Disclaimer I do not own Spooks. All copyright belongs to Kudos productions and BBC television. No copyright infringement is intended nor should be inferred. Title comes from a song by Lady Antebellum - Need you Now. Set some time in early series 8. Prequel to all my other Harry/Ruth stories. Only characters in 8 will be mentioned. Fluff all the way!
Need You Now.
Ruth stared at the half empty wine glass on the table in front of her. She was exhausted. In the six weeks since she had returned to England her life had been turned upside down again. "Ruth." She muttered as she picked the glass up. "What are you doing to yourself?" She asked herself as she glanced at the mobile phone abandoned on the coffee table in front of her. Drinking the red wine she winced as the alcohol hit the back of her throat. It was doing nothing to drown her sorrows - only giving them something to float to the surface on. She closed her eyes and flopped back on the sofa. The soft cushions enveloping her as she sighed.
"Oh Harry! It's all your fault!" She muttered. Seconds later she was dialling a very familiar number.
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Harry sipped his tea as he read the reports on the coffee table in front of him. Scarlet curled in her basket as the little grey moggie they had adopted as a kitten weaved around Harry's legs.
"Muggles, go and find Fidget. I have to read these." He scratched the cat's ears as she tilted her head as if weighing up what he was saying. "It's late you daft moggie. Go to bed." He pointed towards the basket next to Fidget's where the older cat was already asleep. She sauntered across to the basket and curled up.
"Well at least someone listens to me." Harry sighed before turning back to the latest report from Ros. He knew he should have read it back at the Grid but he had been keen to get home. Part of him couldn't stand being the last one on the Grid when he knew Ruth was back in the country but another part of him was glad the analyst had left at a fairly decent hour. He sipped his tea, wishing it was a decent malt but knew he had to read the report with a clear head. Lucas and Ros would know instantly if he hadn't and the last thing he needed was his field officers losing respect for him. A shrill ringing noise startled him from his thoughts. Glancing at the clock on the mantlepiece he saw it was already after 1 am.
"Ruth?" He was immediately on alert as he recognised her number.
"Harry." She mumbled back. It sounded like she had either been crying or drinking. Or both.
"What's wrong?" Harry was already on his feet, looking for his car keys and wallet.
"Everything." Ruth sighed. "Everything is wrong. Nothing is right. It's all because of you." He winced as he heard her words.
"Ruth."
"Harry."
"We've done that bit." Harry smiled slightly as her heard her groan. "Are you drunk?"
"No." She snapped. "Yes. Well, a bit. Perhaps."
"Well, your the analyst. You should know."
"Yes! Yes I am the analyst!" Ruth began pacing the living room, a little unsteady on her feet. One arm waving manically as she tried to balance. "Shit!"
"Are you alright?" Harry was immediately concerned. "Where are you?"
"Um." Ruth looked around the flat. "Home. Only it's not home." She slumped back on the sofa. "It's a flat. A crappy little flat. Home is my lovely house with the blue front door and the paint that peels. This! This is where I sleep. Alone. Do you sleep alone, Harry?"
"Excuse me?" Harry raised an eyebrow, knowing she was well and truly under the influence. "How much have you drunk?"
"Some."
"Ruth, I'm coming over."
"No." Ruth shook her head. "I look a mess!"
"It's a quarter past one. You are alone and drunk and phoning people you hate. I am coming over."
"Ok." Ruth sighed. "I don't hate you. I hate what happened."
"I know Ruth." He smiled, a sense of relief filling his heart. "I wont be long."
"K." Ruth sighed. Harry ended the call and headed out of his house, locking the front door behind him.
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A/N More soon. I decided to write pure fluff as Harry's Game is getting a little dark :D Hope you like it. Please review.