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"So." Harry paused once Wes had left the car and headed inside. "You aren't so keen on young Jade then?"
"She's in my maths class." Nick stared out of the window.
"So, she's not your girlfriend then?"
"NO." Nick snapped. "I mean, no she isn't my girlfriend."
"I see." Harry smiled slightly as he turned the corner into the street they lived. "Ruth thinks you are too young for a serious girlfriend."
"She's right. Look, there is no way I am getting tied down before I turn thirty. Probably thirty-five."
"I see." Harry repeated.
"It's not as if I don't like girls. I do like girls." Nick shook his head. "Is this how you get people to talk to you? Just say I see and let them carry on."
"Sometimes." Harry smiled before parking the car. "Other times I have to send Ros in to frighten them." Nick burst out laughing as he opened the car door, knowing that there was no way Harry meant what he had said.
"Ros! Lucas' Ros."
"That's right."
"She's not frightening in the least. Mum is more frightening than she is."
"Are you talking about the same woman?" Ruth laughed as she over heard the conversation as Harry and Nick walked into the house. Scarlett yapped as she saw the pair enter the house.
"Ros." Nick stated. "Harry thinks Ros is more scary than you."
"Oh?" Ruth smiled, knowing Nick had never seen Ros in the field or when she was interviewing suspects. Harry shook his head.
"Well, come on. Ros never shouts at me and she's soft as anything with her two kids."
"When do I shout at you?" Ruth folded her arms as Harry shook his head.
"You don't. Ever." Nick hugged her. "But you don't have to."
"Because you are such a good boy." Ruth hugged him back as Harry shook his head.
"No." Nick answered honestly. "Because the look is enough. And before you ask, all my homework was done before I went out and I am not going out with Jade."
"Oh." Ruth glanced at Harry who laughed before watching the teenager walk up the stairs. "So you agree with him? I'm more frightening than Ros? Really?"
"Ruth." Harry pulled her into his arms. "You are so much more frightening than Ruth. And do you know why?"
"Enlighten me." Ruth sighed as Muggles and Fidget ran past.
"Because." He kissed her gently. "If you wanted to you could crush me in a second. You could walk out and never come back."
"Never."
"Ros." Harry smiled as he thought of his friend and second in command. "You know her, she's constantly tough, she isn't you."
"I will take that as a compliment." Ruth rolled her eyes as Harry laughed.
"And, I'd never, ever risk this with Ros." He watched before kissing her as Nick jogged down the stairs before pulling a face and running back up stairs.
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"You ok, mate?" Adam asked as Wes threw his jacket over the back of a chair in the kitchen.
"Yeah. Where's Carrie and the baby?"
"In bed. Carrie was shattered. So? You and Molly?"
"Eh?"
"Wesley Carter."
"Dad." Wes smirked as Adam watched him.
"Wes."
"Molly is my best friend and well, you know. You and Carrie were best friends. Ruth and Harry were best friends." Wes stated. Adam nodded.
"And? How did the matchmaking go? Nick and your friend."
"Molly's friend." Wes corrected him. "And they didn't like each other. I mean she was perfect for him on paper."
"On paper isn't really the same as in real life." Wes looked up as Adam spoke. "Harry and Ruth aren't perfect for each other on paper, neither were me and your mum."
"Or Zaf and Zoe." Wes laughed. "I mean, who'd have thought that?"
"Don't let Zoe hear you say that. Anyway, if Jade isn't the one for Nick Pearce are you leaving the matchmaking there?"
"Of course." Wes tried to keep a straight face. "Until next time. Lucy in set 2b is just perfect for him. Rugby mad and reads loads."
"Wes!" Adam laughed as his oldest child headed towards the fridge. He had a feeling Ruth and Harry were going to have to get used to more 'dates that really weren't dates' if his son was insisting on playing cupid.
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A/N Ok, thats it. I don't really like the end of this but back to In from the Cold.