Notes: Sorry it has taken so long to update! This chapter and the next few chapters are in snippets so that when the main plot events occur it makes it a little easier for the reader to understand! Enjoy!

A Few Weeks Later

Ros watched as the tracker in Harry's car pulled away from Ruth's stationary position outside her house.

"No date then," she mused happily, before engrossing herself in the files on her desk.

It was irrational, she knew that. To take such pleasure in knowing Harry's happiness was so close yet still out of reach. She knew Ruth wouldn't allow the relationship to blossom on the grid, and for that she was happy. Why could he have everything when she had to watch her family get thrown to the dogs?

Ros' attentions were pulled back to the screen in front of her as the tracker bleeped once again. It was moving at the same pace as Harry's. She must be in a car.

"Ruth I thought you said you was going home."

Ros was intrigued. It wasn't like Ruth to lie, and it most certainly wasn't like Ruth to keep things from other members of the team. A little strange, but Ros felt she was onto something here. Something that could tear the department to shreds. Something that could bring the mighty Harry Pearce to his knees. As Ruth's tracker came to a standstill, Ros sat watching the screen idly before snapping into action and typing in the necessary details to find out her location.

"Maudsley's house? What the hell are you up to Ruth?"

"I don't like spying on Ruth," Zaf protested.

"Then don't," Ros replied smugly, watching Ruth disappear from view before letting herself into Maudsley's house.

Leaving Zaf to close the door behind him, Ros explored the house carefully; desperate to expose any clues that could lead to finding out why Ruth was even here in the first place. The house was ordinary, the furniture was ordinary. Nothing had been tampered with. The lack of evidence didn't de-motivate Ros. On the contrary, it made her more determined to find something. Pulling open various cupboards, it wasn't until she reached the last one before her eyes froze and she realised she had potentially struck gold.

"What gun was Abdul shot with?" Ros asked Zaf without turning around to face him.

"It was a Chinese type 67," Zaf replied, unsure of what Ros was trying to get at.

"Unusual," Ros pondered slowly, still not revealing the reasons for her sudden interest.

"Very," Zaf agreed, nodding his head slightly for effect.

"Like this one?" Ros asked triumphantly, pulling out the exact same gun Zaf has described.

"You're jumping to conclusions," Zaf protested quickly.

"What conclusions?" Ros asks slowly, noting with pride the look of fear edging across Zaf's features. "I've said nothing."

Ros sat her desk and watched passively as commotion spread across the grid. Harry and Mace were locked in some heated argument as they anticipated Ruth's arrival from Maudsley's house. She was definitely right in saying Ruth was Harry's rose tinted blind spot.

"Ros," Adam strode over to where she was positioned. He looked far from pleased "Next time you go to me before anyone else," he hissed.

"I was just reporting events," Ros replied coolly, undeterred by Adam's piercing gaze.

"No you weren't, you were taking the opportunity to strike back at harry."

There's definitely truth there, she thought.

"Look, I know you all have this absolute loyalty to Ruth, but she's pulling the wool over your eyes."

"This isn't your father we're talking about!" Adam barked back.

"No it isn't, it's something even more devious."

Ros watched as the group left the grid one by one to re-assemble. She knew she wouldn't have been invited along for the get together. Of course not, she'd been the one to get the ball rolling in the first place. She knew Adam and Harry would be furious, Harry probably more guilty than furious, but angry all the same. She needed to justify herself to Adam, she needed to keep her job safe.

She spotted the group from a distance and walked hurriedly towards them, might as well get it over with now.

As Adam turned briefly he caught her eye.

"I'm surprised to see you here," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Can I have a word?"

"No, you better say it to everyone."

"I'm not sorry, I was doing my job," and making Harry feel some of my pain.

"But you were wrong,"

"I agree she's been set up if that's what you mean," she replied coolly.

As the group tried to make sense of what had just occurred, Ros kept taking sneaky glances at Harry. He looked crestfallen, vulnerable, guilty. She had reduced this man to a quivering wreck, making him the weakest member of the team at the time he needed to be the strongest. As the team began to separate Adam called Ros behind and asked her for a favour. As much as she liked to see Harry and Ruth get thrown to the dogs, she needed to win back Adam's trust. For now, that meant following orders.

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