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Honey
The rain lashed the streets of London, bouncing off concrete and Tarmac as pedestrians tried and failed to avoid the soakings from puddles as cars and buses ran through the sodden road. The icy droplets of rain just added to the misery as the blonde woman pulled her rain coat around her. She did not want to be there. The late winter rain and cold permeating her bones. Added to the sense of dread in her gut she knew she'd give anything to be home, warm and safe. Instead - just weeks after nearly dying in a foreign country Harriet Makepeace was risking her life. Again.
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Four hours earlier
"Princess." His messy dark hair made him look younger. She smiled slightly, touching his face as he propped himself up on one elbow. "You don't have to do this. Spikings can take a running jump."
"I know." She sighed, holding his gaze. "It'll be ok."
"A honey trap? Really?"
"I know. But if a woman was the suspect then you or Chas would be on the firing line. It just so happens this scumbag is a man."
"Adrian Johnson." He narrowed his eyes. "He's scum. Links to people trafficking, rape, murder. That broad that was dragged out the Thames last month." She silenced him with a finger to his lips.
"Don't."
"Harry."
"We don't talk about work here. In bed. We agreed, remember?" She smiled as his hand came to tangle in her hair. Kissing her deeply before pulling back to kiss her lightly.
"I remember."
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Now
The wine bar was crowded as Harry stepped inside. She knew Dave was in there somewhere but she didn't hold out much hope of the young DC being as on the ball as she needed to be. She shrugged off her sodden coat before heading towards the man they knew had been meeting his victims through the lonely hearts ads in local newspapers.
"Hi." The taller dark haired man smiled at her. Harry looked up, meeting his eye she forced a smile.
"Hi. Adrian?"
"Helen?"
"Yes. Nice to meet you." She lied. Harry hated her alter ego, worried she'd slip up and not answer to Helen if someone called her. She slipped into the barstool next to him, hoping that the team would be watching as planned.
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Dempsey narrowed his eyes as he sat in a parked car a few feet from the entrance to the wine bar. His heart had sank as he watched a clearly miserable Harry step into the bar. When she hadn't emerged over an hour later he left the car, jogging to where Chas and Spikings were watching.
"Chief?"
"No sign of her." Spikings barked. Dempsey nodded, fear beginning to twist his gut. He and Chas headed towards the wine bar entrance, knowing that there was a real chance Harry had become the next victim.
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