Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Em (nonsenseandmischief)

"I should get you home," Harry smiled at Fiona.

He'd spent the day with his counterpart at MI6, sharing intelligence they had gathered on a terrorist group based in London. He had approached her straight away.

"You said you would call when you arrived back home," he hissed as calmly as he could, not wanting her to sense how hurt he was she hadn't been in contact.

"Yes, I did. But whilst spending a while on this operation, I had my mind focused on other things, other people. I had a feeling you would have too, so I didn't bother getting back in touch with you."

She knew the moment the words had left her mouth and by the look on his face that it wasn't true. That he had waited for her. He had purposely not moved on so he could be with her when she arrived home.

Adam maintained eye contact with Harry the whole time he was on the phone to Fiona. He had calmly summoned her to pick up Wes from school and return to the grid straight away. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Adam was anything but calm. If Ruth hadn't been in the room he would have let loose and most probably done something he would forever regret.

Openly expressing his hurt, she had hurriedly offered to buy him a drink and tell him all about her operation and her fiancée. Her revelation at not only moving on, but also soon to be wed had stung him deeply, and part of him desperately wanted to turn away before he got too deep again.

One drink had turned into four, and Harry knew that time was getting on and he'd be expected back on the grid in the early hours.

"Look Adam, please let me..."

"DO NOT ADDRESS ME! I AM NOT HEARING THIS STORY FROM YOU!" Adam spat viciously, turning his back on the couple seated on the sofa and banging his fists against the wall in front of him.

Pulling over outside her house, he helped Fiona get up the steps to her house before attempting to make a hasty retreat. Fiona grabbed his tie and pulled him over the threshold and into her house before slamming the front door and pushing Harry against it.

"What about your fiancée?" Harry mumbled into Fiona's shoulder blade as she set about the task of removing his crisp shirt from his torso.

"Harry, right now I don't care about anything, so just shut up and kiss me properly" Fiona pulled his hair with enough force to make him obey and they soon found themselves wandering down her hallway and landing in a heap on Fiona's newly bought sofa.

Ruth looked shell shocked to say the least. She had never seen Adam so angry, nor Harry so vulnerable. It was all too textbook, a little like a typical episode of Eastenders. The feel of being part of this unfolding story was exciting, liberating, but she felt incredibly selfish for thinking so, especially when the wellbeing of a little boy was at stake.

"We. Shouldn't. Be. Doing. This." Harry stammered, his breath ragged as Fiona's fingers inched slowly towards the waistline of his boxers.

"But I need you." Fiona grinned playfully, slowly removing his boxer shorts. "And I want you."

Harry didn't need telling twice.

Harry was, well Harry. He couldn't quite comprehend what had actually happened so far today. He had woken as normal, got dressed and into work as normal. Then suddenly it all went pear shaped and he found himself in the middle of a very strange love triangle. He wouldn't have minded so much, he was able to keep his emotions in toll, but he had the love of his life currently sat next to him, motionless. He wanted to reach out and whisper sweet nothing's in her ear, but he knew deep down that would only make the situation twice as bad.

The three spooks were snapped back to reality by the familiar sound of the whirring pods. Wes came bounding into Harry's office, his mother not far behind him.

"Uncle Harry!" He cried, jumping onto Harry's lap.

Under normal circumstances Harry would have eagerly returned Wes' enthusiastic embrace. But now was not the time, or the place for such obvious affection.

"Wes, go and find Uncle Zaf. He has some sweets for you." Adam watched as Wes eagerly bounded out of the room, just as he came in, and went on his mission to hunt down Uncle Zafar for his prize.

Adam moved from his position against the wall and sat down on the chair behind Harry's desk. Diverting his glances slowly Fiona, who was silently leaning against the door frame and Harry, who was sitting rigid on the sofa; he cupped his hands together and swivelled the chair around to face his wife.

"So... Care to explain?"

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