A/N – Say hey to Pete & Claudia. Heads up, there will eventually be a plot line, fleshing out the start has taken longer than expected, sorry. I've switched their professions around, Helena seemed to suit the computer/technology thing better, especially with Claudia as her partner in crime. Myka's cover profession is not mentioned, but I'll make it clear later on if need be.
6 weeks later…
"How do you do that?" Myka couldn't keep the awe out of her voice.
"Do what?" Helena asked innocently.
"You know exactly what. Manage to be charming and witty and not come across as sarcastic and annoying."
It's because I'm actually British. Helena thought amused at first, then she frowned. Lying was an integral part of her profession, and Helena liked it. She could be whoever she wanted, manipulate people to do her bidding, but lying to Myka hurt. "You can take lessons, you know?" She eventually replied, plastering a smile on her face.
"Oh really? Am I not witty enough for you, Helena? Not charming enough?" They were walking along the busy streets in the centre of town, a festival had arrived and was in full swing that weekend. That didn't stop Myka from boldly allowing her fingers to wander across Helena's body, as she turned and placed a fiery kiss against Helena's neck.
"Darling," Helena exhaled.
"Darling this, daring that. Stop talking for a moment, would you?" Myka usually shied away from public displays of affection, but Helena had been teasing and smirking all day. Payback was long overdue.
Helena needed to divert Myka's affections, because here in the middle of a busy street was not the best place to be painfully aroused. A stall caught her attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, oh, ladies and ladies," The man corrected. "Come and have a go, Sharp Shooters is a challenge for even the best gunners in the state!"
"Myka," Helena nudged her lover. "Let's have a go,"
Myka sighed. "Fine, but if I win, I get to do whatever I want with you later," she murmured into Helena's ear.
Helena smirked. "And if I win?"
"I'll be all yours," Myka said seductively under her breath.
"Do you know how to hold it, miss?" The stall manager was asking.
"Like this?" Myka picked up the gun.
"That's right, hold it good and tight now, it'll kick back a slight."
Helena watched Myka as she took a stance with the rifle tucked under her arm. Good Lord she looked hot with a gun.
Aiming carefully at the moving targets, Myka began to shoot, she hit just over half, throwing the rest wide on purpose. She laughed. "Not bad."
Helena just smirked. The thought of Myka doing her exact bidding for the whole evening was enough to make her want to win. Screw my cover. She thought mischievously.
Helena picked up her rifle in one smooth action, and fired away. She hit all but the last two targets, firing her shots in rapid succession. Myka had been paying little attention, more occupied in how attracted she was to Helena with a gun, until she realised where the shots were being placed. With a small frown, she looked from Helena to the targets. She dismissed her thoughts as quickly as they had arrived. Relax. You're not at work.
Helena had turned to face her, a smug smile on her face. "Beginners luck," she teased. "And that means you're, ah what did you say? 'All mine' later?"
"Here you go miss, a teddy for your prize."
Myka raised an eyebrow as Helena passed over the stuffed toy to her. "I want to go again,"
"The lady wants to go again!" The stall manager exclaimed.
Myka had already picked up the rifle before Helena had paid the man. This time, she shot true, her bullets slamming into the moving targets one after the next.
Helena watched in surprise. "Where did you learn to shoot like that?"
"Beginners luck," Myka said, a playful smile on her lips. "And I believe that this means, you are mine."
Nielson HQ, somewhere in New York.
Pete walked with his usual confident step as he made his way down to the training deck in HQ. He had a good vibe in his body. Today was going to be fun. Somewhere between breakfast and the office doors, he had decided to confront Myka about her new relationship. Pete had met Helena a couple of times, the woman was smoking hot, smart and charming. Since they had been together, Myka had been glowing, and Pete was ready to call her out on it.
He opened the doors to find Myka already dressed for a workout. There had been a lull in missions lately, and with Helena away on business for a couple of days, Myka was restless.
"So, have we got the old Mykes back?" Pete said as he wandered in, an empty paper bag scrunched up in his hand, the tell-tale sign of his breakfast, along with the crumbs on his shirt.
"What are you on about, Pete?" Myka scowled. "I'm here. On time, I might add, unlike some people." She was warming up, her fencing foil gripped lightly in one hand.
"Hey, you know how I have to stop on Madison Street to get a coffee one of those amazing pastries they do, y'know the ones with that raspberry filling and the fluffy crust and…"
"Pete!"
"What? Just thinking about them is making me hungry." Pete rubbed his belly and started thinking about where they could go for lunch.
"You sure it's not the cute coffee girl that has you going back there every morning?" Myka smirked, she'd seen his hopeless flirting with the girl, Kelly.
"What? No," Pete pulled a face. "I can't stand her. She's bossy and mean and always telling me I need to lay off the cream puffs." He shook his head. "Besides, stop changing the subject. I want to know, have we got the focused, organised, kinda uptight Mykes back?"
Myka threw a stab at his shoulder and Pete jumped backwards. "What are you on about, unless this is just you insulting me for no reason?" She huffed.
"Well I guess that answers the question." He said, stepping further back to avoid any more attacks. "I just figured, because Helena is away for a few days, maybe that glow of yours would disappear."
Myka blushed. "I don't have a glow!"
"You totally do,"
"Do not!"
"Whatever," Pete put his hands up to surrender as Myka held her foil under his chin. "What does she do, anyway?"
Myka eyed him suspiciously, not trusting Pete to have let her off that easily. "She works downtown, that big server company, with all sorts of technology and engineering."
"Sweet!" Pete breathed. "So she's like Batman with computers?"
"Something like that," Myka shook her head. "She travels as much as I do, with call outs and such. It's pretty perfect." Myka smiled.
Pete watched his best friend as she turned to mush in front of him. He rolled his eyes, they needed to get the workout started. "Hey do we have to fence today? When was the last time anyone was assassinated with a sword? It's all about the guns baby," Pete pulled his favourite hand gun out from its holster. "Whatchaa!" He spun about, imaginarily picking off the other agents in the room.
"Pete!" A cross voice called out across the room. "Would you kindly stop waving the gun around?"
Pete stood still, caught in the act. "Ah, hey Artie! I'm just showing Mykes how guns are the obvious weapon of choice, not these stick swords, you know?"
"Stick swords? Pete it's called a foil." Myka sighed. "Besides, you just don't want to fence because you never win."
"Not fair," Pete complained. "The reason I don't win is because there are too many stupid rules. Why can't I just stick you with the pointy end and you die?"
"The pointy end? I…" Myka was interrupted by Artie holding his hands up.
"Enough. Myka I need you in my office in 5. We have a matter to deal with. Pete? Make yourself useful or hit target practice, just stop waving that hunk of metal about."
As Artie disappeared around the corner, Pete turned back to Myka.
"We're not done with this conversation."
"What conversation?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Mykes, we need to talk about Helena."
Myka smiled at the mention of her name.
"See, that there is what I'm talking about," Pete pointed at her smile. Then he gasped, eyes wide as he realised his vibes may have meant something else entirely. "Do you love her?"
"What?"
"You heard me, are you in love with Helena G. Wells?"
Myka was bright red. She didn't want to talk to Pete about this, at least not right now. She had no idea what she was feeling. All she knew, was that Helena made her so nervous she felt like her heart would give out whenever she was around. "Pete, it's barely been 6 weeks since I met her."
"6 weeks shweeks, who cares how long. You're dodging the question, plus you're all touchy because you haven't had your hot sexy lesbian scissoring in over 24 hours."
"Pete!"
"When does she get back? Until then I am going to lay low."
"I am going to kill you." Was all Myka could get out.
"Hah! You totally love her! Look at your cheeks, I've never seen you blush this much, not even when you had to report to Artie about that hockey guy you bumped off and it involved some, let's just say, saucy clandestine activities."
"Pete!" This time Myka punched him, hard.
"Myka and Helena sitting in a tree…" Pete sang as he retreated hastily out of the room. He stopped in the doorway though, his annoyingly adorable face was sincere. "I'm happy for you Mykes, you know that right?"
Myka shook her head, despite her annoyance. "I'll see you at lunch."
"Yahoo! I knew it! You guys will have the hottest babies ever." He ducked as Myka threw a towel at his head, and quickly left the room.
Myka stood, and stilled herself, trying to compose her mind. I love her. The admission was not as surprising as it should have been. There was something about Helena that just clicked. With a deep sigh, she made her way over to Artie's office. Mission, objectives. She could deal with her feelings later.
Twins Corporation Offices, Chicago.
"So, Miss Donovan, are you going to tell me what has you all worked up, or do we have to drag out this small talk which you know I detest?"
Claudia had her qualms about talking to her partner about her personal life. There was a general rule in their business: you didn't ask, you didn't pry. But H.G was the closest thing Claudia had to family, and Helena was acting off.
"Maybe we should talk about this, y'know, after you've knocked off this guy." She was guiding H.G through the dark halls of Twins Corp. offices. Their mark was a big shot lawyer, working late, as he did every Tuesday evening. Helena was to pay him a visit, with regards from their employer.
"Claudia," Helena began.
"Watch your 6," Claudia muttered into her mouth piece. Helena swiftly moved around the corner and out of sight as the evening janitor emerged on the 16th floor.
The squeaking wheels of his trolley filled Claudia's earpiece. Everything was static for a minute.
"All clear," Claudia said, as the worker entered one of the conference rooms further down the hall. She'd be flitting around the edges of the 'conversation' before chickening out and talking about the weather. Helena hated talking about the weather.
"What's on your mind, Claudia?" Helena had barely managed to ask before the young technical genius blurted out.
"How's Myka?"
Helena frowned. "You want to talk about Myka?"
"Well, I was just wondering, because since you've been back from Colombia, things have been different, you're a bit different."
"Different?" H.G thought it best to let Claudia speak her mind before she rebutted.
"It is different, right? She's not like the others you, uh, spend time with. I mean, usually you move on after one night,"
"Claudia!"
"What? It's true! Sometimes it's not even a whole night…"
"Claudia, are you going somewhere with this?" Helena asked, exasperated.
"I'm just saying, I think you've got it bad."
Helena chuckled at the comment, her low, characteristic laugh made Claudia relax slightly. Got it bad. Interesting phrase. Helena thought, musing over the choice of words. Entirely accurate, though.
Claudia looked at her monitors to see that Helena had paused outside the mark's office, her head leant back against the wall. They were both silent for a moment.
"I'm going to ask her to marry me." Helena said, softly, but with every ounce of conviction.
Claudia's fingers stilled on the laptop keyboard. She focused all her attention on HG. "You're what!?" She held her earpiece against her ear to make sure she had heard correctly.
"I'm going to ask her to marry me." Helena said again, feeling very calm about the whole thing. In fact, it was a relief to tell somebody.
Claudia looked on her monitors and watched H.G in the black and white CCTV stream she had hooked to her screens. Helena's face was half hidden in the shadows, but she was smiling. A spaced-out, wide-eyed, love-sick smile that didn't even come close to the smile she wore when working on her inventions, and that was saying something.
"H.G are you sure? I mean, granted I've never seen you this gooey eyed, like, ever," Helena scowled at that. "But you've only known this woman for a few weeks, you don't think this is moving a little too fast? You do have kinda an impulsive nature," Claudia said, her voice reluctant.
"I love her," came the simple, honest reply.
"You love her." Claudia repeated. Despite her hesitance about the whole situation, Claudia found herself grinning. "The Great Helena G. Wells has fallen in love?"
"Yes," Helena didn't know whether to believe it herself."And it may surprise you to find out that I have thought this through. It's been the only thing I've been thinking about. But, Claudia, Myka… she's smart, beautiful, sexy, complicated, and God that hair…"
"Alright, alright. I've heard enough, Casanova." Claudia rolled her eyes. "Finish the job, then we can talk about wedding bells."