A/N - my apologies for making Helena so petulant here - she makes rebound by next chapter. It's to show what she had to learn - now that she's in a relationship she cares about.

And so many of you pointed out or asked why Myka didn't intuitively know what was going on for Helena if they're connected. I hope I addressed that here - my thought was that - like any worthwhile connection - it takes work and patience. Yes, they were connected in the WH when emotions were intense. But Myka was trying to suppress her feelings a little in order to take care of Helena and that may have clouded things up a bit.

Timing is Everything

"Oh Eileen, surely there is a mistake," Myka said because she could not seem to console the girl. "What happened?" she asked and brought Eileen to sit down on the couch in the waiting area. "Get Mrs. Frederic, please," she asked Millie who jumped to find the HR Director.

"It's okay," Myka said but the poor thing couldn't stop. Millie rushed over with a glass of water.

"Tsk, tsk," Myka heard her say as she went back to her desk.

"Take a sip of this and see if you can …," Myka said and Eileen finally caught her breath.

"They texted me that she was coming and in a bad mood and that I should have her tea ready and so I ran to the kitchen and …," and the tears started again..,.." I prepared it," she said as if that was the problem. Myka patted her back until the latest jag was over.

"The elevator doors opened and I could tell they were right. She has a heavier footstep when she's upset," ….. and Myka smiled to think of course you would know her different gaits. "I stood up and said good morning, but she didn't say anything so I went into the kitchen to check the tea – she likes it steeped for exactly four minutes and twenty seconds," Eileen said and they both heard Millie yell out - "Whoever heard of such a thing," but they both ignored her.

"But as I was checking on the tea – it had thirty seconds to go, she called out for her messages and she sounded so upset that I ran to get them and then I gave them to her but I walked out really quietly and that slowed me down and the tea was steeping for four minutes and fifty seconds," Eileen said and drenched her last words in tears all over again.

Myka grabbed the last tissue out of the box and gave it to Eileen who couldn't decide if her nose or her eyes needed it more.

"And did you bring her the tea?" the lawyer in Myka asked. She wanted the facts.

"Yes and I told her that I was so sorry that it was steeping longer than usual," and Millie said 'by thirty seconds' from behind her desk and Myka closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"And then what happened?" Myka asked hoping Eileen was running out of tears.

"I put it on her desk when she didn't say anything, so I waited there in case she needed me and then she looked up and asked if I needed something and I said no and then she tasted the tea," Eileen said and her bottom lip started to quiver again.

"And?" Myka prompted.

"She said …if I couldn't make a good cup of tea, I was... fired," … she sobbed and put her head in Myka's lap.

For Eileen it was a foregone conclusion.

Whether Helena meant it that way or whether Eileen took it that way, Myka didn't care. Helena should know that the poor girl would be crushed if the word 'fired' was even mentioned. It was careless of Helena to be so cavalier.

"Eileen, I think perhaps Ms. Wells over reacted and probably wouldn't have known the tea was over steeped…" Myka tried, but Eileen shook her head.

"No, Ms. Bering, she knows. She knows if it's a second off. I don't know how, but she does," Eileen said and Myka found that just a little suspicious.

"OK tell you what we're going to do. Can you make me two cups of tea, sweetie? One the right time and one a few seconds off?" Myka asked.

"You want me to...make you tea?" Eileen asked. Myka thought for a second that she might refuse – that she only made tea for Helena.

"Yes, if you could," Myka asked and got up and walked the youth to the little kitchen and left her to her work.

"If you ask me, that woman deserves Lipton tea – cold," Millie said even though no one asked.

"Millie," Myka said gently reprimanding her.

"Oh Ms. Bering, I'm sorry but that's just too much. Firing Eileen? She's the sweetest thing that walks God's green earth," Millie whispered.

"I'm sure this was a misunderstanding and Ms. Wells will make everything right," Myka said and Millie gave her a look because Myka didn't sound so convincing.

Minutes later, Eileen brought out the two cups of tea on a tray. "The one on your right is done exactly to the time, the one on the left is over by thirty seconds," she explained with great care.

Claudia bolted off the elevator and ran to Myka. "Is she fracking insane? She fired Eileen?" the Teckie said without noticing the young assistant. "What next? Kicking puppies, stealing lunch money. After what we did for her yesterday? Saving her ass the way we did. And that's not the first time that Mary Poppins has saved her ass. I mean, she's always …..oh, hello Eileen," Claudia said finally.

"Ms. Wells would never hurt animals or steal," Eileen said …..and she was serous.

Claudia opened her eyes wide and looked at Myka and her expression said it all – 'what are you going to do because you better do something'.

"Perhaps Ms. Donovan would like to come with me upstairs," Myka said hoping Claudia could clue her in.

"Are you kidding me? No thank you. You know when you go up, the doors are gonna open and the flames are going to be shooting out from the walls and there's going to be fire and brimstone – wait what is brimstone – anyway yeah, no thanks. I got a firewall to secure," Claudia said.

She was backing up to the elevator and when it opened, she practically knocked Irene out of the way.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be up there?" Claudia asked concerned that her boss was alone.

"I tried," Mrs. Frederic said nonplused.

"You tried? You can't just try, lives are at stake here," Claudia blustered - thinking the adults didn't know what they were doing.

"I'll stay with Eileen," Irene said to Myka. She knew Helena's mood had nothing to do with work.

Myka took the two cups of tea and went upstairs. Packages were piled on Eileen's desk haphazardly because there was no one to sign for them. The phone was ringing continuously because there was no one to answer the phone. Myka put the tray down, knocked on the door, and entered with the tray.

"Does she not hear that phone? It's been lighting up for the last half hour. Where the bloody hell is she?" Helena yelled.

"Sit down," Myka said calmly as she put the tray down.

"Oh now she had you brining in my tea?" Helena asked her accent on full throttle because she was upset.

"Sit down," Myka said and Helena hesitated. It was good to see Myka, even if she was mad at her. She sat down in her big leather chair on the other side of the desk. Myka gently pushed the tray over to her.

"Taste them," she said.

"You want me to bloody drink two cups? And you made them?" Helena asked incredulously.

"Helena, there's something I am confused by and perhaps you can help me," Myka said taking her seat.

"What?" Helena asked softening just a little.

"When you were enclosed in that contraption, and I was outside, I could hear you, Helena. I could feel you," Myka said.

"Yes, I know," Helena said squirming just a little in her chair.

"So how come I can't hear nor feel what is going on with you now?" Myka asked genuinely confused.

"How the bloody hell…," Helena started, but caught Myka's look. "I assure you, I do not know," she changed it to.

"I think you do," Myka countered. She was after all, a lawyer. She knew you didn't always take the first answer. The confirmation was in Helena's refusal to answer.

"Mrs. Frederic seemed to be quite intuitive about you. I attributed this to her being psychically connected to you. Is that a fair statement?" Myka asked.

"Am I on trial?" Helena asked because she picked up on Myka's tone.

"Not yet. That's true isn't it?" Myka repeated.

"Yes, there is a connection with my One," Helena said.

"Then how is it that I don't feel it? Does it come with time? Is there a training period? Does it increase the more I get to know you?" Myka asked.

"How the …. I am not the One, I am the source, so how would I know what you feel or how you feel or when it happens," Helena protested. "I don't know everything!" said the one who thought she pretty much knew everything.

"Aha," Myka said in response. "Taste the tea, Helena."

Helena looked quizzically at her. The Brit's plan was to be very annoyed at Myka this morning – for leaving, for thwarting her plans – but now that she was sitting there, Helena was having a hard time staying annoyed.

"Oh goody. More of your take charge attitude," Helena mumbled …..as she took the first cup and sipped it. She put it down none too gently. "This is not my cup."

"Thank you for indulging me. Now the other," Myka said pushing the second cup closer. Helena took the cup and drank from it and placed it back down.

"Well you might not be proficient at being my One, but you're getting better at making tea," Helena said getting to the heart of the matter.

"I never made you tea," Myka said.

"Well then it's an excellent first try, and I do appreciate your apologetic gesture," Helena said misreading the set up.

"Which one was better?" Myka asked, addressing first things first.

"Which? How the bloody hell would I know? They're both cups of tea!" Helena said losing patience.

Myka was used to uncooperative witnesses. She wasn't even hitting her stride yet.

"Yes, but which one tasted better?" Myka said.

Helena tried to figure out what this was about. Had Myka made one cup, someone else the other and she wanted Helena to pick out the one she made? Was she looking for some kind of accolade for this?

"You're uncharacteristically needy this morning," Helena pointed out.

"Try them again," Myka said pushing the tray closer. God she was stubborn! Helena thought.

"Very well, Counselor, if it will make you happy," Helena said and took two sips. "This one," she said sliding the saucer on Myka's left back toward her.

"You're sure?" Myka asked.

"Yes I'm bloody sure, I am English you know. We do know a thing or two about tea unlike the rest of the world," Helena fumed.

"Would you say that tea was steeped to perfection? The way you like it?" Myka pressed.

Helena took a deep breath. She knew there was a reason for this charade and it was only because she thought it was attached to Myka's apology that she played along.

"Without a doubt," Helena said.

"That surprises me," Myka said.

"Myka, it's alright if you don't know how to make the perfect cup of tea. The point is you're trying," Helena said trying to appreciate her efforts.

"Helena, I don't know the first thing about making any kind of tea, nor do I wish to learn. Eileen made those for me," Myka said.

"Pardon? Myka, really I don't care if she made you tea …where is she by the bloody way?" Helena said - now remembering her absence. She reached for the phone to buzz the assistant.

"She's not there Helena. You fired her remember?" Myka said.

"What? I did no such thing," Helena said vehemently.

"She brought you in tea and it wasn't steeped to the exact second you like and when she told you, you fired her," Myka said sitting back in the chair.

"She ... I ….. she said ..I…," Helena said.

"What happened Helena?" Myka asked trying to be fair. She had a pretty good idea of what transpired.

"Oh for bloody sakes. I came in and she brought me the tea and told me it wasn't done properly so I told her if she couldn't manage to make a bloody cup of tea …..," and Helena stopped.

"You told her she was fired and she believed you, Helena. She's devastated," Myka informed her.

"Oh bullocks! This is ridiculous. And what? She went crying down to you?" Helena said annoyed they were talking about Eileen being upset and not about what was upsetting Helena.

"Helena, that girl worships the ground you walk on. She thinks the world of you and she's extremely biased – she thinks you can do no wrong. Now you and I know better," Myka said smiling – a little too much for Helena. "You picked the over-steeped tea."

"What? " Helena said crossing her arms across her chest.

"The tea? The one you picked was steeping for – brace yourself Helena, four minutes and fifty seconds," Myka said feigning horror. "Over your preferred time by thirty seconds."

Helena looked at her, then the tea and then back at Myka. "How the bloody hell would I know the difference in tea by seconds?" Helena barked.

"Obviously you don't, but Eileen pays such close attention to your every whim, that she knows," Myka said.

"Well, get her back and I will unfire her," Helena huffed.

"You'll apologize," Myka said and Helena wasn't finding this bossy Myka so sexy.

"Why is it that my One is always trying to make me into a bleeding heart social worker?" Helena said.

"Because we know your conduct in unbecoming," Myka said back.

"My conduct? Unbecoming? What about your conduct?" Helena said getting to what was bothering her.

"What did I do?" Myka asked and she wasn't defensive at all. She really wanted to know.

"You were supposed to stay with me last night. You …. You …made me …then you touched …..and ….. where did you go?" Helena finally said completing one thought.

"When I came out, you were asleep and I didn't want to disturb you," Myka explained.

"Well, I was waiting for you to disturb me," Helena blurted out and Myka pulled her lips in to suppress the smile.

"Helena, I was very concerned for your health, you know that. If you must know, I was very distracted by what was going on between us," Myka confessed. It took Helena a minute to take that in.

"You were?" she asked, her tone softened. "But you left.."

"Helena, you were through a lot yesterday. We all were. I was worried about the effects. I would never do anything – no matter how strongly I felt – that might delay your recovery," Myka said.

"You felt strongly?" Helena asked.

Myka got up from the chair and walked over to Helena's side and sat on the edge of the desk. "Ms. Wells you can be quite charming when you want to be. I found it very hard to resist you last night."

"Then why the bloody hell didn't you give into that?" Helena wondered out loud.

"Because there are right moments for that Helena. And last night was not it, in spite of how I felt," Myka explained.

"I hardly understand your logic," Helena said truthfully. "I was naked under that sheet," she said as if it were news.

"Yes, I know," Myka said smiling down at her.

Helena wanted to fall into the green pools that held her in their gaze. Myka's words were the balm for Helena's temper.

"Well, I'm all better now, thanks to your nursing care," Helena announced.

"I'm very glad to hear that," Myka said taking Helena's hand.

"So maybe you'll stay …after dinner tonight?" Helena asked.

"Oh I don't know," Myka said and Helena tried to pull her hand away, but Myka wouldn't let her. "I work for this woman who is on the warpath today and I don't know if I'll be able to get out of work."

"Really? Perhaps there's a good reason she is on the warpath as you call it," Helena said chagrined.

"Oh well I think it's because she's …..," and Myka looked into the ebony eyes and said; "...frustrated."

"Well perhaps then as her Chief Counsel you can do something about that," Helena said playing along.

"Are you suggesting that I fraternize with my boss?" Myka asked teasingly.

Helena stood up. "You have a gift for speech, Counselor. I am suggesting you use your tongue…," Helena said bending over to finish her sentence in Myka's ear.

Even knowing they were being playful, Myka was still surprised by Helena's remark. There were no small steps with Helena. She was ready to make one giant leap for Myka-kind. Helena finished her suggestion that left warm breath and lips grazing Myka's ear. Myka put her hand up to hold it when Helena stood back.

"You're ….going to …uhm….apologize ….to Eileen…now," Myka said struggling to sound forceful.

"I love it when you're bossy," Helena toyed with her. The smoldering look in Helena's eyes left no doubt who was back in charge.

"Helena," Myka warned, "Be good." She meant about Eileen.

"Oh darling, I promise you – you've never had good the way I do it," Helena smiled seductively.

Myka stood up from the desk, surprised that her legs were still able to hold her upright. God, this woman was a roller coaster ride of moods.

"Good yes, well then…. Eileen," Myka said putting some distance between them.

Suddenly, Myka was aware of things coming at her. She felt intoxicated, a light feeling running through her veins. She felt dark, like a weight was heavy on the shoulders. She could feel something pulling at her in some places, and pushing at her in others. She moved backwards as parts of her felt like she was on fire, yet her hands were so cold they were trembling.

"Helena?" she asked looking at her.

"Yes, now we are connected," Helena confirmed.