A/N A few pokes and prods from some readers are to blame for writing another chapter. I had planned this as just a one-shot, but… life happens along with the horrors on the roadways of America when people choose to disregard the consequences of their actions and their effect on others on the highways.

"We keep meeting like this every night and people will soon talk," the accented voice full of mirth as she held the diner door open, nodding slightly as the taller woman first gave a tight lipped smile of thanks, then quickly heading south at her quip.

"What people?" Myka asked. Turning as she crossed the files against her chest. "And do you assume I look like someone who gives a rats ass what others think?" her voice filling with defiance.

Helena raised her hands in mock surrender, then adjusting her satchel over her shoulder, studying the cracks in the sidewalk as she walked a step behind the woman. "I realize the whispers that are said," Helena raising a finger to halt the outburst she felt coming. "I am the newbie, yes? Subjected to rumors as to why I ended up here, escaping a storied past and tainted reputation from over the pond." her half smile somehow soothing the rage Myka was shaking from.

"I could give a shit less about rumors, hoping you got that by now with me," Myka nodding as she helped Helena load her things into her car.

"My reason for seeking out your companionship at this diner every night for the past few weeks. You were a beacon of nonjudgmental light in that sea of sots, a light of reason that shone through my first day in a ocean of strangers in a foreign place, of a new setting and what not." Helena shrugged as she closed the hatchback on her small car.

"Okay, putting all that sappy praise aside for one second, really HG? A Mini Cooper? Get any more Brit than that?" Myka smirking as she arranged the files in the back of her SUV. "Thought you were trying to fit in?" Myka raising an eyebrow as she peered through the window, "And the steering wheel on the wrong side?"

"I will have you know that this car is an old family heirloom which," raising her finger up to squelch the giggles? Coming from the taller woman. "Cost quite a pretty quid to have shipped here."

Myka tried her best to conceal the goofy lopsided grin tugging at her lips as she turned to her own, gas guzzling, made in the US of A SUV. "Way to fit in Wells," Myka teased.

"Perchance…" Helena resting her hands on the top seal of the downed window as Myka started up her car, trying her best to conceal her nervousness, "A meal, other than here, at this diner, mind you I am not complaining of our Ms. Leena's culinary skills." Myka shutting off the engine as she leaned toward the woman.

"Are you, in your sophisticated, British way, trying to ask me out on a date?" Myka catching herself at the last of her words, never, ever had she been bold enough in all her years to flirt. Much less take the terrifying leap to assume a beauty of Helena's caste would be anything else but wanting her tutelage, days of old as the class nerd her yoke to bare.

"Well, considering a bottle of wine as the choice of adornment on a candle lit table, yes." Helena trying her best to radiate confidence over the crashing butterflies now battling in her stomach as she leaned on her arms, her boot toe tapping nervously on the asphalt pavement behind and out of sight of Myka.

"You are just asking me because I am the only woman you know in this town …" Myka was saying as she adjusted her seat belt. Her head suddenly turning to the warm, gently grip of strong fingers under her chin.

"You are an intelligent, strong woman who captured my attention the second I walked into our first bloody scene." Helena was whispering, Myka watching as those words escaped red, ruby lips that neared hers with each breath.

"Code Red, Code Red, all available units respond to 5150 on the mainline, and mid-Glades south bound." the crackle of the radio would cause most people to jump, but not these two. Helena smiled weakly as she brushed the pad of her thumb over Myka's jaw.

"Saved by the bell," Helena said as she let her fingers slide slowly over and away from Myka's face. "Friday? Barring any bloody carnage on the roads?" Helena smiling as she backed away from the black SUV, watching those long fingers grip the radio mike.

"Helena?" her voice causing the older woman to stop in her tracks, mike held loosely as Myka turned, "I would be honored to be your date this Friday. Dress or pants?" Myka's grin faltered all reason in Helena, her lips moving but not a sound to be heard.

"Casual? Something comfortable, maybe?" Helena's words faltering as her mind's eye envisioned those long legs bared to the night salt air."And your thoughts to my attire?" her mind quickly recovering as to not show the teenage, hormonal thoughts of those legs, of those long, toned legs pressing against her lips.

"You did look quite dashing that day when you wore that waistcoat…" Myka watching Helena's eyes gloss over. "The dark gray one you wore, you know, with the pocket watch chain hanging over and …" Myka casting her eyes down, her grip firm as she shifted gears, praying there was a chance Helena had not seen her blush. "Got to respond to the call." Myka shrugging her shoulders as she lifted the mike near her lips.

"One Adam 13 in route," clicking her mike back. "See you in church," Myka winked as she sped out of her parking place, watching in her review mirror as the beauty ran a rough hand through those midnight locks she so wished was brushing their way up her bare thigh… "Get a grip Bering," she huffed as she switched on her lights, weaving in and out of traffic to the accident scene.

XXX

The thought of making it through the week, to Friday, weighed heavy on Myka's mind each time she caught a glimpse of raven hair rushing through the precinct to the morgue. Every night was torture as she rummaged her closet for something to wear. "Legs, okay." she would sigh, "I know I have legs…"

The call had all units responding, Myka flashing her lights as she made her way through the shutdown of the highway. "Not good shutting the whole interstate down," she mumbled, slowing her SUV as she spotted Steve adjusting his tapper, a bastard of a jerk cutting his way through the cones, almost running Claudia over. Myka lit her SUV up like a Christmas tree, whooping her siren as she pulled the car over just inside the lane closures.

"Look, I need to get by and these cunts are blocking the …"

Myka repressed the bile building up in her throat as she reached back for her old ticket book, "License and registration." her voice cold as she looked up to Claudia with a warm smile.

"Look, officer, I live just up the street and these pricks are blocking the road …"

"So, you live on the interstate?" Myka deadpanned as she started writing up the ticket.

"What? NO! I mean I have to get going and what right do these bastards have to block the road!"

Myka just raised an eyebrow as she kept writing, "These workers are ordered to block the road for the safety of the motoring public and as I see by your card, you are the 'prick' that has not renewed his insurance. Two hundred dollar fine," Myka dead panning as she ripped the first ticket out of her book.

"What! What the fuck you bitch! These pricks are blocking the road, a road that is paid for by my tax dollars which I have a right to drive!' his face soon fading in color as Myka ripped another ticket from her book.

"Get this straight," Myka leaning in as she pulled out her handcuffs," It is a 'privilege' afforded you to navigate the state intersystem." yanking the car door open as she glared at the man, then nodding for Pete to move up with his patrol car. "You, Mister Jackass are under arrest for driving uninsured, endangering the life of a public worker and just plain pissing me off," the words emphasized with a tight click to the handcuffs.

"And because of your selfish actions, I am late to the crime scene that is the cause of this interstate being shut down in the first place." Myka leaning near his ear as he was lead to the patrol car. "I should let these other jackasses have their way with you because of holding up my investigation." he gulped as his head was pushed down into the patrol car.

Myka's head whipped around at the chuckling near her, thinking Claudia was having the last laugh at the bastard that almost hit her and was calling her every name in the book. To her surprise, she watched as Helena hugged the young red head, kissing her temple as they laughed. She then gave Myka a soft, grim smile, nodding to the scene ahead of them.

"Five bucks by next month," Claudia was saying as she thumbed through the singles in her pocket.

"I'll give you twenty for a wedding," Buck smiling as he handed over his cash to Jinks. All the crew was there, shutting down the interstate at morning rush hour was a major thing. All the crews getting fingers and some hearing names they thought could never be uttered by human lips.

"We need a case number for the ASR (Accident Scene Report), care to hit up the Lead, since you and her are besties?" Jinks grinning as he closed his case report. "Maybe I should put a wager on you and her?" him grinning ear to ear at his partner and best friend as she blushed.

"So not funny, you know I am like you," Claudia's face serious as she looked at her friend. "Sausage fest, the other white meat for me and you," she winked as she got out of the truck, running back to straighten up a few cones some jackasses ran over.

"So not right," Steve mumbled.

XXX

"So, what is the height?" Myka radioed as she looked up to the overpass above her, the black hair just a speck as she tried to respect the man that lay splayed on the inner lane of the highway. Her radar gun pointing up as Helena radioed over the side of the ledge.

"210 feet at a rate of 90 mph at its fastest, maybe a split second or two to regret the jump," Helena's voice growing dim at her words.

"Hell of a way to die. No second chance, no time for regrets or to say, 'hey' I don't mean it?" Myka turning as she listened to the words of the young girl next to her.

"The surest way is a bullet to the head, my choice." Helena's words coming over the radio caused them both up to stare at the woman above them on the tall overpass lane.

"Okay, reality check for all who give a damn," Myka's words coming out harsher than she planned. "This man, a man with a wife and two kids felt the overwhelming need to take his own life. Thinking his death would be better for them than staying alive, to see his kids grow, to love and have a life. Yeah, such a great way to go," Myka fuming her words. "A coward's way," she mumbled.

"So, it's going on 930am, any idea when we open up?" Myka turned at the stiffness of Claudia's words. Her eyes following the path of the young one, young eyes trained on the wrist watch on the arm that was showing just out from the yellow tarp.

"Come on, here is the case number, after the coroner gives the thumbs up and takes the body away, you can open up." Myka rubbing gently on Claudia's shoulder as she led her back to the MOT truck.

"Ten okay?" Myka heard crackling over her radio.

"HG, for Christ sake, the man is still warm and you have yet to get down here to take him away, " Myka stirs on the radio as she turned back to the poor man on the pavement.

"I was referring to the time of which to pick you up for the date," Helena's voice coming in clear over the radio.

"Helena. Really? At a time like this?" Myka was saying, turning around at the sound of the coroner van pulling up.

"I may be rethinking this meeting if that is what you judge me by," the slamming of the door echoing on the radio and all around them. "I was just trying to make light and add to the young girl's wager." Helena huffed, her smile showing as Claudia waved to the woman.

"Oh?"