Magnus slammed the door open and let it hit the wall and rebound back. She caught it on her hand and glared and the young buxom blonde who was resting cross legged on her bed with the laptop angled off her knees and was typing furiously on the keyboard. "This has got to stop." Her voice boomed and Magnus watched as the young woman froze, slowly moving to look up at the intruder.

"I don't know what you are referring to." Emma shut her laptop after hitting a few keys on the machine and set it aside. Her back was rigid and she turned to fully face the woman that was standing in her doorway still. Taking a quick breath she held it in her chest ready for the onslaught and the argument that was about to ensue. It had been their M.O. for the last few weeks.

Magnus drew in a slow and deep breath, "That is complete bullshit and you know it." She took a step in and slid the door shut with a loud snick. She spun around with fire on her heels. "You have been completely avoidant of me. Skipping meals, skipping staff meetings as well. This is ridiculous." She crossed her arms and stood her ground. "This cannot continue or I can't even keep you on my staff."

Emma didn't miss a beat. "Fine, then fire me. God knows anything would be better than working under a domineering, control freak of a tyrant."

"How dare you call me that in my own house?"

The blonde stood and faced down the taller woman. "How dare I? That is a prime example of what the hell I'm talking about, Magnus." She spit out the woman's name in disgust. "This isn't just your house, we all live here. You can't control our lives just as much as you can't control the god damned weather."

"I am still your boss. You work for me. You must do as I ask."

"Oh asking." Emma took a step closer. "What a concept?" She raised her hands and eyebrows staring down the woman and being sure to give as much as she got. "Have you asked anything of us? No you order, you demand, you tell… you never ask. If you had asked I wouldn't have moved in here. I wouldn't have stayed here or worked for you for that matter. Yeah I might be an abnormal and a damn rare one at that, but I was doing fine on my own without you." Emma was staring nose to nose with the steaming woman and she knew she was winning the heated argument. She had her caught in the rabbit's hole and there was only one way out.

Magnus gripped Emma by the back of her head and pulled her face to hers so she could mash their mouths together. Emma resisted vehemently, struggling against the pressure that was forcing her into the embrace. This had not been the escape she had thought Helen would take. She grabbed hold of Helen's cheeks and forced her head away. "What the hell?" Magnus didn't blink before pulling Emma back in, their lips crushing and her hand brushing over Emma's side until it reached low on her hip. She shoved backwards and Emma landed on the bed with a bounce listening as her computer felt the ripple and moved, sliding off the bed to crash on the floor.

She turned to try and prevent it, but had little chance as Helen was straddling her and pushing her further onto the bed. Magnus had Emma's shirt off and was working at her bra, her teeth scraping down Emma's neck until she found a mole just above her collar bone. She suckled it hard, biting her teeth until Emma cried out in pain. She pulled back and grasped both of Emma's mounds and squeezed before brushing her thumb pads over the erect nipples. Emma was breathing hard and clutching to Helen's dress suit to keep a grip on what was happening.

The spit was hard to swallow and her mouth was dry when she tried; she was barely controlling her breathing. Magnus' lips were once again on hers and she couldn't help but kiss the woman back. When the teeth bit into her lip and scraped hard she winced and pulled away. "Helen stop." She said it forcibly, hard and sure of herself. The brunette moved off her quarry and sat to the side while staring at Emma, her eyes trailing from the beautiful and swollen lips to her chest and back to her eyes. She was silent. She had been silent for a long time. Emma looked back and watched carefully seeing no remorse from the woman. She turned on her side and away from Helen, her back curved and her body in the fetal position. She rested her eyes and covered her breasts with her arms. "You can leave now." She felt small, like a pebble in the roadway not even worthy of being kicked by a passerby.

"I'm sorry." Helen's hand was warm and resting on Emma's shoulder. She really didn't want to leave; she wanted to resolve whatever it was that was going on between them. However, if Emma asked she would go.

Emma shuddered from the sudden chill that ran up her spine. "I said you can leave now."

Helen leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to the woman's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Emma. I didn't mean to…" she took a deep breath. "I didn't mean to take advantage."

"Of course you didn't." She muttered before curling tighter. "I want you to leave." Her face was buried deeper into the duvet and if Helen didn't know better she was about to cry. Helen slowly extracted herself and walked to the door. She turned back and looked at the woman still curled on the bed. She wanted to issue apologies once again but decided against it. Instead she left the room and went back to her office with no issues resolved and probably leaving whatever relationship they had in further detriment.

Her office seemed lonely as she sat carefully in her chair, her mind churning and swirling with things she could have done differently. It was rare that she second guessed herself, but for some reason she was completely second guessing the choice she had made. Things had always been heated between her and Emma, there was no shut off valve to the sex that they exuded when in the same room, but for the last month or so it had been nothing but anger, arguments, fights, yelling matches and silence.

Her thoughts were disturbed when Will came in with a heaviness in his step. He sat down and slid a file across the desktop to her. "Got a call from Mihovil." He stumbled over the name but eventually smirked when he got the right pronunciation.

"Ah." Helen took the file and opened it.

"He needs someone out there right away to help with an abnormal that he caught. He said he's having issues keeping it under control." He watched as his boss' eyes scanned the document and the information that he had.

"This isn't a lot to go on."

"I know, but he is being insistent."

Helen hummed and bit her lip looking over the information once again. "I'm not comfortable sending Emma by herself, not to Croatia for sure, and it's been quite some time since Mihovil decided to contact us. If I recall he wasn't the easiest to deal with then, I doubt he'll be better now." She was thinking again and Will watched. He loved to watch her think, to see her mind working through everything rationally. "You can't cancel your conference can you?"

"You promised not this one. And I'm still not completely fit to be on the mission list."

"I would make an exception in this matter."

He shook his head. "I really can't, if I do it again I'll never get a call back to speak."

She nodded and bit her lip again. "Henry?"

"Vacation with Erika in Maui, I think."

She nodded again. "And of course my old friend is… unavailable. I would by far prefer a male escort. Maybe Declan can spare someone?"

"They're having a massive security issue and have a sudden influx of intakes. I think he might be able to spare someone but only in a serious crunch."

Drawing in a deep breath she let it out. "I suppose she's going alone then. Will you please inform her?" She handed the document back to him. She turned to her computer and Will waited for the flight information that he would need.

Emma was sitting, with her arms crossed on the third flight of her incredibly long day that could do nothing but get worse. First she had found out that one of her friends from university, when she had gone back for another degree had been diagnosed with cancer, stage four, and then Magnus had stalked in all pissy like something very sharp was up her tiny, round and pert little ass. Emma huffed out a breath as she put that entire incident out of her mind. Oh, and her computer and broken in the middle of said incident that was being ignored so she didn't even have anything to bring with her on the flight except her skimpy iPhone that was linked to Magnus and was more like a leash than a way to freedom.

She kicked the seat in front of her and shifted her legs so that her butt wouldn't go numb. Then she didn't even have the audacity to come tell her she was going on a mission to Croatia of all freaking places by herself in, oh, little under two hours. Just Will, standing awkwardly looking at her and her red rimmed eyes saying, "Magnus has a mission for you." She could tell he'd wanted to ask her about what had happened but and butted out of the situation probably because her significant other was his boss. Oh the joys of drama within the Sanctuary network. She let out a sigh and turned her head to rest her eyes just as the seatbelt sign came on and the co-pilot announced their final descent.

The shoe covering her foot was tapping nicely against the horribly carpeted flooring while she waited for her bag. She hated flying, and she hated flying coach even more, and Magnus knew that. It was probably why she'd been stuck by the bathroom in nearly every flight too. She saw the man she was supposed to meet up with and waved him over just as her bag appeared. Reaching down she swung the duffle over her shoulder. "Hey, I'm Emma."

"Welcome, I'm Mihovil. There's a car waiting outside." She followed him dutifully surprised that he had been the one to come pick her up, usually it was an underling. She shrugged it off and the hard knot that was rapidly building in the pit of her stomach as she followed the dark skinned and haired man out the doors. They made it to the car, which was a sleep looking sedan and she sighed. There was someone in the passenger seat, which meant she would have to sit in the back. The trunk popped and she set her bag into it before sliding into the passenger side backseat.

Apparently there was a third man in the car because as soon as her door shut the chloroform soaked hankie was pressed to her face. She struggled against it as soon as she could, holding her breath and extending her claws but the man in front of her just twisted and leaned around stabbing a sharp needle into her leg.