A/N: Okay, so after seeing S9E1 I had the hardest time getting out of the angsty heads of S9 H/R and getting into light-hearted S2 H/R. That is why the big delay in posting.

And Surprise! I decided to FLAN this chapter. I hope it works. I enjoyed writing this from Harry's perspective so I hope you have fun reading it. I love all the wonderful reviews too. Thanks a bunch. Don't own Spooks.

Chapter 7

'Wait,' Malcolm said. 'The light's traveling away from Harry's.'

Danny looked up from his Rugby World magazine, 'What's wrong?' he asked looking at the red dot moving swiftly away.

'Where is she going?' Malcolm asked to himself.

'Maybe Harry changed his mind last minute and decided to take her to a hotel.'

Malcolm decided not to reward him with a response.

'Should we ring her?' Danny asked.

'Erm….no,' thinking of the best possible solution. 'Let's wait a little bit, see where they go.'

With that Danny went back to his reading whilst Malcolm glued his eyes to the little red dot.

…

He opened the door allowing her to enter. Glancing down he saw his mail on the floor. A quickening of his heart beat made him lean over to retrieve the incriminating evidence. He casually placed the letters in the drawer. Knowing if he retrieved the key to lock it he would raise suspicion, he gently closed the drawer hoping the action wouldn't come back to bite him.

Taking her shawl he was powerless to help himself from breathing in her sweet fragrance of lavender and vanilla. He asked after her for a beverage and went to fulfill her request in the kitchen.

Knowing sweet tea was somewhere in his cupboards he started opening and closing the cabinet doors frustrating himself with the rarely used room. He found his tea pot after a search and the tea bags to follow. Waiting for the water to boil he took off his jacket, followed by his tie, removing his cufflinks and setting them next to the sink in a bowl with a clink. All the while thinking when he went out that evening he by no means imagined bringing home a beautiful woman.

It had been a while since he had brought someone back to his place. Work didn't really allow for relationships. Though it was more likely that he didn't allow for them. At first it was a thrill to be so deceiving and he was good at it. But the excitement faded over time. He grew weary lying to women. He had to lie most days and at times it was nice to just be himself. So on occasion when he went out for a drink he would rarely strike up conversation for fear of getting into those types of situations. Of course now that he was in one of those situations he wasn't going to back out. He felt horrible for misleading her with his legend but that was the way it was suppose to be done.

Protocol. Bloody protocol.

They had hit it off so well he wanted to bugger protocol and tell her everything. She was different and he could tell she was special. But she needed to be properly vetted before anything could happen. The soft whistle of the teapot brought him out of his internal validation and he quickly prepared her drink.

He walked into the hallway and stopped when saw her looking around. Enjoying the view of a woman unknowingly being watched was a thrilling sight. With his eyes he couldn't help tracing the curve of her neck down to her shoulder…to her arm… her hand… to her fingers that were lightly touching his small table… the drawer containing his identity.

He didn't mean to startle her…well…maybe he did. It was too hard to resist. The next best thing to the element of secretly watching was the element of surprising. After all he was a spy; he had to have some fun.

His inquest of her spying on him made her blush and run off in a verbal tangent. He was charmed by the way she reacted to him. She was so flustered. He found his teasing could go a long way. And she was radiant. He made a mental note to make her blush again. She was absolutely delightful.

Her laugh reverberated through him. A sound he'd never heard before. He wanted this new flawless music all to himself. He dared himself to start the dance of seduction. They had been flirting all evening and it had lead them to this perfect place in time.

Moving to the sofa he felt his skin prickle where their fingers touched handing over her tea. He could see her light eyes dancing into his. The stare was intense. A deep tremor started to rumble within his body and he didn't know how much longer he would be able to quash the urge.

Giving the appropriate grace period of bar to home, sofa to tea, kissing to….other things, he was waiting for the opportunity to move in closer. And it came with the shudder of her shoulders, so soft and bare. Though desiring nothing more than to warm her with his body, he opted for the less sordid approach and offered to build a fire. Standing up for the task he felt her small hand touch him. To his surprise and satisfaction she'd wanted just what he had thought of in the first place. And he was going to make the most of her direct advance and give her all she asked for and as well as what she didn't.

He settled himself mere centimeters from her and gently touched her hand, barely grazing the skin. He waited for her reaction and was more than pleased to elicit one. He could see the flush of her cheek and the rise and fall of her chest. She didn't pull away, silently giving him permission to continue. She was still talking about the dating scene though her words came out sporadically. She was obviously trying to concentrate on something. He could tell she was nervous and he wanted to kiss her nerves away. He smoothed his touch up along the expanse of her arm ultimately settling at her cheek moving in closer to her still. Then he dipped his head at last to taste her fragrant skin. So soft and sweet he treasured every taste he took from her.

She was still talking and though he encouraged the conversation along, he did his best to quiet her thoughts, gently kissing her neck feeling her quickening pulse beneath his lips. He wanted to let her enjoy the experience. And as he whispered his self-assured remarks against her skin he heard her moan in agreement of his skill. A sound he rather hoped to hear again and again.

He felt the pressure from her hands bring him closer to her body. His need for self-control was quickly diminishing as his need for her touch and taste over-whelmed him. His want was for her. All his inhibitions were swiftly slipping out the door. He would deal with the consequences later.

He had been coy the entire night but now he was serious. No tricks, just one last question. Before he could stop himself the words were already out. He was inviting her to his bed. He was expecting a slap in the face from the horrible chat up line. He didn't mean for it to sound so forward. Unexpectedly it was well received. Her arms were still on his back smoothing against his shirt. She hadn't pushed him off. On the contrary, she was pulling him closer to her. The urgency to feel her lips was growing. He moved his lips up her jaw… to her cheek, stopping just at the corner of her voluptuous lips, savoring the moment knowing once he kissed her mouth he wouldn't stop.

The sound was a shock to his system. He had to remember how to function. The blissful energy he had just experienced was now replaced with sincere loathing to whoever was on the line. Upon seeing Malcolm's name on the screen, he gave a heartfelt apology and stood up. He motioned her to the bathroom and opened his phone.

'Somebody better be dead.' He growled.

This was not the tone of voice Malcolm had hoped for when he drew the short straw to Danny but he more than half… fully expected it. After a long debate as to where the couple was going, following the cab all over the city, and twenty-three failed calls to the little red dot of a mobile, the two decided, much to their ending careers, to ring Harry.

'Hello, Harry. No, nobody's… dead.'

'Yet,' Harry chimed.

'How are you?'

'How am I?' incensed. 'If this is a courtesy call Malcolm, I think I have some ideas of the far reaching world varieties I'd like to send you. So I'd get to the point if I were you.'

'Can I just ask where you are, Harry?'

'I'm at my bloody home,' said through his clenched teeth.

'Ah. Okay. That's… good.'

'Is that all, Malcolm?' running his hand down his face over his mouth.

'Erm..no. The reason I'm calling is we seem to have a problem at the moment with one of our small training operations.'

'And the problem is?'

'Well it's the honey-trap exercise and I'm afraid that a new recruit has unknowingly picked up a fellow officer…. and is performing said exercise on him,' quickly spitting out the last part of the sentence.

'And what's the problem? The new officer will soon be out. Have you tried to contact her?'

'Yes, but she's not answering her mobile.'

'Well if it's with a fellow officer I'm sure nothing will go too far,' wanting the conversation to end.

'….Malcolm I'm sure you can figure this out on your own. Please, I am entertaining company.'

'Of course, Harry. I'm sorry to have intruded on your evening. Goodnight.'

Harry could usually put two and two together but his equations were not adding up to the obvious four that he would normally be able to acquire under different circumstances. Malcolm looked to Danny with a blank stare.

'We're sacked.'

...

Harry clicked the phone shut sans farewell. He was more than ready to get back to his guest. As he rounded the corner to the hall he heard a yelp. She was shaking her hand as he asked after her. She was hurt and all he wanted to do was to kiss away her pain. Feeling ever the more comfortable with her he did just that, bringing her finger to his lips looking into her striking steel blue eyes. He then dared his tongue to taste her skin darting it out onto her tip.

It must have been too much for her because she quickly retrieved her hand asking very loudly for the time. He told her and that's when she blurted something about her sister and literally ran away to the other room. He followed her perplexed at her sudden behavior. Upon seeing her franticly going through her handbag like a mad woman he had a distinct feeling that something happened from when he last left her. And he was going to find out what it was.

Hope this perspective worked. Thanks for reading. Chapter 8 is in the works. Reviews are gems to me so please leave one. They're a great writing motivator. Ta.