Author's note: This is a missing scene from 7.2 before Harry and Ros meet Kachimov to kill him. This chapter is from Ros' perspective. This is my first story so and suggestions are greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy it!

Trail to revenge

They were silent; thoughts of the same man occupying their minds. The man she had come to love and the man he had lost.

Adam.

He was gone.

She knew their relationship had never been conventional, their chosen career didn't allow it. Initially she had hated him, hated the fact that she had broken down before him after her father's betrayal. It had been years since she had cried in front of anyone, it was weak and Ros Myers hated weakness. That was part of her initial problem with Adam; he was clearly not coping with his wife's death, it was affecting his judgement and everyone on the team knew it. He was their leader; in her eyes his weakness made him incompetent and she could not condone incompetence.

Things changed after the Thames barrier operation however. Ros Myers, the Ice Queen, had panicked. She had been so sure she was going to die, but Adam had saved her. He had proved her wrong and that didn't happen very often to Ros Myers. Ros blinked back the tears that threatened to fall as the sharp stab of the reality of his loss hit her. It was strange really, the little things that were shared only between them; at the time they were seemingly insignificant, but now he was gone she realised how those small connections had been a life-line to both of them.

That was why she let him in when he appeared on her doorstep with a bottle of wine the following night. That was why when he sat down on her pristine black-leather sofa so close to her that their knees were touching she didn't move away. That was why when he had put his arm around her she curled into his side and allowed him to gently run his fingers through her hair. They had sat like that for a while; allowing each other a moment of comfort in their isolated lives, until she felt Adam's fingers skim gently along her collarbone. Slowly, she raised her head to look into his eyes and he gave her a small smile. Adam lowered his head to hers and their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss. She pulled back slightly and rested her forehead against his; she knew this shouldn't happen, it was too dangerous, but there was something about Adam that allowed her to let her guard down.

Adam seemed to sense her inner-dilemma as he gently kissed her cheek then moved to her ear and whispered.

"Please Ros, just let go. For one night just focus on the here and now; focus on us." He continued to trail gentle kisses along her jaw, and then just as she felt her resolve beginning to crumble, he bit down gently on her earlobe and she could no longer resist pulling him in for an intense kiss; her hands tangling in his soft blonde hair as he pulled her closer.

Their passion grew as the kiss deepened and Ros found herself fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as he unzipped her skirt in desperate rush to feel closer to each other. No man had ever had such an effect on her…

What followed hurts to recall because Ros knows now that it will never happen again. She knows that no man could ever make her feel as loved as Adam Carter had. She shifted her gaze to Harry in the driving seat next to her, an attempt block out the painful memories that were filling her mind. She saw Harry's jaw was clenched and he was gripping the steering wheel tightly; clearly struggling to keep his grief in check. This only reinforced Ros' resolution that they must have revenge. Adam was gone; maliciously taken from her, his son, and the job that he had dedicated his life too. She knew Arkardy Kachimov had to pay for their loss; be made to feel some of their pain.

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