AN: This my first ever piece of FanFiction. I absolutely love the Harry and Ruth relationship in Spooks and after watching S9 E8 again, decided to venture a new ending. Hope you enjoy…
Chapter 1
She couldn't help herself. She gasped for air as tears streamed down her face. She felt as if her insides had been ripped out of her. She couldn't think straight for fear and worry. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine what he was doing right now. Trying to rewrite their last conversation. Trying to rewrite everything. But opening her eyes she was quickly reacquainted with her consuming guilt and the terror of the current situation.
Tariq looked on as his colleague literally broke down in front of his eyes. Give him an Embassy hard drive to decode any day, but this- what the hell was he supposed to do! He feebly reached out a hand to reassure her, but froze midair. Reassure her of what? That the man he had watched her adore from afar for many years hadn't just left her with little for than a cold hearted comment? He let his hand fall back to his side, all the time inwardly cursing his inability to help her in anyway.
Both agents jumped, awoken from their inner turmoil by a shrill ringing. Ruth's shaking hand had clasped the receiver before Tariq had even realised the source of the sound. Clutching it tightly to her ear she listened intently. Her eyes grew wider as the mumble on the other end continued hurriedly. Then, with a sudden gasp that was more painful than anything that Tariq had ever witnessed, Ruth allowed the receiver to slip from her now wringing fingers.
"Ruth?" he ventured, bending to look at her for the first time. He had never seen her like this. She was uncontrollable. Her usually calm and understanding eyes were darting around the grid. Her ashen face was wild and panicked. She shook vigorously and Tariq had the disturbing feeling that she had not even registered his presence. Reaching out one hand he softly squeezed her knee. "Ruth" he repeated, gently shaking her leg. Finally her eyes settled on his young and concerned face. A shadow of shear distress and despair clouded her features and she managed just one trembling and painful word.
"Harry".
Hope you enjoyed it- sorry a bit slow to start but more coming soon…
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