Spooks is owned by BBC/Kudos
All notebook referneces in this fic are from "Lemar - Time To Grow"
A/N: Every chapter has been edited and the follow on fic to this "Back to Good" will also be edited at some point! Enjoy!
Harry was so far gone in his own little world he didn't realise he had four pairs of eyes transfixed on him. He glanced up suddenly, dropping his pen in the process as if to cover up the fact he'd been scribbling in his notepad.
"Have you been listening to anything we've been saying?" Ros smirked as she watched Harry's cheeks start to turn crimson red.
Harry snapped his notebook shut before putting his most authorative tone into play and addressing the team.
"All you need to do is up the surveillance," he started. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a few phone calls to make."
Before any of the spooks to open their mouths to speak, Harry dashed from the meeting room to the confined walls of his office. Safe from their prying eyes, he reached into his deep coat pocket to retrieve the book that had so long been recording his every thought.
"I wonder if Harry knows he's left his notebook here," Ros sighed as she rose from her chair and walked over to the object in question before picking it up and observing the leather casing. "I wonder if we should have a look at what he was so preoccupied with."
The grin on Ros' face faded as quickly as it had formed as a little voice from behind her interrupted her thoughts.
"You shouldn't intrude on Harry's privacy like that," Ruth muttered. "He wouldn't do it to you."
Ros snickered slightly before turning around to face her colleague.
"Well seeing as you're still so loyal to Harry upon your return to Section D I'll leave you to hand it back to him," she snapped, as she thrust the notebook into Ruth's expectant hand before storming out of the meeting room.
Harry jumped from his seat in mild panic and dashed towards the meeting room to retrieve his prized possession. In his haste, he didn't realise Ros was blocking his path until he heard her cough loudly, a smug look playing across her features as she noted Harry's stricken face.
"Looking for something?" She enquired, her smile widening as he struggled to find the right words.
"My notebook Rosalind," he muttered, looking at her with the most intense interrogation face he could muster. It was no use, she could see right through it.
"Oh, I'm afraid Ruth has it," Ros smirked, folding her arms across her chest. "She's just gone down to get a few files from the forgery suite. I know you well enough to know you better hope she doesn't read it." Ros laughed slightly before turning sharply on her heel. She was gone before he could utter another word.
Ruth stared down at the notebook in her hands. It wasn't like Harry to be distracted during meetings, and even if she hated to admit it, she still had feelings for him. The thought of Harry going through emotional turmoil alone was enough to make her stomach flip.
She trembled as she opened the notebook and began to search through until she found the page with the correct date on. Finding the right page, she diverted her gaze, silently arguing with herself as to whether she should read what had been tormenting him all morning. She bit her bottom lip as she came to an agreement with herself, and her eyes dropped back to the direction of the pad in her lap.
