Wow, thanks for all the fab reviews, they really make my day and reassure me that you're all enjoying these little snippets.

Ruth was going cross eyed staring at her face recognition software. It was doing most of the work for her but she was keeping a close eye on it to make sure that it was working properly.

"I think you're working yourself too hard," Harry said with a hand on her shoulder. Ruth hadn't realised he had been coming close to her, with how much concentration she had been giving her computer.

"No its okay," Ruth said reflexively. "I have to get this done."

"You've been here for hours," Harry said. "Everyone's left the grid and I'm willing to bet you haven't even noticed." Ruth let her eyes flick over everywhere and saw he was right. Her desk lamp was the only light illuminating the empty grid. She sighed and dropped her shoulders as Harry leant over her and switched her computer off.

"I'm taking you home," he said in a voice that didn't take no for an answer. Ruth nodded and turned her chair around to face him. She took in a deep breath when she saw him holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Oh Harry," she said quietly with a smile. She loved being treated because it didn't happen too often, but it meant more when the gesture was done by him. She took the flowers and fingered the petals gently. It was a mixture of all types of spring flowers: primroses, snap dragons, some snow drops and a smattering of bluebells. It wasn't a large bouquet but she felt much more touched because it seemed so very personal to her. "They're beautiful."

"You're beautiful," he added in a whisper.

She blushed but didn't comment. "Thank you for the flowers."

"You're very welcome," he said leaning over her and kissing his lips, as soft as a dream.

"What's the occasion?" Ruth asked taking a sniff of her bouquet.

"The date," Harry said cryptically. Ruth furrowed her brow and then it hit her. This was the day when five years ago she had sailed off into the distance away from MI5, Thames House and London. And Harry. "I'm glad you're here." Harry added when he saw she'd understood the significance of the day.

"Me too," Ruth said. "Shall we go home?" Harry nodded and kept a hand on the small of her back as they left the grid for the night.

F is for flowers.

I enjoyed the Fantasy suggestion from Cowbell but this one was already in the works. G coming soon.