A few of you asked me to tie things up before I ended this story and so I have attemtped to do this here.
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Epilogue

That night, Gloria reflected on how much she had enjoyed her brief stay at the B&B and how very fond she was of the agents, most especially Helena. She felt an unusual affinity towards her. She could not reconcile why this beautiful, brilliant, accomplished woman seemed to be struggling to find her way in the world. It didn't make sense and yet, it was a gut feeling she could not ignore. She was grateful for many reasons to have the opportunity to work with Dr. Calder, the least of which meant she could keep an eye on Helena.

She went up to her room after all the agents retired for the evening. She told HG two things before she went to bed; one - she was not to over exert herself or she'd rescind her OK for HG to return to work and two -she would change her bandage in the morning before she left.

Gloria got up in the middle of the night and went downstairs for a cup of tea. It was on her way back to her room that she heard the distinct sound of HG's voice crying out to her deity in what the nurse knew to be moans of ecstasy.

"Good Lord, did I not make myself clear to her?" she thought. "I would have thought Mr. Lattimer would have more sense," she continued her musings. With those thoughts she went back to bed.

The next morning, she rose early and set to change HG's bandages before she returned to the Warehouse. She heard Pete's voice downstairs and presumed it would be ok to disturb Helena. She knocked softly and when HG told her to enter she did – with her usual exuberance.

"Well, good morning Helena. How are you as if I need to ask," she said cryptically and it was lost on HG.

Not even glancing at the bed, she set her medical supplies down on the table in the corner of the room.

"Agent Wells, if last night is an indication of how you are gonna follow my orders about resting, you are in a heap of trouble," she said as she laid out the bandage and ointments.

"Whatever do you mean?" HG asked as she sat up in bed.

"I overheard you escapade last night and while I do not normally pry into my patients' evening activities, I specifically told you not to overdo it," she reminded her.

"I promise you Gloria, I did none of the work," HG said salaciously.

Gloria smiled thinking that she could believe Pete to be an attentive lover. She gathered the things and walked over to HG to tend her arm.

"Well, let's hope Agent Lattimer was as easy on your arm as he is on your eyes," she kidded.

"Are you bloody mad, woman?" HG said laughing. "Agent Lattimer?"

"Well, yes. I wasn't eavesdropping Helena. The entire house would have heard you if they were up. You're not exactly quiet," the nurse teased. "Now I do wish Agent Bering was here so I could show her how to help you with this bandage," she mused.

"Your wish is granted, madam," HG smiled devilishly as she pulled back the covers to reveal the sleeping body next to her.

"Myka darling, do wake up. Nurse Brown would like to instruct you on how to care for me. Although I dare say you need no further instruction in that regard," HG said full of mischief.

And she waited to see who would have the bigger surprise on her face when their eyes met. Myka shot up grabbing at the sheets to pull up over her and uttered not once but several times, "Uh". This was more than the nurse said for the first few seconds. She had assumed it was Pete in the bed given his comment about seeing HG naked. But the sight of Myka there made a lot of sense when she thought about it. In fact, it also explained a lot of things.

"Lunch alone, eh Helena?" she asked dispelling HG's lie from the night before.

"Good morning, Agent Bering. You must be exhausted! " the nurse said and she could see the blush bloom in Myka's face. "If you're not too sleepy, I'd like you to watch me do this so you can help Helena do it tomorrow."

Myka coughed and pushed the hair back off her face making every attempt to appear nonchalant. She grabbed a robe and put it on and came to the other side of the bed. The nurse removed the bandage to inspect the wound.

"Why Helena, it looks much improved. Must be that boost to your immune system you received," the nurse said. Helena grinned but Myka just bit her lip.

The nurse instructed her on how to apply the ointment and the new bandage. Myka watched intently to make sure she'd know how to do it.

"I am leaving you in very good hands I'd say, Agent Wells," the nurse smiled kindly.

"Oh I assure you, it's not just her hands that are very good," HG said unabashedly.

"Take good care of her, Agent Bering," the nurse instructed as she left for her new job later that morning. "And just call me if she gives you any trouble," she added winking at Myka.

"Really madam, have you no faith in my ability to follow rules," HG said feigning insult.

"I have all the faith in the world, Helena…..," and the agent beamed at the praise too quickly, "….that you will break them," the nurse finished.

"Geez, what do I do if this cut doesn't heal because it's still looking red," inquired Pete who was really concerned about the nurses' absence.

"Not to worry, Pete. I'll be back next week," Gloria said to them all. "With flu shots!"

They all moaned in unison at the thought, except HG. She looked forward to her new friend's return. She would wait until then to tell her no bloody way was she giving her a needle.