Myka Ophelia Bering sighed as she struggled to slip into her jeans … then took a moment to thank the powers that be she was able to dress herself at all. She'd awoken from surgery to find they'd removed her uterus — and in turn the tumour — thereby saving her life … a life she'd live without ever giving birth, but a life to be lived.

The lanky Secret Service agent sighed again and picked up the card sitting on her bedside table.

Myka,

Thank goodness you're alright, I was truly so very worried. If there's anything you need don't hesitate to call. Let's get that coffee soon. Please.

Helena

"Please. Right," Myka huffed.

Where was Helena when Myka had really needed her? Playing house in Boone, Wisconsin, the first place she'd really felt at home, she'd said, thereby rendering Myka a blubbering fool on the inside and a stoic warrior on the outside.

Myka took a deep breath. Who was she to blame Helena really. Myka couldn't even sort her own feelings for the raven-haired scientist, therefore she could hardly put herself in Helena's place. After all the woman had lost a daughter, been bronzed 100-years, tried to destroy the world, trapped in the Janus Coin, killed saving the Warehouse only to return after Artie used the astrolabe; any sane person would run for the hills.

There were times though however, looks, touches, where Myka found herself wondering what if she had feelings for the beloved authour? What if Helena felt something too? She knew Helena had female lovers in the 1800s but Myka Ophelia Bering had never really given it any thought … any thought until the H.G Wells of her childhood turned out to be an incredibly smart and beautiful woman.

Myka pulled her hair into a ponytail and sighed for a third time.

"Geez Myks, for someone who just beat cancer, you're ho-humming around here like Eeyore."

Myka jumped, the hair tie falling to the ground freeing her unruly curls. She glared at her partner.

"Pete! What the hell?"

Agent Pete Lattimer grinned. He couldn't help but grin like a fool whenever in Myka's presence lately. The fact she'd survived the cancer, thereby not leaving him like he'd been left so many times before had filled him with such joy. Myka was like a sister to him and he didn't want to imagine a life without her.

"Artie wants us to get our asses to the airport, you about ready?"

There had been a ping about some mysterious goings on at a theatre in Milwaukee and their cantankerous boss decided it was time for Myka to get back in the field. As soon as Myka heard they'd be so close to Helena, she'd balked only to have Artie browbeat her into going.

"As ready as I'm going to be," Myka said playfully punching Pete in the arm.

Pete frowned uncertainly. He may have been a full grown man child but he wasn't blind to what had been going on between Myka and Helena … or how hurt Myka had been when they left Helena with Nate and Adelaide. He couldn't blame the British scientist for wanting a life outside the Warehouse but the way she'd shut Myka down, and the way the two women were denying their feelings had Pete — not to mention Claudia and Steve — balancing both anger at Helena for leaving both Myka and the Warehouse, and frustration at the fact the two women wouldn't just sit down and admit their feelings.

He bounded down the stairs after his partner and they headed for the airport.