Another fic requested by forrestsc. This chapter is just setting the scene so I hope it gets a bit more interesting later.

Monday morning, Ruth thought with a sigh as she went through her work emails. Three weeks and two days since Harry had proposed to her and she had so foolishly declined. And now he wasn't speaking to her. Well, not properly anyway. Not the way they had been. He'd talk to her all the time about work issues, but there was always an underlying tension between them and she was getting sick of it. The pods opened and she turned automatically to see who it was. It was indeed the man she constantly thought about, but Harry was on the phone and didn't look in her direction. It seemed like a very angry call as well from what Ruth could understand from the one sided comments before his office door slid shut. She had to stop this.

Focusing all her energy on Harry was doing her no good at all. If nothing else, it was draining. Shaking her head to clear Harry related thoughts, she focused on updating the MI5 terrorist watch list for the week. By the time she'd finished, Harry had emerged from his office with an angry look on his face.

"Everyone," he said in a curt voice. Ruth rolled her eyes, as for some reason they all gathered around her desk. Maybe they thought Harry was less likely to explode in rage if she was in hearing distance. Normally Ruth would have been cheered by the thought, but not today, when she and Harry had barely exchanged a friendly word in weeks. "I have just been informed by the sanctimonious DG that we are housing a transfer from Section A. We will be monitored to make sure that everything is working effectively. Apparently, section D has been run as a closed circle for far too long and this is "endangering national security." I have no say in this matter."

"How long do we have our uninvited guest?" Lucas asked, looking his usual menacing self.

"Permanently." Harry said breathing deeply.

"Why?" Ruth asked, hating being the one to break the silence, but knowing no one else would when confronted with an angry Harry. "Why now?"

"I've been running this section for fifteen years," Harry said still not looking at her, much to her annoyance. "I'm expected to have either retired or have died in service by now, so they're checking up on me. Apparently after the bomb went off in Whitehall last week, I might be losing my touch."

"There were no fatalities," Beth said accurately. "We couldn't stop the bomb on such short notice, but we evacuated the area. No one even had a scratch."

"Its an excuse," Ruth said and the started blushing when everyone, including Harry looked at her. She thanked whatever higher power was watching over her when Dimitri started talking instead, taking the focus off of her.

"She's right. They just want to get on the grid and spy on us. Report back to the man at the top."

"I never thought I'd see the day when I was being spied on by my own side," Harry said sadly. "Right, it goes without saying that you give this man nothing. No information, no intelligence, nothing. Don't lie to him exactly but just make it damn difficult for him to do his job. Is that clear?"

There were murmurs of "yes Harry," while everyone got back to work. He hovered by Ruth's desk and she looked up at him. "Do you need something?" she asked in a light voice.

"I want you to keep an eye on him," Harry said firmly. "He'll be spending a lot of time with you, trying to get all the information you analyse and reporting it to God knows who. I can't have that. I don't trust many people, but… you're one of them. Please try your best to put him off."

"Okay," she agreed. "Give me his name, so I can do a quick search for him."

"Something Miller. Chris Miller, that's it."

"Okay," she said, starting to type. Harry nodded once and returned to his office. As his picture came up on the computer along with his career history Beth had been walking behind her screen.

"Oh my God," the blonde said as she looked at Chris Miller. "That's who's going to be spying on us?"

"Yes why?" Ruth asked slightly confused.

"Are you blind? He's gorgeous!"

Ruth looked at the image again and shrugged her shoulders. "Not my type," she said.

"No, I suppose not," Beth said considering. "Your type locks himself in his office and drinks whiskey every evening while making sad puppy dog eyes at…" Beth tailed off as Ruth turned around, ice in her blue eyes. "I'll just…" Beth refrained from running to her desk but it was close. Ruth waited until Beth was sat typing before she turned back to the now infamous Christopher Miller. Now that Beth came to mention it, he wasn't bad looking at all. Tall dark and handsome seemed to be a description that was made for him. Glancing up from her desk she saw the pods whirring with their new arrival. She closed her computer screen hurriedly and erased it from her terminals history. He was bound to be as intelligent as her and look there, otherwise he wouldn't have been sent from the DG. She noticed everyone else was silent, the usual clicking of keyboards going quiet as they all looked at him.

"Good morning."

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