Helena's cell phone beeped at her from the dining room table. Her heart fluttered when she saw that the message was from Pete. He had promised to text her when they were on their way back to the B&B. She smiled as she re-read the message.

Be there in 10. Be ready. P x

She would most definitely be ready. She practically was. All that was left for her to do was to change. She put the phone in her pocket in case there was any further communication, and ran for her bedroom. Her clothes were laid out on the bed; new, deep purple underwear and a black dress that she bought whilst in Russia that she hadn't had a chance to wear yet. As she dressed she hoped that the change from her usual outfit would be appreciated. She secured her hair into a knot at the nape of her neck and touched up her make up before slipping her feet into a pair of heels and slowly, carefully, walking down the stairs to wait for the agents' return.

In the car Pete and Myka were arguing.

"Why don't we just both go to the warehouse?" Myka asked, "makes more sense, I'll have to write a report as well. I might as well get it done out of the way."

"I'm already practically home Myka, I'll drop that off at the warehouse and then I'll be back. I promised Claude that I'd pick her up anyways. Three days with Artie, she needs some Pete-time."

"More like Artie's about ready to kill her." Myka grumbled.

"Whatever. Anyways, aren't you excited to see your woman?"

"She's not there, remember Pete? She's away on 'official regents business'" Myka stared out of the window trying not to think about it. She hadn't had any contact with Helena for almost five days. She didn't even know if she was alright, let alone where she was.

"Oh...right. Sorry Mykes, I...I forgot. Do you know when she'll be back?" Pete stared straight ahead, knowing that if he looked at Myka he wouldn't be able to keep it a secret anymore.
Yes, Helena had been taken away on 'official regents business' but she had gotten back yesterday. She had called Pete and asked him not to tell Myka, and to keep everyone occupied on tonight.

"I guess Saturday? Mrs. Frederic said it wouldn't be more than a week."

"Tell you what," Pete said pulling up to the B&B, "If she's not back Saturday night, I'll call my mom okay?"

"Thanks Pete." Myka smiled at him but didn't open the door. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you? It doesn't even look like Leena's back yet." It didn't, the lights were all off, besides the porch light.

"Nah, its fine. Go have some Myka time or something. It's been a crazy few days."

Myka opened the door and stepped out of the car.

"I'll see you later Myka-moo." Pete said pulling the door closed. Myka narrowed her eyes and mouthed 'Myka-moo' at him. Not one of his better nicknames for her. She grabbed her bag from the backseat and made her way to the front door.

She pushed the front door, hoping that Leena was home, or had at least left the door open because she had no idea where her keys were. The door opened, and creaked a little as it always did. The house smelled amazing. Leena had been cooking. Myka took off her jacket and dropped her bag before flicking the light switch.

"Leena?" Myka called making her way through the house. All she wanted was a large glass of wine and long shower. Myka flicked the light switch in the kitchen and stopped dead. Helena was sitting at the table, looking more elegant than Myka had ever seen her, which in of itself was a pretty incredible feat.

"Not Leena I'm afraid. But perhaps I'll do?" Helena said standing up and slowly making her way to Myka, who still hadn't moved.

"perhaps you'll do?" Myka asked incredulously. As soon as Helena was in reach she threw her arms around her and held her tight. Myka breathed her in and kissed her just under her jaw. "baby" Myka breathed into Helena's neck.

"I'm glad you're home Myka." Helena said extricating herself from Myka's grip. "Sit, please." Helena pulled out Myka's chair for her, then handed her a glass of wine which was accompanied by a chaste kiss to Myka's lips. Myka whimpered when Helena walked away, partly at the shortness of the kiss, partly at the way Helena's behind looked in that dress.

"I missed you." Myka said

"And I you, which is why," Helena was tinkering with something "I made dinner."

"You made me dinner?" Myka asked, half impressed, half concerned.

"Oh don't worry, I did everything my way this time." Helena smiled, carrying two plates piled high with spaghetti.

"How long did this take you?"

"Not long. The dessert on the other hand..."

"you made dessert too?"

"I did. Pete said that you had rather a lot of trouble acquiring this particular artefact. I wanted to do something nice for you."

Myka raised her eyebrows at her. "You could've just been waiting for me in that dress, Hel, you look...amazing." Myka took her first bite, "mmm, and this tastes, amazing!"

"good, im glad you like it."

"the food...or the dress?" Myka asked

"both" Helena laughed, "I jjust hope you'll like what comes after as much."

"the dessert, or..." Myka trailed off, unashamedly letting her eyes rove over her girlfriend.

"Both" Helena said again.

Myka swallowed hard and took a deep breath, "I should go away more often."