Author's notes: A small semi-nonsense fic that sprung to mind and made me giggle.
Enjoy and please review.
Disclaimer: SPOILERS for Season 8. Ruth would have preferred not to be the one who found out.
Wrong place, wrong time
"Red flash, Ros. We need everyone back on the Grid."
Ruth nodded, even as she dialled the familiar number. Oddly enough, it rang more than three times. The blonde could normally be counted on to answer on the first or second ring. To ring four times was unusual, so this...
"Hello?"
She stared at the phone, aghast. That wasn't Ros' voice... that was...
"Hello?" the voice repeated.
Ruth did the only thing that seemed logical.
She dropped the phone as if it were on fire.
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"Did you get onto Ros?" Harry asked.
Ruth shook her head, and busied herself with files, shuffling them on her desk.
"Her phone is switched off," she said, trying not to look him in the eye.
Harry frowned; that was most unlike his Section Chief.
"Try her again," he ordered, leaning against the desk, looking at her expectantly.
Dread flooded through Ruth's veins. Taking a deep breath, she dialled the number and waited with bated breath.
"Hello?" the voice said, irritated.
Ruth closed her eyes.
"Home Secretary, could you put Ros on for me?"
Author's notes: Enjoy and please review!