A/N – This chapter was hard. I'm not sure why. Thanks as usual for the reviews and the support!

Zoe and Sam – For The Girl

"I didn't know," Sam was trying hard not to sob, the hand wrapped around her wine glass trembling, "And Harry – Harry was so-"

"I know," Zoe murmured, taking a sip from her own glass, "He's like that. He takes it personally."

"But Tessa-"

"She's far worse than he will ever be. She played me too, you know. Don't worry."

Sam's tears spilt over then and Zoe reached for her hand, covering it with her own. The bar was noisy and far away from the usual Spook haunts, but Zoe had not thought it would do Sam any good to run into anyone that they knew.

"Is he ever going to let me forget it?" Sam sniffed, "Will he ever trust me again?"

"He will," Zoe smiled gently, "And we already do. It's not your fault. We know it. We all do."

For the first time, Sam smiled, and downed the rest of her drink.

"Well in that case, this next drink is on me."

Danny and Tessa – Titanium

The first real interrogation he had ever attended and Harry had sent Tessa in to take a turn at the suspect. Danny had already watched Tom fail at getting anything from the man, a six and a half foot tall monster of a bloke who looked so much like a bad guy that it was almost comical. Danny followed Tessa into the room and watched as she sat, taking her time, arranging the files she was carrying, clearing her throat. The suspect had smirked when she came in and he was still smirking when she eventually started to speak.

"So, Mister…Johnson," she smiled, "Let's begin, shall we?"

"If you feel like it, darling," he leered, "Get rid of the puppy and we can really talk."

Tessa chuckled and ignored Danny's intake of breath, leaning instead across the table to take the bloke's ear in her hand. Danny couldn't see what she did but the man whimpered and Tess laughed again.

"So, I will say it again. Let's begin."

Ruth and Fiona – Blah Blah Blah

"And then I said, 'Well mate, I don't know what that is but it definitely is not for putting in your hair.'"

Zaf finished his story with a flair and his audience laughed appreciatively. They were crowded in the kitchen; Zaf, Adam, Colin, Malcolm, even Harry had come over to see what was going on. Ruth rolled her eyes and turned back to her screen, catching Fiona's eye as she did so. Fiona smiled and moved her chair over to Ruth's desk, eyes on the crowd in the kitchen.

"Do you ever feel a little outnumbered sometimes?" Ruth asked, "A little unable to get the joke?"

"Perhaps," Fiona nodded, still watching the rest of their team, "But there's something quite lovely about them laughing, isn't there? None of them laugh enough."

Ruth turned to look again, saw a grin on Harry's face, and felt herself smile indulgently.

"You're right. Quite lovely."

Adam and Ros – This Is War

She wasn't going to break first. She wasn't going to make the first move. He was at her house, drinking her wine, eating her food, but she wasn't going to make the move.

She moved to the sofa and he followed, with no hesitation. He sat beside her and moved a stray lock of hair behind her ear, running his fingertips down her jaw and over her lips. She smirked, moving her eyes to meet his and seeing the hint of a challenge in them. He continued with his fingertips, down her throat and over her bare shoulder, down the inside of her arm and finally to her palm, where he took her hand in his and looked back to her face again. She held her breath, and waited.

"Am I winning?" he whispered, pressing his lips to her ear.

"Not even close," she murmured.

"Well," he breathed, "I'll just have to try harder."

And he moved to kiss her, taking the breath she was holding, and her resolve, with it.

Jo and Ben – Man In The Mirror

He rolled out of bed, pulling on his boxers, and padded to the bathroom. Jo listened to him next door and gave him a few minutes before she followed him. Ben was standing in front of the mirror but he wasn't looking in it. Rather, he was holding a tub of wax, turning it in his hands. At the sound of her footsteps, he looked up and gazed at her reflection.

"Was this his? Zaf's?"

"Must have been," she said, trying to make her voice light, "He had so much crap for his hair."

"You didn't throw it away?"

"I suppose I got used to it being there. Does it bother you?"

Perhaps he heard something in her tone, because he looked up again sharply and she saw his eyes narrow as he scrutinised her face.

"Why would it bother me?"

"I don't know. He was just Zaf, you know. He was my friend."

"You miss him though."

Ben's voice was soft and for the first time, Jo looked away.

"I do."