girls name was Myka Bering. She grew up to work in the secret service and then became a top warehouse agent. After the McPherson incident she wanted to know her favorite author even more. Myka Just wondered if H.G. Wells (or just Helena now) felt the same.
Helena wanted Myka to trust her even after all the bad things she had done. Helena had some attraction to the young female. However, for now she was content to just being friends. For she knew that Myka would never like her in the same way. Helena just hoped and waited.
Artie had sent Pete and Claudia to snag, bag, and tag the newest artifact. That left Myka and Helena to do some inventory. Not that either one of them minded. Myka had just put up a bottle from the titanic when Helena came up from behind and cleared her throat. This was a very good way to startle poor Myka. Making her fall off the ladder right into Helena's awaiting arms.
"I think you need to be more careful when you're up there, darling." The brit said in good humor.
"I'm always careful you just startled me." Myka said playfully as she turned around in Helena's arms.
"Maybe you shouldn't be startled by my voice."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Whatever you want it to mean." Helena said with a smirk. "I am your fellow agent I can't be startling you every time I speak."
Myka and Helena had become so close to one another at this point that neither one of them heard nor saw Leena standing in the isle. Leena didn't want to break up the touching moment between the two agents. Myka had her arms wrapped around Helena's neck. Helena's hands had decided to rub up and down Mykas sides. Leena slowly backed out of the isle thinking to herself; Finally the sexual tension and the awkwardness between those two will be over and out of the way.