"Ruth," Jess peered around the doorway, calling across the grid.

Ruth crossed over to her.

"I've found them," said Jess.

"Good, show me."

They returned to the screen and Jess scrolled through several pages, pointing out faces. Every time Ruth thought she had finished there was another, six in total.

"You sure?" asked Ruth.

"Positive."

"I can't tell you what a great help this is, Jess, I don't know how we can thank you."

"I could think of something, if your boss is willing," replied Jess grinning.

Ruth said nothing.

"Seeing as there's nothing between the two of you, like you said, that's right isn't it, Ruth?"

"Yes, that's right," said Ruth straight faced.

"Do you think he'd be willing?" pressed Jess.

"Is he not a little old for you?" she said, looking at the young woman.

"I like older men."

"He's very private," added Ruth.

"That's okay. Makes him more interesting and I get the feeling that there's an awful lot more to him than meets the eye."

"Yes, there is."

"And I reckon given half the chance he's a very passionate man, don't you think?"

"I wouldn't know."

"Well, I'd like to find out." Jess smiled and reached for her coat, "so, do you need me for anything else, Ruth."

"No, no, You've been a great help," said Ruth getting up, wanting Jess to leave now.

"Success?" Harry stood in the doorway.

"Yes, six identified," said Ruth, "Jess, is just going."

"That's a tremendous help, Jess, thank you for your time, I really appreciate it," Harry smiled warmly.

"May I have a word with you?" asked Jess quietly. It was clear she meant in private.

Harry looked at Ruth, "Would you get started, Ruth."

"Of course," she said and made for the door. Harry turned his attention to Jess, "Please, come into my office."

"Thanks," she replied brightly and followed him.

Ruth returned to her desk well aware that Harry was sliding shut the door of his office.

She was well aware that Jess was smiling. She was well aware that she was standing uncomfortably close to Harry and she was well aware that both of them seemed far from uncomfortable with that closeness.

"I'm not sure this a good idea," said Harry.

"How are you with trust, Harry?"

"Limited."

"Well don't be. Trust me."

"I don't know you."

"No, you don't. I could be a mad woman, but I'm not. Ruth's more fitting of that category."

Harry opened his mouth to defend her but Jess ploughed on.

"I bet you've looked at no one else in all the time she's been here, have you?"

"No," he said defensively.

"Well, that's part of the problem."

Harry wondered how that could be a problem.

"She's stopped seeing you for what you are. She loves you but she needs reminding, she needs to see you as an attractive man that women would want."

Harry looked slightly nervous.

"I'm not sure they do," he said.

Jess put her hand on his chest and stepped even closer.

"Trust me Harry, they do."

Harry looked more nervous.

"Smile at me, please."

He smiled.

"Harry, she knows you and she's watching. Smile the way you'd smile at her, given half the chance."

His face changed, his eyes changed, his mouth changed and Jess wished the smile was for her and not Ruth.

"Good," she said as the blood rose to her face.

She held his look for as long as she could manage without getting totally lost in the gentleness of his eyes and then she turned to his desk and wrote something on a post it note. She turned back to him and placed the post it on his chest, her hand lingering there.

"My number, not that I expect you to call it."

He nodded.

"Now I'm going to go. I guess I'll never meet you again, Harry what ever your surname is, but I hope you're happy and I think Ruth is a very fortunate woman."

She reached up, kissing him gently, somewhere between cheek and lips and then turned to the door. He followed.

"Dimitri, would you see that Jess gets home."

Dimitri nodded and grabbed his coat.

"Bye," said Harry.

"See you soon," said Jess and smiled, waving at Ruth before stepping into the pods.

Ruth had to concentrate on the men Jess had identified, she was finding it difficult, but it was important.

They came from two separate cells, both with different affiliations. It was highly unusual. She took the information to Harry, who immediately called in Beth, Lucas and Tariq. The decision was not to apprehend but to put them under immediate surveillance and discover the reason for their combined action. As the team began to file out of his office Ruth delayed.

"Ruth?"

"It's fortunate we had such a good witness," she said.

"Yes, indeed," said Harry, getting up.

"She was very confident...for someone quite young."

"Not that young, Ruth, surely."

"Youngish."

"Compared to what?"

She wanted to say the obvious, she wanted to say compared to you, but she stopped herself.

"Pretty though," said Harry.

"Yes, pretty." And at that moment she looked down and saw the post it note inscribed with a phone number, it was lying on his desk.

"She thought we were together," she said quietly, her eyes lingering on the note still.

"Did she?" he prompted.

"Yes."

"And what did you say, Ruth?"

"I told her we weren't."

"We aren't."

"No."

For a moment neither spoke.

"She likes you," she eventually said.

"I know."

"She thinks you're nice."

"What happened to sexy?"

"Yes, that too," she corrected.

"She hinted the same to me," he said, perching on the edge of his desk.

Ruth dared to glance at him.

"She said quite a few things."

He left the thought hanging there. Hoping she would take the bait. She didn't. Instead she turned from the room and slid the door closed behind her. She was concentrating hard as she did so. Concentrating on not crying.