A/N:This popped into my head after watching 2.9 and has been sitting on my desktop for about a year now halfway written. In a bout of procrastination to other more important things, I've finally finished it. YAY! Set mid Series 4. Now I mainly write PWP so please forgive the smidgen of spy plot that is here. I write fluff not espionage.
True Lies
If Pinoccio said, 'My nose is about to grow.' What would happen?
The pair sat across the counter from one another in her kitchen.
'You are brilliant beyond belief. Sometimes I don't know how you can keep all that information stored into that beautiful mind of yours,' said he.
'You make impossible decisions everyday. And I don't know how you do it. It's your character that draws me to you. Strong and sure,' said she.
'You enjoy literature, all sorts. But the classics are your favorites. Offa is your passion,' said he.
'You enjoy the opera. Your favorite being Nabucco. And you attend every chance you get,' said she.
'You were born in Exeter. Your parents reside in Cheltenham and you have no siblings,' said he.
'You were born in Reading where your father still lives and you see him at Christmastime every year,' said she.
'You can be shy at times but come alive when you are passionate about something,' said he.
'You like to be in charge and in control. You give off a gruff exterior but really are a softie underneath,' said she.
'You can often be completely mad but because of your dedication to the things we do, your heart is always in the right place. I would do anything for you. And I consider you my soul mate. You are my family...my wife,' said Harry.
'And you are my husband,' said Ruth.
Wednesday (58 hours eariler)
'W-what?' Ruth could barely get the word out let alone believe her ears.
'You heard me, Ruth.' Adam was hiding his amusement well.
'B-but certainly I-I I-I'm not field ready.'
'Don't give me that, Ruth. Give yourself more credit. I've seen you in the field. You're just fine. And besides a luxury ho is hardly the 'field'. It's a 'babysitting' job. Fiona and I would go but we've been putting off our holiday plans with Wes for long enough. If we don't go away now the next chance we get will be when he's 16. And you fit the profile perfectly.'
The butterflies in her stomach were a tornado of nerves. Her hands wouldn't stop moving. 'A-and did Harry approve of this?'
'It was his idea.' lying with a smile.
Harry was sitting at his desk, his mouth slightly agape.
'Harry?' Adam spoke. 'You okay?'
'Erm, I-I'm fine. But tell me exactly why this is the best possible course of action?'
'The operation needs to start in three days. Fiona and I are going on a much needed break with Wes and there is nobody else available to do it.'
'Out of the whole of the service?'
Ignoring the question he continued, 'Besides you two will be perfect together,' said in a way that was treading dangerous waters.
Harry gave him a warning look.
'What?' feigning innocence. 'Anyway, consider it a favor. You need a break. Though techniquely you'll be working; an easy 'babysitting' assignment. And what's not to look forward to...' He made his way towards the door. 'You get to spend the weekend with a beautiful woman.'
Sliding the wooden door closed before Harry had the chance to reply.
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