I told myself over and over again that I didn't need to write a jubilee spooks fanfiction, but I just couldn't help myself. All I could think while watching the boats on the Thames for the Queens celebration was what would Harry be doing right now? So this is going to be a two shot, even though its a little late for jubilee weekend.

Jan 2nd 2012

"Home Secretary," Harry said in greeting as the politician came in only ten minutes late to his own office and his own meeting.

"I know I'm late," Towers said as he sat down while he rubbed his face. "A rather drunk new year I'm afraid."

"Home Secretary, why am I here so early? I have new years plans of my own too."

"Right, well this is a big year security wise," Towers started.

"The Olympics? Yes, I know. Our team is already putting the preliminary plans in place. We are anticipating a lot of sleepless nights in the summer, but we're confident that it will go off without a hitch."

"Yes, I'm sure," Towers said. "Its also the Queens diamond jubilee this year. I called to meet you because the news has just come down from Buckingham palace. She wants a river pageant on the Thames in June."

"A river pageant?" Harry asked, feeling his heart sink.

"Yes, its…"

"I know what it is," Harry snapped. "The old kings and queens used to do it to show off and celebrate. Please tell me you are joking," Harry said. "She can't be serious." He had temporarily forgotten about the Queens jubilee, but only because of the Olympics had eclipsed it so completely later in the summer. "How many boats are we talking about?"

"A thousand vessels."

"Oh God no." Harry cursed under his breath. "That is going to be a security nightmare! She must be made to see reason. She is not a stupid woman. I'm sure if we explain how dangerous this will be, she'll see sense."

"You've made that argument once before Harry. Or don't you remember?" It took perhaps five seconds until the penny dropped.

"Ah." Harry had been sent a request ten years ago, almost to the day for a flotilla of boats on the Thames for her Majesties Golden Jubilee in 2002. Harry had constructed an incredibly well written report on how it was too dangerous for the reigning monarch, less than a year after September 11th terror attacks in New York. He had felt very satisfied when he'd managed to change the Queens mind. But then again he hadn't counted on it coming back to haunt him ten years later. And she'd only asked for about 400 boats then as well. He knew perfectly well that she wasn't going to take no for an answer this time, especially if it came from the same person. "So she remembers it was me who turned her down last time?"

"Yes," Towers said, smiling gleefully. "I must say, I'm amazed you changed her mind. How did you do it?"

"With great persuasion and a little bit of luck," Harry said, unable to hide his smile. "She couldn't have been too upset. She knighted me after all a few years later."

"I think she was looking ahead," Towers replied, unable to hide his glee. "You can't say no Harry."

"I need extra staff," Harry countered quickly. "I want double my budget from May, through to the 9th September when the Paralympics end."

"I can assign you the money and resources for an extra three members of staff," Towers said.

"Six."

"Four."

"Shall we settle on five?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow. Towers nodded and shook hands with him. Harry left his office, while not exactly looking forward to the summer, he was relieved that the pressure on his section would be lifted somewhat with the extra staff.

Unlocking his door, he quietly went upstairs happy in the knowledge that Ruth was still sleeping in his bed. He took his coat, jacket and shoes off before going upstairs. Opening the bedroom door he smiled. Ruth had taken all the sheets and the duvet, pulling them close to her and she had wrapped herself tightly in a ball. She looked so comfortable that he was half tempted to go back downstairs and leave her to sleep.

"I know you're there," she said with her eyes closed.

"What gave me away?" he asked, laying down on the mattress next to her.

"Mm," she murmured as she curved herself against his chest and his arms wrapped around her. Pushing the duvet to him, he started to warm himself up.

"God, you're cold. I heard you," she added to his earlier question. "I know you better than you know yourself. I heard your feet on the third step which creaks slightly, and I felt you looking at me. When you opened the door."

"And I thought I was a good spook," Harry said wistfully. "You're nice and warm." He kissed her neck softly and she curled around him even closer. He could feel her breasts pressing against him and was momentarily annoyed he was still wearing his shirt.

"You are a good spook. Its only because I know you so well. What did Towers want?" she asked, enjoying his fingers running through her hair.

Harry didn't reply at once. Instead he let his hand drift up her naked leg, stroking her delightfully. "The Queens diamond jubilee. She wants a thousand boats on the Thames in her honour for sixty years on the throne."

"Oh, that'd be nice," Ruth said. "Can you imagine it? So many boats on a gorgeously sunny day. It sounds lovely."

"Have you forgotten where you work?" Harry asked bewildered. "Its going to be a security nightmare."

"Yes, but we have today off. We can worry about it tomorrow."

"Mm," Harry said. "Maybe you're right. Right now, I'd rather like to make love to you."

"Well I'm not going to argue with that plan of action am I?" she said with a wicked smile. He smiled back and kissed her, deciding to take his time.

However, she looked so beautiful, it was going to be a struggle to make it last.

"I love you." She smiled, kissed him back and repeated the sentiment. She repeated it honestly and with her whole heart.

I know the day didn't end up as sunny as Ruth envisioned, and I have no idea what part two is going to be, except it'll be set in June. Hope you enjoyed.