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"The fact that your own existence is a walking disaster zone does NOT give you the right to make judgements on other peoples!"

She stormed out of the office, blinded by a sudden rage that consumed the whole of her body. She was trembling as she bustled through the pods, determined to get as far away from that repulsive man as possible. She didn't notice Adam lounging around in reception waiting for his cab driver, she didn't notice him call her name or try to follow her. She didn't notice anything but the road directly in front of her and the stinging sensation in her eyes.

How she got home, she'll never know. She threw her keys on the counter and slumped onto the sofa, finally giving in to the tears that had threatened to spill all evening. Her father had betrayed her, let her down, lulled her into a false sense of security but she didn't care. He was still her father, no matter how much he scared her. The thought of him locked away in a dingy room for the next twenty years was more petrifying than anything she had ever encountered on any operation.

She hated Harry. She hated him for treating her with such contempt, for telling Adam, for hiding it from her. She could wallow in her hatred for that man until the clouds fell from the sky but it wouldn't change anything. It most certainly wouldn't change how much she hated herself. She allowed herself to look and become vulnerable in front of him. She couldn't keep her emotions in check and the only way she could make herself feel better was to try and dent his. Truth be told, she did feel pleased with herself that he ended up looking dejected and worn-down by the end of her rant. She'd definitely hit a nerve.

Deciding she was overdue a relaxing night in, she crossed the room to her CD player, putting on some mellow music before pouring herself a glass of wine. It at least allowed her to think. As she finally settled herself into a comfortable state on the sofa, the doorbell rung and she jolted upright, suddenly alarmed as to who would knock at her door at half eleven at night.

Rising slowly, she grabbed the gun placed under sofa and approached the front door. Unlatching the chain and pulling back the door, she found Adam leaning against the door frame with a unopened bottle of wine in his hand.

She pulled back the door fully, sighing as she clunked her gun down on the side table.

"I know I shouldn't be calling this late..." Adam started, trailing off when he noticed the sudden anger burning in her eyes.

"And why should I let you in?" She snapped a little too harshly, regretting it slightly as Adam winced.

"I just came to see if you were ok?" He mumbled, looking awkwardly at anything but her.

"Oh, because I really need your sympathy don't I?"

"Can I come in please? We can talk about this inside."

Reluctantly she gave in, and stepped aside to allow him to pass. He froze as he entered the middle of the living room and turned around to face Ros with a smirk on his face.

"What?"

"I didn't have you down for the type that listened to mellow music," he laughed softly, his eyes shining in the dim lighting.

"Well you learn something new every day don't you?"

Adam carefully placed the wine down on the table and walked slowly towards Ros.

"Look, I know you're upset, and I know I shouldn't be here, but I couldn't just leave you to your own devices tonight."

Ros looked at him thoughtfully. Smiling slightly, she closed the distance even more and held out her hand.

"Dance," she whispered and leant into his body as he slowly nodded his agreement and pulled her closer to him.

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