A/N: Okay, so this is my first Spooks fic. I watched it on TV since the very beginning despite only being young when it started, and it's end made me want to write this. So here you go, I just wrote this today. A fluffy multi-chapter fic about Erin and Dimitri. Hope you enjoy, please review :)

The last few months had been a blur for Dimitri. The countless murders, the plentiful terrorist threats, the death of his goldfish; had all taken their toll. Section D had at last regained full-function a couple of weeks after Ruth's funeral, and things were finally returning to normal.

Having not really thought about where he was going or what he was doing, Dimitri weaved in and out of the cars as he sped through the streets of London. He eased the car into a slightly cramped spot as he parked outside the London townhouse of Erin Watts, and paused to give himself a moment to think. His mind flickered back to the worst memories of late, and having had enough of the self-pity, he pushed himself out of the car and stood looking at the looming building.

The flicker of a second floor curtain told him that his cover had been blown, and a few seconds later; Rosie pulled open the front door with a wide grin. He had met her only three more times since her kidnap, but it would seem he had made quite the impression.

All of the bad images now swept from his mind, he couldn't help but break into a smile as she bound down the front steps barefoot, and launched herself into his arms. Dimitri hugged her back and held onto her as he began to walk towards the door. He looked up at the sound of her mother's voice. "Rose? Rosie, darling, where are you going?"

Her face turned to one of curiosity and worry as she saw the front door wide open. She walked forwards until Dimitri's face finally appeared in the doorway. He was holding her daughter in his arms, both of them smiling. The slightly more relaxed atmosphere at work of late showed – he looked casual and at ease in jeans and a shirt; she had swapped the heels for slippers and wore an oversized hoodie from her university days.

She moved out the way of the door and beckoned him in. Dimitri walked forward a few steps and set Rosie down, "I'll be in in a minute Rosie." She nodded and ran back in the other direction, leaving them alone.

He leant down to kiss Erin swiftly on the cheek. Not a gesture he normally went for but he figured seeing as he had turned up completely out of the blue; what the hell? A slight blush coloured Erin's cheeks as she held out a hand for his coat.

He pulled it off but kept hold of it for a moment. "Hey, look, I'm sorry for turning up like this." His eyes drifted down to stare at his worn trainers, then back up to meet her gaze. "I just figured it would be nice to see Rosie again. I thought we could do something. I dunno, go to the zoo, the park, stay in and watch a movie."

She smiled; despite her being Dimitri's boss, he had the uncanny ability to remove all evidence of their professional life outside of work. He disarmed her in seconds and was one of the few people she had met whilst working in the service with whom she could have a normal conversation.

She smiled at the thought and gave a nod. "Rosie's been having some nightmares," the smile faltered slightly, and Dimitri's eyes involuntarily flickered towards the room Rosie had run to. "She's probably not up to going out, but a movie would be great."

He flashed a grin, and pulled his jacket back around him, opening the front door in the process. "In which case, give me ten minutes. I'll go out and get a selection."

Rosie reappeared in the hall. "Dee?" She called out the affectionate name they had both taken to calling him.

He turned back to the small voice. "Rose, don't worry. I'm just gonna get a movie, then you can have me all afternoon." The smile reappeared and she nodded as Dimitri slipped out.

He took the steps two at a time and jogged to the main street, slowing to a walk as he entered a DVD rental shop. He picked a few from the shelves, grabbed some snacks, and paid, getting back to the house less than ten minutes after he'd left.