A/N I promise I will updated my other stories soon. I just feel the need to work on this for a bit.

Disclaimer : I own nothing of SyFy.

Myka set her bag next to her office desk, it looked just the same as if she had just been here yesterday, even if it had been almost a month since she had been at the airport. She ran her fingers over her laptop and then on the bare wood surface of her desk.

"Steve," she whispered, smiling as she rubbed her two, dust free fingers together. Her phone started to ring, shaking her out of her thoughts, as she sat down to answer the phone. She pressed the speaker button.

"Myka Bering, how may I help you," She answered as she shrugged off her jacket, draping it over the back of her office chair.

"Good morning, Myka. Steve here, I was wondering if it was okay to come over and see you. Artie has a lot of files…" Steve's voice trailed off as Myka's attentions were drawn to the picture sitting on her desk. She ran her fingers over the image of her and Pete on either side of Jane. That was a happy day for them, celebrating Mothers' Day at their old home.

"Myka?... You there?" Steve's voice shook Myka from her thoughts.

"Yeah, come over. I should be updated on everything before we meet Artie," Myka said as she hung up the phone then sighed, rubbing a tear away from her cheek. She inhaled sharply to steady herself, then reached for the picture and put it inside her bottom desk drawer.

X

"Not much happened while you were… you...um," Steve stuttered while trying to concentrate on the reports he had spread out on Myka's desk.

"Bereavement leave, Steve, it is okay to say the word," Myka said as she looked up from the paperwork. She could see her partner struggle with what to say next, setting her pen down she reached for his hand across the desk.

"Steve, it's okay to miss him and it's okay to talk about it if you need to." Myka smiled at him as she leaned back, picking her pen back up and lowered her eyes to go over the reports. "Thank you, Steve, for everything," Myka said without looking back up at her partner. Steve smiled as they went back to work.

XXX

"Well, that could have gone better," Steve said as the three airport agents walked down the concourse. Artie let out a urummf as they walked over to the coffee kiosk just down from the international flights gate. Steve kept his distance from the gruff man and ordered their coffees.

"There are better ways to deal with irate Russian diplomats than just standing there saying 'Da, da' to everything they say. For all you knew, you could have agreed to let them build a missile silo right here in the middle on the concourse!" Artie bellowed at the younger agent.

"But they didn't," Myka interjected, handing Artie a cup of mocha latte.

"If it wasn't for Agent Bering here, able to communicate in Russian to them, we would have had another Cuban missile crisis," Artie grumbled as they turned and walked to a small standalone table near the kiosk.

Myka gave Steve a small nod and looked back at the coffee stand. As he left Artie turned to Myka, resting his hand on her wrist. "It's good to have you back, kiddo. It's not nearly as much fun teasing him without you here, and he has actually done an okay job, of course, due to your training," Artie said, giving Myka a rare smile.

"Of course," Myka smiled, then smirked into her coffee cup. Steve came rushing back to the table out of breath, placing the bag down in front of the gruff agent.

"And where the hell have you been...oh, oatmeal scotchie," the older man said as he reached for the cookies Steve had brought over.

"Why didn't you tell me about these cookies and him?" Steve staged whispered to Myka as they watched their boss's face turn almost orgasmic as he chewed on the sweet treats.

"Because I would have had to kill you when my wife Vanessa asked you if I had eaten any and we all know what a bad liar you are," Artie grumbled as he reached for another.

Myka excused herself from the playful bickering as she felt her phone vibrating in her jacket pocket. She looked at the caller ID, and a small smile played at the corners of her lips as she walked over to the window overlooking the tarmac.

"Hello, Helena. Is everything alright? Myka asked, a bit of concern lacing her voice.

"Hello to you too, Myka. Yes, everything is all right. I just wanted to call and wish good luck to you on your first day back at work." Helena said as she sat her in office. Claudia smiled as she was typing away on her laptop across from Helena.

"Thanks, Helena, I appreciate that. How does Christina like the book?" Myka asked as she walked into her office, closing the door behind her.

"She absolutely adores it, but I may have to chastise you for the interruption in my REM cycle," Helena said, then covered the bottom of her phone with her hand as her TA started to giggle.

"Oh, and why is that, Helena?" Myka smiled a little to herself, her thoughts drifting back to the kiss they had shared. She wondered if Helena was having the same sort of dream that had been invading her slumber of late.

"Because my young one insists that I read the book to her every night before bed," Helena said as she wadded up a piece of paper her TA had handed to her, tossing it back at Claudia.

"Stop it," Helena mouthed at Claudia. "I am trying to work up to it."

"Helena, working up to what?" Myka asked after hearing Helena whisper over the phone.

"Ah, yes, sorry, I was interrupted by my TA reminding me that my order will arrive late this week. Christina was so enchanted with your book, that I felt it necessary to order one, just for her," Helena said as she got up from her desk, walking over to look out the window of her office.

"So, do you want to return the book?" Myka asked, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice as she got up and started to stare out her office window.

"Yes," Helena said, her attention was pulled away by Claudia waving her hands in a motion for her to keep talking. Helena squinted her eyes, not understanding what the TA was trying to say.

"Um… okay, just call me or you can mail it back to me if you prefer." Myka could no longer hide the hurt and disappointment in her voice. She thought that when Helena had finished with the book, that they would meet up again.

"No, wait. That is not… is that what you want?" Helena asked as she tried to repress the sick knot forming in the pit of her stomach, thinking that Myka may not want to see her again. She turned to Claudia wide-eyed, the girl shrugging her shoulders then mouthed to her to keep speaking.

Claudia turned to the desk, scribbling on a notepad then holding it for Helena to see: "Ask her over to your place!"

Myka was silent, she strained her ears trying to listen to the background whispers on the phone. "Helena, look, its okay, I underst..."

"No, it is not," Helena said, cutting Myka off. She took a deep breath as she turned away from the notepad Claudia held up, still shaking it at the older woman. "Lets start over, shall we?" Helena said as she stood still, facing the window, ignoring her TA behind her. "Myka, I would like for you to come over Friday night, maybe stay and have dinner with me. I mean, with Christina and me. She has asked about you."

Myka smiled at the thought of seeing the little girl again and spending time with both of them.

"Myka, Artie needs us back… oh, sorry," Steve was saying as he knocked on the door, opening it and speaking as he entered. He stopped as Myka held up her hand to Steve, turning back to the window.

"Yes, I remember you saying something before about coming over to see Christina. I would love to. Hold on, just let me check my calendar…" Myka said as she walked over to her desk, flipping through it. She raised her eyes to Steve, watching as he slowly backed out the door from her pointed glare.

"I have an appointment with the therapist, but I think I can arrange that for Thursday instead. I'll call you to confirm for Friday. Seven o'clock okay?" Myka asked as she thumbed through, looking and then finding the therapist's number.

"Sound lovely, although, if you are able, six might be better, eight is usually Christina's bedtime and I thought it might be nice to spend a little time together… and I am rambling on like a teenager," Helena sighed, trying to slow the racing of her heart.

"Six will be fine; I'll just have to come straight from work. I need to run, so if you don't mind, text me your address and I will text to confirm the time; okay?" Myka said as Steve peeked his head back into her office, his face flushed as she heard Artie barking orders in the background.

"Brilliant, I look forward to seeing you on Friday then. Cheers, Myka," Helena said, smiling.

"Same here. Sorry, I have to run. Bye, Helena," Myka said as she pressed the end call button. Grabbing her jacket, she rolled her eyes as Steve grinned at her.

"SQUEEEE...You have a date!" The young TA said as she bounced on her heels, holding her hand up, waiting for a high five slap that did not come.

"That did not help," Helena said as she slapped the girl lightly on the head instead of on her held up palm. She tossed the notepad off her desk, watching it fall off Claudia's chair.

"It got you a date, didn't it?" Claudia smiled as she sat back down and picked the notepad off the floor.

"It is not a proper date. Myka is coming over to pick up her book and stay for dinner. Leena and Christina will be there, and… before you ask, yes, you can be there too," Helena said as she straightened her vest and sat back down at her desk. "These papers wont grade themselves," Helena remarked as she handed a stack over to her TA.

The silence of the room was soon broken by a loud snort.

"What?" Helena asked as she looked up at Claudia.

"Oh, nothing...just...you like her, you want to hold her, you want to kiss her," Claudia singsonged as she hugged herself.

"Shut it," Helena said, her frown slowly ebbing into a smile.

XXX

"Someone is knocking at the front door, Mummy," Christina said as she tugged at Helena's trousers. Helena was frantically checking herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom, brushing away unseen lint and unbuttoning, then rebuttoning her light blue dress shirt.

"Bollocks, she's early," Helena mumbled as she looked at the clock on her nightstand and then down to her daughter who was giggling. "That is a bad word that I never want to hear you ever utter; all right, little one?" Helena said as she gently pulled Christina in front of her, kissing the top of the little girl's head as she straightened the ribbon in the girl's hair.

"I promise, no bad words. You look pretty, Mummy," Christina said as mother and daughter looked into the mirror, smiling at each other.

"Your hot date is here and she looks smokin' and… um, hey Christina!" Claudia abruptly halted her teasing as Helena looked mortified, waving her hand across her throat in a 'shut the hell up' motion.

"Mummy, what is a hot date?" The little girl asked as she smiled, looking up innocently at her mother.

"Mummy invited Myka to come over tonight and join us for dinner. You have been asking to see her, remember, little one?" Helena smiled to Christina and picked her up. Helena glared at Claudia as she passed by her on her way out to the living room.

Helena could hear Leena and Myka talking as she approached the kitchen door. Her hand was pressed against the smooth wood, hiking Christina more snugly onto her hip when she stop short from entering the kitchen.

"The two of them have been non stop with the chatter, Myka this and Myka that," Helena heard Leena saying.

"Oh, really?" Myka replied, the sound of Myka's voice in Helena's home raised goosebumps on the Brit's skin. "Well, we have been talking on the phone with each other every few days since the day of the… since we went for coffee that day," Helena could just barely detect a small tremor in Myka's voice as she spoke about that day of the funeral.

"Ah, yes. You were the cause of me having to rescue HG's car from the clutches of the tow company. Seems the city frowns on cars being left overnight on city streets. If you ask Claudia, she thinks it's their secret way of paying for that new city hall," Helena heard Leena say, then listening as both women chuckled.

"Claudia's a conspiracy theorist?" Myka asked.

"Like you would not believe. You should hear her theory on why white males are the major owners in the porn and bondage…"

"Okay, who is hungry? I know I sure am," Claudia said in loud voice as she pushed Helena and herself through the kitchen. Claudia had been standing just behind Helena and Christina, both of them listening to the conversation from the other side of the kitchen.

"Hey, babe. What's for dinner? Hiya Myka. Look who I found," Claudia said as she guided Helena close to Myka, coming out from around Helena and making a beeline to the pots on the stove.

Helena's breath hitched, and she swallowed hard as Myka turned to face the mother and daughter.

"Myka!" Christina squealed, the little girl squirming in Helena's arms until her mother gently set her down. Helena smiled at Leena as they watched the little girl grip Myka's leg, hugging it tight as Myka looked up at the three women.

"Well now, and who is this pretty young lady? I was told Christina was here, but I don't see her," Myka said as she bent down, kissing the little girl on the cheek as Christina giggled.

"Come on Christina. I need a gourmet touch with dinner," Leena said, smiling, as she held her hand out to the little girl.

"Why don't you give Myka the grand tour while we finish getting dinner ready," Claudia said as she struggled to open the bottle of wine Myka had brought. Leena frowned at Claudia, handing Christina to Claudia and started to set out wine glasses, making sure to pour a glass of milk for the little girl.

As the three of them were busy in the kitchen, Helena showed Myka around the house. "This is the nickel tour, leading to my paltry collection of books," Helena said as she led Myka into her home office. She opened the french doors to the patio as Myka scanned her books.

"This is far from paltry, Helena," Myka remarked as she scanned the titles, many the same as the ones in her own collection. "Something tells me you are trying to be very humble," Myka said as her head was downcast, thumbing through one book. "But somehow that does not seem to suit you," Myka remarked, raising her eyes from the book she had been scanning.

Helena was busted. She had been leaning against the french doors, her arms crossed over her chest as her eyes were drinking in every inch of Myka's body. She had been so lost in admiring how well the dark pink blouse hugged Myka's toned arms and waist, how just a hint of cleavage peeked out as Myka drew in each breath.

Forest green eyes held mahogany prisoner as Helena watched the small smirk forming on Myka's lips. "You look like a child whose hand was caught in the cookie jar," Myka said before turning her back, placing the book back on the shelf. As Myka faced the bookcase, she could hear Helena's footfalls nearing behind her. The warmth radiating from Helena's body intensified as she came closer to Myka.

"Why did you leave so abruptly that night?" Myka asked softly as she turned around, mere inches between them. "Was it because… you said we were still in mourning, which we were, I mean are, aren't we? I thought you didn't feel the same… I mean, I felt something when our fingers touched and then..." Helena halted Myka's rambling with a gentle press of her lips against Myka's.

"I thought I did something wrong," Myka sighed into Helena's kiss, lips brushing softly together.

Helena let out her own sigh of pleasure. "No...maybe...We should talk about this," Helena whispered as she gently kissed along Myka's jaw, leaving tender skin flushed.

"We should," Myka responded, holding Helena's face in the palm of her hands, tilting her head down just enough to ghost her lips against Helena's again, her breath quickening.

"Hey, we have wine and … oops," Claudia said as she entered the room, two glasses in hand, turning on her heels and back out the door.

"Perhaps we should have that conversation after dinner?" Helena whispered. Myka nodded, and both women were smiling as they walked to the dining room.