Okay this is just a short chapter to start. There will be more if people think its worth continuing. Set at the end of 10:6 (again!)

"She's lying Sasha to protect me," Harry said trying to fight against the fear for Ruth. He couldn't stand there any longer, watching her get closer and closer to someone with murderous tendencies on their mind. "Ruth, go back to Dimitri and Erin," he said firmly, walking closer to Sasha, trying to get him to lose interest on Ruth.

"You ruined my life," Sasha said to Harry. He was pleased that the Russians attention was no longer on the woman he was in love with but he never got further in his thinking. Harry couldn't stop it when Sasha lunged forward for him. He vaguely heard Ruth screaming his name but no more. He felt the glass shard rip into his flesh, once, twice, three times before a gun shot rang out in the desolate countryside. He collapsed to the cold ground, feeling pain run through him.

"Harry!" Ruth cried out loudly, kneeling over him. "Harry, come on, look at me." Erin had approached them and she was already on the phone for emergency medical assistance. Ruth tuned her out, keeping all of her attention on Harry.

"Please look at me," Ruth said in a pleading voice. Her hand was holding his cheek lightly as his eyes fluttered open and settled on her face.

"Are you okay?" he asked hoarsely as she pressed her free hand to what looked like the most serious wound on his chest

"Yes, don't waste your energy worrying about me you stupid man."

"You keep calling me that," Harry said slowly. "I'm beginning to take it personally." They both laughed weakly together, trying to ignore the fatality of this situation.

"Listen to me, help is coming," Ruth said glancing at Erin who confirmed it with a nod. "You have to keep talking to me."

"Okay," he whispered in an alarmingly quiet voice. "I can't think of anything to say." Ruth shook her head from side to side, already feeling the tears start to form.
"Look at me," she said firmly. He did. She moved over him and kissed his lips softly, not caring that Erin and Dimitri were watching. Not caring that this could possibly be the last time she could do this. She felt his cold lips respond fractionally to her touch. It was such a small movement that it scared her. "You're not going to die on me okay?" she said, looking him right in the eye."

"If I do…"

"No!"

"My desk drawer at work. Third one. Left side. I need you to look in it."

"What's in it?"

"Promise me," he said quietly.

"You're not dying so I won't promise that okay?"

"You never could lie to me Ruth," he said his eyes fluttering closed.

"No!" she shouted. She slapped his face with her free hand as she heard the helicopter approaching. "Wake up!" But his eyes didn't open. She moved her shaking hand to his throat, praying to find a pulse. Some sign that he was alive.

Let me know if you want more. I am also really torn about which way to write the next chapter... Alive / Dead?