Ruth walked back onto the grid and felt like she was thrown back in time. Had it really only been a matter of weeks since she had been working here? Erin caught sight of her almost at once. There were several people wandering around who she didn't recognise but her friends were here.

"Is everything okay?" Erin asked immediately.

"Its fine," Ruth assured her. "Have you got a minute or are you absurdly busy?"

"Nah, its dead," Callum said, turning around on his chair to face her. "Seems like the terrorists retired with you and Harry."

"One can only hope," Dimitri said as he walked past. "Hi Ruth," he said. His face was guarded and she could tell he was worried about the engagement ring incident.

"I have news," Ruth said. "Harry and I are getting married."

"Oh thank God for that," Dimitri said with a sigh. "I thought my career was over."

"Oh Ruth, that's wonderful!" Erin squealed with delight, giving Ruth a hug. "And I told you not to tell her," she added to Dimitri who looked slightly cowed. "Lets see the ring." Ruth held out her hand as Erin examined it. "Beautiful."

"Congratulations," Callum said and he almost seemed sincere.

"No sarcasm?" Ruth asked. "Funny, I'm almost disappointed." There was a moment of silence before she carried on. "Anyway, the wedding will be relatively soon so I thought I'd let you know."

Dimitri hugged Ruth and whispered in her ear. "Does Harry want to kill me?"

"I think you're safe," Ruth replied with a smile. It felt like all she'd done over the past few weeks was smile. It was a way of life she could get used to.

Catherine had invited Harry over to her rented flat. She was going to be leaving the country in eight weeks so it wasn't anything special, but the fact that she had invited him to her house made his heart soar. He rang the doorbell anxiously and waited. It wasn't long before Catherine opened the door, a small smile on her face.

"Hi dad," she said giving him an awkward hug on her doorstep. Harry smiled as she led him through to her kitchen.

"How are you?" Harry asked.

"Busy," was her answer. "I've got three filming projects running, one of which has a deadline in less than a week. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to the third one but I couldn't resist." Harry listened attentively as she continued talking about her work which she so clearly loved. "So, why did you want to meet me so urgently?"

"I have something to tell you," Harry said quietly. "I've met someone and I'm getting married. I really hope this is okay with you."

Catherine's eyebrows flicked up in surprise. She seemed to be struggling to find words. Harry waited for her to get her thoughts in order. "Are you happy?" she asked.

"I'm very happy," he replied. "But I want you to be alright with this."

"Well, I have to admit I wasn't expecting you to tell me that," she said, shaking her head slightly. "But this is good isn't it?"

"I think so," Harry replied. "We would both love you to come to our wedding."

"Hold on! You haven't even told me her name yet," Catherine said with a smile.

"Ruth," Harry replied. "She is wonderful, beautiful and intelligent. I love her."

"More than you loved mum?" Catherine asked quietly.

"I don't regret marrying Jane," Harry said. "Because I got two wonderful children out of that marriage. But you know as well as I do that we weren't really meant to be together. It wasn't a great marriage."

"I know," Catherine agreed. "By the time I was toddling you did seem to hate each other."

"I never hated her," Harry said. "We just weren't meant to be."

"Yes," Catherine agreed.

"Will you come to our wedding?" Harry asked when the silence spread out.

"As long as I'm in the country, I'll be there," Catherine said. "I'm leaving in eight weeks and I won't be back for four months."

"Ruth will be thrilled," Harry said sincerely. "In the full interests of honesty, she is a little younger than me though."

"She's not younger than me is she?" Catherine asked, making Harry laugh out loud.

"No."

"Dad, you smiled."

"I've been doing that a lot lately." Harry reached into his jacket pocket for a pen and he wrote down their address. "Visit whenever you like. If you like of course. I know she wants to meet you."

"Then why isn't she here with you?" Catherine asked and Harry could see that she was hurt.

"She offered," Harry said honestly. "I thought it might be a bit overwhelming for you."

"I'm not a child anymore."

"No," Harry agreed. "But you'll always be my little girl. No matter how grown up you might be." Catherine smiled weakly and gave her father a hug.

"I'll visit," she said. "I promise."

Harry was sat in the car outside Thames House, waiting for Ruth to appear. He knew she wouldn't be long. Just as this thought occurred to him he saw her familiar figure approaching the car. She opened the door, sat down in the passenger seat and kissed him hello in a matter of seconds.

"How did it go?" Harry asked as he switched the engine on to go home.

"Oh fine," Ruth said impatiently. "They were all happy for us and so on. How was Catherine?"

"You're really worried about her reaction aren't you?" Harry teased.

"Yes," Ruth said bluntly. "I don't want a step daughter that hates me."

"She won't hate you," Harry said. "She said as long as she's in the country she'd come to our wedding."

"Oh, that's fantastic," Ruth said sincerely. Her hand stroked his thigh and for a moment Harry forgot that he was driving the car.

"I've given her our address and she said she'd visit," Harry added once her hand had been removed.

"That's really good."

"One more thing," Harry said, glancing at her. "I've called the registry office and booked our wedding in."

"When?"

"Just under three weeks," Harry said.

"That's soon," Ruth said with wide eyes. She felt Harry's confidence waver. "I just meant, we'll have to get a jump on invitations. That's all. I'm thrilled it's so soon. Honestly." Harry felt slightly wrong footed but was reassured by her kissing his cheek. Even though it wasn't brilliant for his concentration while driving a car.

Not really in love with this chapter but it felt necessary for the story I think. Not sure. Any opinions?