Chapter 6 – Right well there has been a real delay with this story I am sorry. If anyone is still interested in the story now that exams are over you can expect this and some other stories to be updated and published much faster. At this point, Tariq has just told Ruth that there is a mole in the department.

Oliver Mace's office

"Come in, take a seat." Mace gestured nonchalantly to the chair in front of him with a sharp nod of his head.

Juliet Shaw looked around warily before sitting down in the proffered chair.

"Why am I here?"

"Well I thought given your particular status in this country that you could perhaps do with my help."

"And what do you get out of it?"

Oliver smiled satirically making the hairs stand on the back of her neck stand to attention,

"Nothing Juliet. I guess I'm just a really nice guy." His face widened into a grin at her audible exhalation of laughter.

"Again. What's in it for you Oliver?"

"Harry Pearce."

"Harry? Do you not think it's enough that you effectively had Ruth Evershed killed?"

"Well it seems Harry Pearce has been working on his resurrection skills."

Juliet's eyebrows rose at the new information, she looked down to the floor.

"Look, I'm sorry Oliver but I can't."

"Can't what? I've suggested nothing."

"I'm not stupid."

Mace nodded, his fingers drumming on the desk in front of him.

"Are you still in love with him?"

"No."

"Does your loyalty to Harry Pearce outweigh your desire to be back where you belong? We were both wronged by Harry Pearce, Juliet; did he even try to fight for you? I wonder, Juliet, would he have pined away for 3 years for you?" Her eyes burnt into Mace, her face contorting with disgust.

"You are a despicable creature." She spat, her nails embedding into her palms.

"I'm right though aren't I? He never loved you. But you, you loved him."

"Bastard." She was stood up; looming over the table, Mace sat unperturbed his hands clasped in front of him.

"I can solve it all Juliet. I can make it go away. That ache."

"I have two words for you Oliver and the last word is "off" you're an intelligent man, you can fill in the blank."

"Now now, that's not very ladylike is it?"

"You've seen nothing yet."

"I've tried to be nice to you Juliet, really I've tried. But you test my patience. The fact is, you have no choice in the matter, you will help me, or I won't hesitate to turn you in to the nearest authority."

"For god's sake." She rolled her eyes and drew her head back off the top of the chair."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Well, firstly I need you to do some matchmaking" She shook her head slightly in disbelief.

"Been there, done it. Didn't work, evidently."

"We both know if I hadn't succeeded in framing her they would have been at it like forest animals within weeks."

Juliet looked away from his oily gaze.

"There is an added complication."

"Good god. What now?"

"Harry was kidnapped, Ruth was brought in as an instrument; they shot her husband because Harry wouldn't give up the location of some Uranium."

"How do you know this?"

"I have my sources."

"So you just want me to get them together? So that you can break him down?"

"She is his Achilles. I'll let him taste happiness, then soon as he has it, I'll break them both."

"Quite the romantic."

"Indeed."

"So how is this going to work?"

"Relax, it's all under control, you might want to update your CV Juliet. Lets just say there are going to be a few job openings in the none to distant future."

The Grid

Ruth had returned back to her work after listening to Tariq, puzzled by his outburst she stopped and sat back in the chair, her eyes glazing over, trying to decipher who he could mean, Ros? Lucas? Unless he just meant one of the clerks; but why would he not tell Harry if it was somebody who was relatively unimportant, Harry could quite easily deal with a clerk with minimal fuss.

Biting her lip she debated with herself; telling Harry was for definite, the prospect of not telling him hadn't even entered her mind, her hand rested on the phone, debating whether or not the situation was urgent enough to interrupt Harry at the DG's office. Hesitating, she dialled the familiar number and anticipated it going straight through to answer phone.

"Harry Pearce."

"Harry, it's me...Ruth, there's a problem."

"You're telling me? Too right there's a problem, are you still in my office?"

"Yes. So, you know about the mole?"

"Mole? What mole?"

"There's a mole in the department, why what are you talking about?"

"I need you to get in touch with Nicholas Blake, the Director General has resigned. Something is going on Ruth, I need to know what. I'm coming right over."

The phone call ended as abruptly as it had begun, Ruth placed the receiver onto its cradle incredulously and awaited Harry's arrival.

Right well I hope you enjoyed, the next chapter will be posted very soon. Please review with any comments.