Just a little offering into the world of Spooks fanfic. This is unapolegetically AU and fits somewhere in the middle of Series 4, I suppose. Certainly before 4:10.
Disclaimer: In case there was any doubt, I do not own these characters, mean them no harm, will earn nothing from them, and fully plan to return them when finished. (maybe)
Harry was a block away from her door when he had fifth thoughts. He'd had second thoughts before leaving the Grid, third thoughts when he'd directed his driver toward her part of town, and fourth thoughts when he'd asked Michael to drop him three blocks away from her front door. He had reasoned that a brisk walk the last bit of the way would clear all of those thoughts, but if anything it had just intensified them. Twisting his neck, he wished that he could loosen his tie. He supposed he could have taken it off, but that didn't seem right. This impromptu visit was still about business after all. At least that was what he kept telling himself each of the five times that he reconsidered what had seemed a perfectly reasonable decision the first time around.
He needed information. Ruth would have it. Yes, he probably could have gotten it over the phone. In reality, it probably could wait until Monday. However, once the thought of getting the information from her had entered his mind, he realized that he wanted to not only have information but discussion as well. He wanted to talk to her, gain her insights, and watch her face as she concentrated on the problem he was facing. There was also the added temptation of seeing what she would be like if she was thrown off balance by him surprising her at her door. He wanted a glimpse of what she was like when she wasn't at work, no defenses up. If he was very fortunate, she might invite him to have tea. Or a drink. Or perhaps he could even invite her to dinner.
No. Stop. He pulled his thoughts forcibly back from that path. Business. He was going to her home to discuss business. Hence the tie. No dinner. No kissing. And definitely no seduction. He would get the information he needed, perhaps tea and possibly a biscuit or two. Then he would leave her to her weekend and he would go home to his; his lonely weekend of Indian takeaway and walking his dog.
He couldn't deny, at least to himself, that he was becoming increasingly intrigued by his attractive analyst, but he would not allow himself to act on that attraction. She worked under him after all. He paused as he approached her garden gate. That was an exceedingly unfortunate thought as it had conjured images of her truly under him; writhing under him while he teased her skin with fingers and tongue. Bracing himself with one hand on the gate, he reminded himself that he was her superior and old enough to be her father; technically, just barely, at a stretch. Not to mention that he had a tickling sensation that if he ever gave in to his attraction to her he would be lost; utterly, completely, and totally lost.
That thought steeled him to open her gate and stride purposefully up the path to her door. He hoped he didn't wake her from a lazy afternoon nap. Or surprise her with a guest. A male guest. A male guest who might be sharing her nap after a vigorous morning of… That thought nearly had him pulling out his mobile to call his driver. His hand was actually reaching for his pocket when the door opened and the source of his afternoon's contemplation came hurtling down the path and threw herself into his arms.
"Darling. You're home early! I didn't expect you until Monday at least."
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