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Fiona picked up the frame on her desk and sighed lovingly at her image before her. Her son. Their son, she reminded herself, as she put the frame back on her desk. He had her eyes, and his hair was light brown, which had a habit of curling at the end of his nape. "Grandfather's genetics" she had told him hurriedly when he first questioned Wes' unusual hair characteristics.
"That whole skipped generation malarkey," She could remember the look of love on Adam's face as he bent down to place an affectionate kiss on her forehead. "He's beautiful, and he's ours, your grandfather should be lucky Wes has some of his features!"
The slight cough from the opposite side of the room had awoken Fiona from her daydream. She looked up to find Harry staring at her, clearly confused as to what Fiona was thinking about.
"As I was saying to the other officers, we always need to be prepared for EERIE drills. In order to be prepared I suggest that you stop daydreaming during our morning meetings and focus on protecting your country."
Harry's words hit her like venom. She looked helplessly at the floor and muttered a feeble apology and quietly excused herself from the meeting room. Adam shot Harry a piercing gaze before getting up and following Fiona quickly across the Grid back to her desk, where she now had her head slumped in her hands.
The five figures remaining in the meeting room all looked around at each other, desperately trying to make sense of the very confusing scene that had just played out in front of them. Ruth was the first to speak.
"Maybe you should apologise Harry, I know you didn't mean it but she's been having problems with Wes' carer." Ruth smiled sympathetically.
Harry's face instantly lit up at Wes' name. He loved Adam's son dearly, and felt his heart melt every time he was called Uncle Harry. Harry suddenly realised what Ruth had said and returned to addressing the group.
"I never knew she was having trouble, I will talk to her when she is ready and shall try and help her find more suitable care." Harry felt his heart sink. The thought of Wes being without suitable care really worried him. The thought alone made him cringe.
Harry dismissed the remaining spooks from the table and made a move towards his office. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Adam smile at Fiona as she began to rise from her desk.
"Harry!"
He froze and turned to face the source of the noise. In the bright lights surrounding the grid, he noted just how pale and tired Fiona actually looked.
"Can I talk to you?"
Harry nodded and made a move towards his office.
"In here."
She followed him in silently and sat on his sofa. He poured them both a drink and sat down next to her. He wasn't ready for what he was about to hear.