Wells Train-ed

Myka's hands were shaking and nothing she did would make them stop. The assailant grew impatient and put the gun to her head.

"Bitch!" he said and didn't hear the sound of three men falling behind him. Helena had kicked one sending him reeling downward and hit the other two squarely in the windpipe.

Myka shut her eyes thinking this was it. She heard the sound of him grunting and what sounded like branches snapping – and screams of pain – and thought she was going crazy because….. she could smell Chanel.

The only thing that snapped faster than the bone in the thug's arm was Helena. When she saw him point the gun at Myka's forehead, she came up behind him, kicked his leg out from under him and grabbed his arm, twisting it with all her might. Locking his head in her grip, she removed the gun from the broken arm and pushed him on the ground. He could have easily flipped her given their size and weight difference, if it weren't for the fact that Helena knew that and kept his broken bone under her knee – causing him intense pain if he moved.

She held his gun on the remaining thugs who stopped in their tracks. People froze in their seats since Helena was not identifying herself as a cop. Women screamed and one guy took out his phone to video it. All the time, the train was speeding along coming into the next station.

Myka looked at the hooded person in front of her and her brain shut down. All could she could think of as her life was passing in front of her was Helena. That would explain the psychotic episode she was having that Helena was there. It was her desperate wish making her smell her perfume and hear her accent when the words – I could kill you – were uttered to the man who had held the gun on her.

"Let's go!" Jane yelled to her back up as they descended the stairs at 59th Street. The cops had been alerted by a passenger in the next car that something was going on. "Looks like our gang," she yelled as the armed force made their way onto the train platform and saw the training coming. "The end car," she yelled out and the police got into place. The conductor had been instructed to pull into the station and wait for the signal to open the doors so the police could rush in.

The train came to a halt and people in the seized car prayed the doors would open – but they didn't. Helena wanted to turn to Myka and assure her everything was okay, but she couldn't take her eyes off the remaining gang members nor her knee off the man beneath her.

Finally, the doors opened with a loud swishing sound and guns were aimed inside.

"Get the hell down on the floor," they shouted to the passengers standing because they couldn't distinguish the passengers from the gang members. Jane saw the Glock in the hand of the hooded person kneeling on the man and aimed.

"Put the gun down behind you!" she yelled and someone shouted "She's the one who saved us!" That didn't mean anything to Jane – this could have been a rival gang member or a vigilante. People in their seats pushed back against the car as the police entered.

Helena put her hands up and slowly put the gun down on the floor and waited for Jane to put her foot on it.

"Stand up," she yelled to Helena and she did.

Myka finally let out a breath when she saw the uniformed police were there.

"Holy Mother of Christ!" Jane said as she whipped the hood down.

"Detective Tierney," Helena said and Myka's mind raced to figure out how Jane had brought Helena with her.

"How? Where?" Jane was asking as she motioned for the officer to take the gun into evidence.

Helena smiled and pushed past her. "He threatened Myka," is all she said and knelt down in front of the woman whose life she saved.

Myka got wide eyed as she saw Helena approach her and couldn't believe she was there – and all the emotion she had inside that had been building, made her shake and cry and she held onto the Helena's head in her lap.

"Oh my God, Helena," she said over and over again, still not taking in what happened. "Are you really here?" Myka cried pulling her up and touching her face.

"Yes, Myka, I am. I am here," Helena said and Myka ran her hands over her face to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

"Are you hurt? If you are hurt, Helena, I will be …I will…oh God, Helena," Myka said both scared and grateful at the same time.

The car erupted into applause as they saw the woman who had saved them kiss Myka.

"Damn! That's Helena Wells!" one guy cried out. "She done kick ass and saved her woman. Damn!"

Helena stood up and leaned into kiss Myka. "You're okay, Myka. You're okay," she assured her. Myka sat there and couldn't let go of Helena. She grabbed her hand to her face and just thanked God over and over again that she was there and that they were together.

"I can't …how did you…?" Jane asked as she looked around. She knew what it would take for one person – a much smaller person – to subdue four men and hold three others at gunpoint.

"I want a word with him," Helena said to Jane and there was nothing in her tone that indicated she was asking. If Jane didn't know Helena, she would have worried about her mental state.

"Bring him here," she said to the cop who had handcuffed the man who held the gun on Myka.

The man in pain sneered at Helena. "You like it rough bitch?" he asked Helena. Jane went to push him away, but Helena stopped him.

"Take a good look at my face. Memorize it. Make sure you know my voice. Because if you ever come near this woman again, I will kill you – and you won't see me coming," Helena said.

Jane quickly looked around. "I did not hear you threaten this man," she said so as not to be a witness.

"That was no threat," Helena said pulling him by his jacket. "That was a promise," she said into his face and shot her hand at his shoulder so fast and hard, he screamed out in pain as it became dislocated.

"OK, we're done here," Jane said taking the man and handing him over.

The police had to interview the passengers who all corroborated that Helena came out of the end of the train and subdued the gang members.

Helena went back to Myka who could finally stood up from her seat. "Helena," she said grabbing her and holding her. "I was so afraid," Myka said and Helena held her head close. "It's okay Myka. I won't let anything harm you."

"How did you … get here?" Myka said looking down at the running clothes she had seem her in before.

"I ran, but not though the park," Helena said and smiled.

"But you were – just there," Myka said.

"I could feel it Myka. I could feel you were in danger," Helena said as the only explanation she could offer.

"You are my One, Helena. You are my One," Myka said leaning into Helena's shoulder, still shaken by the whole ordeal.

Twitter was ablaze with Hashtag CEOsavespassengers. The news media were there quickly, but Jane made sure an unmarked police car took them home.

"You know I have to interview you both tomorrow, right?" Jane said almost apologetically.

"Yes," Helena said just happy to have Myka safe.

"Hey Wells?" Jane said as they left.

"Yes Detective?" Helena asked.

"We are more than even now," Jane said.

"Yes, I know," Helena said in the friendliest tone she had used with the cop.

It didn't take long for the news to hit the airwaves and radio waves and the City was abuzz with the episode.

"What the frack?" Claudia said when her she saw the news. She was getting off the train and walking to her apartment. She immediately texted Myka. Then she called Eileen. "Oh she will be nuts!" she thought to herself as she thought about it.

"Are you okay? Are they ok? Are they ok?" Eileen shouted into the phone.

"I'm fine. I'm home and I haven't heard from Myka yet. I called Pete to see if he heard from CJ, but nothing yet. I'm sure they're fine," Claudia said to soothe her friend.

"Should I call Mrs. Frederic?" Eileen asked.

"No, it's late. She'll find out in the morning with the rest of the world," Claudia said. "Hold on," the techie said as a text came in from Myka. "Yeah, they're okay," she shared with her dinner host.

"OK, I'll see you tomorrow," Eileen said. "Unless you want to call me later."

"Yeah, I will," Claudia smiled.

The car brought Helena and Myka to the townhouse and the press was already waiting. Unlike the other day, Helena had nothing to say. She wanted – no needed – to take Myka inside and make sure she was okay. She had kissed Myka's forehead over and over in an attempt to erase the feeling of the barrel of a gun being pointed there. She held Myka in her arm and kept her close. Even now, amidst the throngs of people the police held at bay, the only thing Helena could see was Myka. She opened the door and pulled Myka in and closed it shut on the world.

"Myka I am…," Helena started to say. Myka had some time now to think. And while she was grateful for Helena's timing – she could not erase the sight of her kneeling on the man, holding a gun. She could have gotten herself killed!

"Are you insane!" Myka said hitting Helena squarely on the shoulders with her hands. Helena was stunned to say the least. She fell back against the wall and then Myka grabbed her tight. "You could have been hurt! So hurt," Myka said between sobs of crying at just that very thought.

Myka's mind was spaghetti. Her head was filled with conflicting strands of thoughts. Helena saved her! She had a gun at her head and Helena saved her! Helena could have been hurt! Seriously hurt! She saved everyone in that car! She put her life in danger! She put her life in danger …..for me!

"It's okay, Myka," Helena said softly and held her. They walked up the long flight of stairs to the bedroom and Myka wouldn't let go the entire time. They lay down on the bed and Myka pulled Helena next to her and curled in to a ball in her arms. She had never been so scared in all her life. And now, she never felt so safe.

The eleven o'clock news broke the news to the rest of the City that Helena Wells had subdued a gang of thugs and saved the people.

"Detective Tierney, can you tell us how Ms. Wells was able to capture these guys and the NYPD couldn't?" a reporter asked and the cop knew that question was coming.

"I sincerely don't know anyone like that woman. Now, we are not encouraging citizens to take things into their own hands believe me. Ms. Wells was very fortunate tonight. She could have been seriously injured or caused others to get injured," Jane said because she couldn't openly endorse what Helena did or she's have her hands full of vigilantes. "It just worked out this time," Jane said and wouldn't take any more questions.

The men were booked at the station. Jane made one stop before heading home. She went to the ER where the leader of the gang was awaiting treatment on his broken bone and dislocated shoulder.

"Hector," Jane said and slapped his arm on purpose. "Oh sorry, bad arm?"

"You wait until I get out," he spat at the cop and the office offered to hold him down, but Jane waved him off.

"Me and Hector go way back, don't we Hector? Now seeing how we're old friends, I'm here to give you a piece of advice," Jane said chewing a new stick of gum.

"You say it to my lawyer, bitch," the man said.

"Yeah, he ain't here. So I'm going to tell you," Jane said leaning in close. "Don't you go near the woman who you know did this to you …..or the entire NYPD force will be all over your ass that the asses of your entire family, Hector. Capiche?" Jane said and then patted his shoulder.

The man cried out in pain. "Oh, bad shoulder? Sorry Hector," Jane said smiling.

Helena held onto Myka closely all night. Myka finally fell asleep, but was obviously having trouble because she kept waking up with a start. Helena would kiss her head, and gently brush her fingers along her face and Myka would go back to sleep for a little bit.

"It's okay Myka, I am here," Helena would repeat until she felt Myka's body give into the slumber.

"I will always be here."

Looking forward as always ... you make my day.