Adam rang Ros as soon as he left Thames House, unable to contain his emotions. She didn't answer the mobile and he hesitated for a few seconds before scrolling down to her office number. He pressed call and listened to the unfamiliar singular ring. She answered fairly quickly, her clipped business tones still sending a shiver through him.

"Sarah Miller speaking"

"Hi, it's me."

She dropped her voice

"What are you playing at?"

"Don't worry, it'll be fine. I just wanted to tell you that Harry knows. He wasn't too happy but I think he's going to try and help."

"I think you could have made a mistake," she said guardedly, alarm apparent in her voice. She paused and resumed her normal voice, "Anyway, darling, I can't talk now, I'm at work. I'll talk to you later." She hung up, leaving Adam listening to the dialling tone. Once a spook, always a spook he thought as he put the phone back in his pocket and rounded the corner of the road, failing to notice a figure stepping out of a nearby doorway. Adam disappeared in to a Starbucks and his observer walked rapidly in the opposite direction, talking in to a mouthpiece as he did so.

"Yeah, fairly sure now, mate. He was making the call when I picked him up. Definitely sounds like it was her from this end. Did you trace it?"

There was a pause. He nodded. "Ok. Well I'll keep trailing him til we're sure. He's being careless, won't take long."

Adam returned to work, blithely unaware of the figure following him, and was surprised to find Ben sat at his desk.

"What's going on? He asked, confused. Harry poked his head round the door of his office;

"Ah, Adam. Quick word if you please." Harry stood back to allow Adam to pass then firmly closed the door behind them, leaving Ben and Jo giving each other speculative looks.

"Adam" Harry began, "I've decided that you need to be out of the office for a while. You have put your own security at risk, and therefore ours as well. How you choose to use your time off is up to you, but you need to think, and act, with extreme caution."

"Harry, I am quite capable of doing my job."

I know you are, but once again you have let your personal life interfere and I think that your emotions are clouding your judgement. Especially where Ros is concerned. You knew that it would be safer for all concerned if she was dead but now you have entered her and yourself in to a dangerous state of limbo."

Adam looked as though he was going to protest but eventually capitulated, admitting;

"I love her. I couldn't just pretend she wasn't there. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you."

"Well, it's too late now. If I can think of a way to resolve the situation I will. I suppose it's useless to ask you to let her disappear again before anyone finds out?"

"It's not necessary, Harry. No one knows she is there but you and me" Adam replied confidently. "As far as anyone else is concerned, I met a woman on holiday and I'm going back to see her".

"If you say so" Harry replied with some doubt.

Having unexpectedly garnered leave Adam packed to fly to Canada the following day, buying a return ticket online. He boarded the plane a little nervously the following morning. He wished he could have taken the precaution of travelling on a false passport, but as this trip didn't really constitute work, he had no option but to travel on his own. He tried to relax. What if she had changed her mind he thought anxiously, decided that it was too much hassle. She had sounded pretty cold when he last spoke to her, keeping the call short, but that could have been a safety precaution.

When the plane landed eight hours later he was tired, stiff and increasingly edgy. He decided that he was suffering from spooks paranoia. He was sure that a woman with short dark hair had been watching him for long periods of time but whenever he looked at her, she was reading, or seemingly lost in the music playing through her earphones.

He reset his watch according to the time given by the pilot and realised that as it was early afternoon she would not be home from work for another hour. He decided to take a taxi to her apartment anyway and wait on the steps, appreciating the fact that the temperature had increased since his last visit. When she eventually she came in to sight he stood up, his mood lifting as she approached. She seemed absorbed in her own thoughts and didn't spot him until she was almost upon him. To his relief, she looked genuinely delighted to see him.

"What are you doing here now?" she asked him, putting her arms round his neck. Adam responded by kissing her, feeling a thrill just from seeing her.

"Enforced leave." He said. "Harry's not a happy bunny, wanted me out of the way"

"Should you be here, then?" She asked, anxiety crossing her face.

"Well, I couldn't waste the chance to see you, could I?"

She smiled tensely and pulled him inside. "We should be more careful" she said. She watched him put his bag down and come towards her, wishing that he had been. Whilst she was happy to see him, she knew that if anyone from the British or American government saw them together, that would be it, all her deception would be for nothing. Not to mention Yalta. Adam saw her face and read the fear in it.

"What's wrong?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her "We're safe here."

"Maybe. I was just thinking that Yalta's agents were pretty much worldwide"

"Ros."

"Sarah" she said, correcting him.

"Ok Sarah, they don't know. I'm sure they don't know. They all think you're dead and have no reason to suspect otherwise. We're not bugged, they don't know, so just relax. Ok?" she nodded reluctantly and allowed Adam to pull her closer, moving her mouth to meet his, trying to relax in to the kiss. She moved slightly and rested her head on his chest, hugging him back. She closed her eyes and sighed. She certainly felt safe in his arms…the thought shocked her. What am I doing?? She thought. She had never allowed herself to depend on anyone else for security. I should stop this was her next thought but as she steeled her mind to pull away he kissed her again and rationality disappeared.

Across the street a familiar man sat in a car, watching the apartment, mobile in hand.

"Yes, it's her. Fools." He said in to the phone. "They could have got away with it if they'd stuck to the plan. I could have almost let her go if she's stayed beneath the radar"

"I know, disappointing isn't it? I thought she was supposed to be good."

"I suppose we all have our weaknesses. And Adam Carter appears to be hers. Still, saves time later, working it out."

He snapped the phone shut and checked the glove box. Removing a small package he checked the contents. Yes, everything was there. He watched the figures of Adam and Ros through the window, they really are careless he thought, watching them embrace as he got out of the car and walked up the steps to the door. Sweet. It almost seems a shame. Almost.