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Best Laid Plans?

Harry was sat at his usual place in the Briefing Room watching the assorted Spooks take their place around the table. It had been a rough few months following Nightingale and Tom's betrayal. He had genuinely worried about young Tariq after the shooting in the park. Tariq had never signed up to be a field officer, his job description was related to technology and communications but the youngest member of the team had been spending more time in the field. Harry was grateful for that, he was almost certain that if Tariq hadn't shot Tom then Tom would have fired again and would have probably killed him. He watched the young technical officer arrive with Ruth as the meeting was finally able to get underway. Ruth briefly smiled at Harry as she took her place at the table.

"This man" Ros pointed at the computer screen "Is believed to be one of the petty drug dealers in North East London. Selling class A stuff to the various idiots who choose to rot their brains" She stood and walked to the screen as Ruth continued.

"Born as Leighton Morrison in South Africa he had lived in the UK for the past 10 years. Has been imprisoned both here and South Africa for drug related offences. Goes under various aliases including Lee Morris and Leon Moore. He's 45 years old and married a British woman" she checked her notes "Sadie Morrison nee Davies."

"Hence he can stay in the UK. Believe me they tried to deport him. The Human Rights lobby says he can stay" Ros glared as she spoke, her hands on her hips only emphasising how round she was getting now she was four months along in her pregnancy.

The team remained quiet as Zoë frowned. She was certain she recognised the man on the screen and was about to voice her concerns when Zaf joined in.

"Didn't I pick him up when I was in 6? I'm sure I did." He stared at the screen as he tried to recall his last encounter with Morrison.

"Yes." Ruth turned to him; she had been doing her homework "Just before you came over to us. He was selling drugs to raise money for an illegal pro life group that was planning to bomb the various family planning and abortion clinics here and in Spain." Zaf nodded, the story came back to him.

"Oh so he doesn't mind kids rotting their brains and dying horribly painful deaths then. Funny considering" Lucas narrowed his eyes. There'd been drugs available when he was in prison, he'd seen young men trying to escape the hell they were in by getting high. He'd seen them slowly die in front of him.

"Yeah" Adam pipped up "Interesting morals. Antiabortion but when it comes to kids that are already here killing themselves with this crap he makes a profit" He shook his head in anger.

"So why is he back on our radar now?" Lucas looked towards Harry

"It seems that since his release from prison he had been back to his old tricks. He is involved with an offshoot of the pro-life group he was helping out in the early 2000's. He doesn't appear to have the expertise to build explosives but his meeting with Philip Dowey is interesting." Harry appraised his team. The threat from this individual didn't seem to be on the same scale as Nightingale or many of the other threats they had been up against, but he could still pose a problem for security.

"Dowey was released from prison last month. He is one of the best known bomb makers on the planet. Pick a terrorist group from the last twenty years and you could bet money he's made some sort of bomb for them." Ros clicked off the computer screen as the meeting got underway.

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Across town a young blonde was paying the taxi driver as she juggled the bags she had with her. The wind blowing her blonde hair into her face as she turned and looked up at the house she was visiting. She wasn't at all surprised that the owner of the house was still at work. She could hear the dog barking as she let herself in the key she'd been given for emergencies.

"Hello girl" she fell to her knees fussing the small dog that ran to her "Hello Scarlet" she was enjoying the affection the little dog bestowed on her. Scarlet was no guard dog; she was in more danger of being licked to death than mauled. Rising to her feet she pulled out her mobile as she continued to address the dog.

"Bet he's still in work. Probably forgot I was coming. Hope he doesn't forget tomorrow, or I'll flipping shoot him! What are we going to do with him eh?" laughing she dialled the familiar number.

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Ruth was sat at her desk analysing more reports regarding the work their latest drug selling, bomb building would be terrorist. She desperately wanted to concentrate but she was nervous. She glared at the desk lamp next to her as if it was the root of all evil as her mobile phone began to vibrate on her desk. Picking up the phone she recognised the number immediately.

"This time tomorrow you will be my step mum!" Catherine laughed into the phone as Ruth's eyes shot around the Grid.

"Hi Catherine" she stood and walked towards the kitchenette hoping to gain a little privacy as both Adam and Zaf raised their eyes.

"Well. Are you exited?" Catherine asked.

"Um, yeah" Ruth replied, it still felt strange talking about things like this with Catherine.

"Oh sounds it! Where's Dad? He has remembered I'm coming home today?" she suddenly sounded insecure, not the feisty blonde she remembered. Ruth was usually the one showing her vulnerability despite trying not to.

"Yes of course he has. He's been really looking forward to seeing you." Ruth hoped neither Adam nor Zaf were bugging her conversation with Catherine. She wouldn't put it passed either of them.

"Good. Right. When are you home? What are the plans for your hen night?" Ruth rolled her eyes. A hen night was her idea of hell. She was about to tell Catherine this, when the younger woman chipped in about battery running out and she'd see her later.

Crouching down to the small dog Catherine began fussing over her.

"Well girl. He doesn't want a stag night. She doesn't want a hen night. What a pair. Well they can keep the wedding a secret but they are definitely having a wedding reception" she scratched Scarlet behind her ear as Fidget ran through the cat flap with Muggles not far behind.

Author's note. Hi, hope you enjoy this. It will be the wedding fic, but it's also a multichapter with a bit of an adventure along the way. Please review. Wasnt sure how to write Catherine but she has to be there doesn't she? Reviews help me write better :D