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Harry felt sick, he had hoped the words Graham and Heroin wouldn't be mentioned in the same sentance again. Burying his head in his hands he tried not to think about what could have happened to make his son turn back to the drugs that had so nearly ended his life. He sighed, vaguely aware of Catherine and Terri talking quietly a few feet away as Ruth approached him.

"I spoke with Ros. She has everything under control on the Grid. You are not to worry about it."

"Thanks." He squeezed her hand. "Honestly, I worry less and less about that place since you came home. Priorities changed." Ruth nodded, smilings slightly. She knew he felt increadibly guilty for what had gone on during his marriage to Jane. The woman was now dead - a conviceted terrorist but that didn't make him feel any different about his actions towards her. He looked up to see Catherine and Terri sitting on battered chairs opposite him. He knew he had to ask. The whole situation felt wrong.

"Graham was clean."

"Yes, he told me of his problems before we met." Terri nodded, looking Harry straight in the eye. "There is nothing between us that is taboo. It is how we are."

"That's good." Ruth smiled. "He was doing so well."

"He is doing well." Terri sighed. "You may have not known me as long, but I promise there is no way I would marry a man that drank heavily or took drugs. I have seen what that can do to a family. Harry, you met my father." She looked at the older man. "You saw what it did to him."

"Yes. I remember." Harry paused, remembering his improptu trip to Cyprus to rescue his son and future daughter-in-law when her father had tried to kill them both. He sighed heavily. "I also remember Graham promising me that he would never go back to his old ways. Thats why I need to know. What happened?"

"I had been out with Carrie. You know we are looking into setting up a nursery? Finding proper premises?"

"Yes." Ruth smiled. The pair had become firm friends and were both qualified nannies. It had also become evident that the former Nun and policeman's daughter had good business heads. She couldn't help but be happy for the girls. Now as she looked at the young Cypriot she had to wonder what had gone through her mind when she had found Graham.

"Well, I came home late. We had decided to have a glass of wine." Terri glared. "Why did I do that? Why did we decide to do that? If I had been even ten minutes earlier I would have seen more. Stopped it."

"Teresa." Harry spoke calmly, keeping his voice low.

"Harry, he did not do this to himself. This was done to him. I went out of the flat at 2pm. I returned at 9pm. He was not there. I thought nothing of this. He has rugby training with the boys until 8pm. They often go for a curry later. I was relieved not to have the teasing I would have for going out for so long. Don't get me wrong, its just gentle teasing, nothing nasty but he's been getting edgy recently. Not himself."

"How so? He was ok when I saw him." Catherine asked.

"Yes, he wouldn't want you to worry. He believes he has brought you so much more worry than he should have over the years. The car accident as a teenager, his behaviour, alcohol, drugs. He was an angry young man."

"Yes he was." Harry immediately felt guilty.

"But not stupid." All eyes turned to see Ros stood in the corridor with her arms folded. She looked angry, barely concealing the fury behind her eyes. Harry got to his feet.

"Ros?"

"Terri is right."

"Thank you." Terri rested her head back against the wall.

"He did go to his rugby training and he did go for a curry. It's what happened between 9pm and 1am that is interesting. Tariq and Malcolm did some digging."

"You dont have time to dig into my family business." Harry raised an eyebrow knowing Ros would igore it. She shot him a death glare.

"The AQ, ISIS threats are well documented, I don't need reminding. Now do you want to know what I dragged myself away from the Grid for or not?"

"Yes!" Terri got to her feet. She was on the verge of tears.

"Harry, Graham didn't do this. Someone did it to him. Now I am not sure who but we think we know why."

"Go on."

"The Glouchester Agreement."

"The what?" Catherine swore as Harry narrowed his eyes. He had nothing to throw but dearly wished he had. Ruth got to her feet.

"Go on."

"We have footage on CCTV of Graham leaving the North Road Curry House." Ros explained. Terri nodded.

"He says a veg Vindaloo is his only vice now." She smiled slightly as Catherine squeezed her hand. Harry smirked slightly, relieved that it at least appeared Graham hadn't sunk back into addiction.

"Well, he was grabbed and bundled in the back of a black 2011 registration ford transit. Malcolm is looking for it now. He was then dumped, a few hours later on his doorstep, clearly unconscious. A man wearing a leather jacket and with his face covered up, surprise surprise bangs the door before running back to the van and speeding off." Ro watched as Catherine swore under her breath. Harry nodded.

"Thank you Ros."

"If it was one of mine, you'd do this same. Keep us informed, ok?"

"Ok." Ruth answered as Harry fell silent. Ros nodded before leaving the Pearces to wait. Harry watched her go just as his mobile phone sprung into life. Silently cursing he looked at the text message feeling his blood run cold as he read the words.

"Message recieved? Glouchester Agreement doesnot go ahead. The boy was a warning. Others not so lucky."

Harry stuffed the phone back in his pocket as the nurse called them into the family room to discuss Graham's condition. Harry paused slightly, wondering who the 'others' referred to would be and why stopping a simple trade agreement was so important to try to kill in order to stop it.

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A/N please review. This story is going to be very Pearce and Myers family centric with the odd appearance from all our favs on the Grid