Another multi chapter fic from me, set S5 without Cotterdam, and Harry and Ruth are together. I've borrowed a story line from Grey's Anatomy, so a couple of lines of dialogue might be familiar in this and future chapters.
Ruth looked through the glass of his office, thinking about and watching Harry. She was supposed to be typing up a report to share with MI6 but she couldn't concentrate. Harry just had something so devastatingly attractive about him when he was pacing backwards and forwards in his office. She could see him on the phone, and she knew he was talking to the home secretary, just from the expression on his face.
Ruth looked around and was glad the grid was now empty. She could daydream about Harry in peace, without worrying that she herself was being watched. She and Harry had been together for a little over a month, and she couldn't remember being happier. At first, she'd been a little hesitant of their relationship. After all, she didn't want to be seen to be sleeping her way ahead, and having sex with the boss was such a cliché. But it was more than that, and they both knew it. Though on a physical level, he could be incredibly sexy when he wanted to be.
At that moment he caught her eye through the glass of his office. She felt her heart catch at the look of smouldering passion in his eyes. He quickly finished the conversation and put the phone down. After a long moment, he broke the eye contact, but only to come out onto the grid.
"Hi," she said with a smile.
"I've hardly seen you today," he said, leaning over her desk.
"Well that happens," she said. "When it's necessary to work."
"Mm," he agreed. He leaned over her and kissed her, soft and sweet. "Where do you want to go for dinner tonight?"
"I fancy a good old fish and chips," she said, getting up and slipping her coat on. "If that's okay?"
"Of course," he said. Now that she was standing, he pulled her into a deeper embrace, his lips moulding to hers as her tongue delved into his mouth. It was almost a full minute before they broke apart.
"You keep going like that, and I'm not going to want dinner," she said breathlessly. He grinned at her.
"Ready to go?"
"I haven't finished that report," she said. "But by this point, I'm not going to. Lets go home." He nodded as they walked through the pods, sharing one together much to Ruth's pleasure. Being pressed up against Harry was always enjoyable.
They'd made it down to the lobby, talking about nothing in particular when everything suddenly changed. They were approached by a beautiful blonde woman, maybe in her early forties who was looking at Harry in a way that made Ruth feel incredibly uncomfortable. She turned to Harry in confusion, because this woman obviously knew him.
"Ruth, I'm so sorry," he said. That wasn't exactly reassuring, but before Ruth could ask Harry what was going on, the blonde stranger started talking.
"Oh Harry, its good to see you after so long."
"Liz, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
"I thought it was about time I saw you again," she said. Then she turned to Ruth and put a fake smile on her beautiful face. "Hi. I'm Elizabeth Pearce."
"Pearce?" she asked, as the pieces were slowly coming together in her mind for a horrible kind of sense.
"Yes." She still smiled at Ruth. "And you must be the woman who's screwing my husband." Ruth looked at Harry, her own face frozen in shock. And he wasn't denying it either.
"You're married?" she asked, her voice really quiet. Harry said nothing for a moment, which was confirmation enough for her. She turned and walked away.
"Wait Ruth, let me explain," he said desperately.
"I don't think its me you owe the explanation to," Ruth said, her eyes flicking to Elizabeth. To Harry's wife. Ruth walked away as fast as she could without running, wanting to be free of the building as quickly as possible. Once she was outside, she hailed a taxi and almost leapt into the backseat. When the car was moving, she finally let go of her emotions. Harry was married. Married. And he'd never said anything about it. No one had said anything, and some others on the grid must have known. They had to have known, and she'd been being laughed at for six weeks now. Bloody hell. She wasn't upset, not yet. She was shocked, and she could feel the beginnings of anger coming to the surface. How dare he not tell her?! Ask her out and not once mention it! And then try and cover it at the very last moment by saying let me explain? How on earth could he explain to her the fact that he had a wife! A wife he had never mentioned.
"Bastard."
"Eh?" The cab driver looked at her in the rear view mirror and she realised she'd spoken aloud.
"Sorry," she said. "Ignore me." Her phone buzzed and she looked at it. Not that she really needed to, she knew it would be Harry. Sure enough, it was. She ignored the call. Right now, she never wanted to speak to him again. But she also knew that feeling wouldn't last. She sighed heavily, leaning back against the seat of the car. She couldn't think. Her mind was in turmoil. Two images were struggling to align in her head. Harry. Married. She couldn't comprehend it. It seemed impossible and she didn't know what to think or how to feel. She needed to wait for the world to stop shaking.
More soon. Please leave a review for the first chapter, and thanks for reading.