Birthday

by Storybookgirl77

Her Royal Highness Queen Elizabeth I I has a landmark birthday. What does that mean for our favourite spooks? A whole lot of work and stress for Harry. If that's not all the American President is popping by for lunch. Harry wonders if what's left of his hair will turn grey before the op is over and can he and Ruth have anytime together? Americans, Royalty, Politicians? Oh dear!

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer I do not own Spooks. Kudos and BBC own all. No copyright infringement is intended nor should be inferred

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Ruth frowned as she looked at the paper work in front of her. It was mid April and the plans they had been working on for the past two years seemed destined to fail - or give Harry and Ros heart attacks in the process.

"I still reckon this isn't our gig." Will sighed. "Don't Royal Protection normally do this? I know we got drafted in last November but really?"

"Really." Harry glared at the new recruit.

"Royal Protection will be there but this is the Queen's 90th birthday. It's a big deal and bless them, RPS need us to hold their hands." Ros leant against the far side of the room. Will looked away. Lucas sighed. He almost felt sorry for the new boy.

"The itinerary? No changes?" Harry asked.

"No." Ruth glanced at the paperwork. Beth yawned.

"Keeping you awake, Miss Bailey?" Harry asked.

"Yes, if you must know. Some of us were on surveillance until 3 this morning." Beth ran a hand through her hair.

"Sleep is overrated." Tariq smirked. Beth shot him a look as Dimitri smirked. Tariq shrugged. "I never sleep."

"Can we get back to the point?" Alec snapped. "Some of us want to get out of here before midnight." Ruth held Harry's gaze, aware that he should be annoyed with the younger members of the team.

"As do I Mr White. Now tomorrow is the Queen's birthday. The itinerary has not changed and neither has the threat."

"Still insistent on having the open top car?" Zoe rolled her eyes. "Ridiculous behaviour for someone in her position? Does she not know the threat?"

"She does." Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, he knew the royals were clued up on the world they lived in. He had spent months arguing the toss with the head of the RPS. Her Majesty was not to be moved. Her and the Duke would have their way.

"So? What do we do?" Zaf paused as Adam and Malcolm exchanged glances.

"Prey for rain." Harry spoke before dismissing the team. He knew the rest of the team were not looking forward to working with the RPS but for Ruth it held even more dread. Her step brother had died years earlier but the memories of the man's sins were seared into her bones. As the rest of the team left with Ros still issuing instructions he caught her hand. She nodded as he looked up.

"Five minutes." She whispered before heading out of the office. Harry sighed heavily knowing that it wasn't just the operation he had to worry about.

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