[Authors Note: I don't own any of this, Other than the ideas for the story! xD Enjoy 'Bad day, Indeed'! ...Lou x]
Chapter 1- 'Public Transport'
It was a Fact that Ruth had always found Harry Pearce irresistible. Yes, she had quite a fixation on him. Liked him, loved him even...she supposed it must be the way that a mere glance from him was enough to stop anyone dead in their tracks, his undisputable intelligence that could, with a few choice words, silence a room of squabbling senior ministers...but lastly, his legendary charm that never failed to send her hurtling into the abyss of embarrassment. It was also a fact that as much as she loved him, she hated the way that he made her when he was around...The blushing, for one...The inability to think straight when he was with her...but mostly, The way that he could make her squirm; the way that he got anything out of her that he wanted, even though she was a particularly intelligent member of MI-5, She found that particular fact almost unbearable.. However, despite her feelings for him- work time rolled around again.
The bus journey to Thames house was fairly uneventful, Other than a apparently blind elderly woman mistaking her for 'That Asian girl who lives down my road'. As the bus neared her stop, she squeezed past the confused woman and half walked, half sprinted to the front of the bus. But as she walked through the familiar doors of Thames house, Ruth had no idea that it was going to be one of the most testing days she'd had in a long time. By the time she'd gotten in the lift and pressed the 'Floor 3' button, Ruth had both arms filled with thick folders of paper work that she had to go through and sign.
'It's one of those days already...' she thought to herself as the doors slid open with a quiet 'Ping' and the pod entrances came into view. She cursed under her breath whilst juggling with the folders when she accidently walked into a pissed off looking Juliet, who was on her way out of the grid, Instantly Earning herself a loud 'Watch where you're going for Christ's sake!'. Feeling embarrassed and Cringing slightly she stepped into one of the pods. However, as soon as she spotted Harry walking across the office her negative feelings seemed to disappear, along with all concept she had of time or reality... His chocolate brown eyes glittering with hidden emotion. His hair slightly ruffled, giving him a highly attractive dishevelled look and an adorable pout on his lips, no doubt from his meeting with Juliet.
All of these things never failed to gain her undivided attention, usually a welcome distraction from the mundane tasks that surrounded her on a day-to-day basis...However, being completely transfixed on Harry, Ruth managed to forget she was inside a solid, transparent structure and also that the door, through which she was about to walk, hadn't opened yet. Still distracted, with eyes intently following Harry and mouth slightly agape she took a purposeful step forwards, crashing herself head first into the glass which made a distinct 'Thump' noise. Doing a very good impression of a startled pigeon she instantly snapped out of her trance at the shockwave of pain that rippled down from her forehead, letting out a small 'Arrhg!' and slapping her hands up to her head; she could already feel the eyes of the grid upon her. Then, as though mocking her, the instant she stepped back the door glided open.
Stepping into the room and trying desperately to pretend she couldn't hear the muffled giggling coming from her colleagues, Ruth muttered a half-hearted "Buggar..." under her breath. By the time that she got to her desk she could feel a sizeable bruise forming on her head, keeping one hand pressed firmly on the lump Ruth rummaged through her hand-bag looking for a hand-mirror to check out the damage. There was half a dime bar, a hair brush, her note book, two tampons and a black parker pen. No mirror. Sighing and dropping the bag, Ruth scanned the grid for someone whose opinion she could trust, other than Harry, of course. She could tell instantly that everyone had been watching her since she walked into that 'bloody door' because a whole office of heads ducked simultaneously. Squinting slightly and frowning, she spotted Malcolm who was busy nattering away to one of the other 'Techies' and attempted to gain his attention by
Waving her hands in the air franticly and half whispering, half shouting his name from across the room. "Malcolm!"...No response "Malcolm!"...a few raised eyebrows. "Bloody HELL...MALCOLM!"...Attention was gained, however it wasn't Malcolm's. The sharp talking, blonde, former MI-6 agent swaggered her way over to Ruth, Raising a cynical eyebrow as she walked. Ruth made a futile attempt at hiding by dropping a stapler under her desk and squatting to floor level to retrieve it; but by the time she had got up, Ros Myers was leaning casually on her desk with her arms crossed and an amused look on her face. "You have a problem, ?" She said, turning around to face Ruth fully.
"Uhhm...I-" Was all that she could get out before Ros had lent in closer, eyes squinting and brow furrowed. "You have a bruise on your forehead..." She said through a spreading smirk. Ruth's eyes widened slightly as she feigned surprise, letting out a small gasp and cocking her head to one side slightly, breathing a very unconvincing "Really?" Its part of being a spy, to be able to tell that someone's lying and Ros happened to be very good at her job, not that Ruth's attempt at fooling her would win any prizes. Rolling her eyes and thinking to herself 'Who does this woman think she's fooling?' Ros put on a fake smile and turned to walk away. "Yeah. It must've been that intimate encounter you had with the door earlier..." Ruth reddened slightly, remembering the incident involving her forehead and a sheet of double-glazed glass.
"Oh- yes...Uhm, I must be more careful" She replied half heartedly, glaring at Ros' back and silently willing her to leave. "Indeed- Walking whilst fantasising about Harry licking whipped cream off of your naked flesh is not the best idea, you're likely to become distracted." Rosalyn's words took Ruth some-watt off guard and before she could come up with an intelligent response, Ros had walked away, desperately trying to drag down the smile that was threatening to erupt from the corners of her mouth. Ruth, secretly furious with herself for not thinking of a reason to call Malcolm over, sat with her cheeks a blazing red and her face a picture of pure rage, something that not many people had ever seen. The chap that Malcolm was talking to said goodbye with a smile and left, leaving the technician to ask Ruth just what she had been playing at. He walked up behind her, failing to notice the seriously bad vibes that she was radiating. Tapping her lightly on the shoulder, he began to speak.
"Sorry about having to ignore you earlier, I was dealing with some quite important business. What was it you-" the words had barely left his mouth before she stood up and began to walk off across the grid in a direction unknown to even herself, letting a seething 'Piss off Malcolm' escape from behind clenched teeth. Leaving a very confused and bewildered Malcolm in her wake.
[ Chapter 1, Done! ...I hope you loved it, darling! Haha... And, again! Reviews are Sex, so sex me up! ;D Thank you! ...Auntie Loux]