I got a lot of questions about how I'm going to deal with 5-5, and I have absolutely no idea as yet! I'm sure it'll work itself out though.

"This protest is going to be much bigger than we originally thought," Ruth said to Malcolm, the only one still on the grid and in earshot. "Buses and trains full of people are already rolling into the city and its not for hours yet." She turned away from her computer screen monitoring the CCTV and looked at Malcolm who still hadn't spoken. "What is it?"

"One of the cars coming back from the meeting has been blown up," he said. Ruth found herself getting to her feet before she could even think.

"Harry?" she asked in a dreaded whisper, not sure she wanted to know the answer.

"No news yet." Ruth nodded, feeling the bottom drop out of her world. What on earth was she going to do if… No, stop thinking like that, she told herself. "I can cover for you if…" Ruth looked at Malcolm and realised she'd been standing still thinking for several minutes.

"No," Ruth said turning back to her computer. "I'm more use here." Malcolm nodded but said nothing else for which she was grateful. Making sure he was busy, Ruth called Harry's mobile and was infuriated when it went straight through to answer phone. "Bloody man," she cursed under her breath, refusing to think the worst. She got up the CCTV trying to find the two cars in question. One was easy, an abandoned car in Whitehall. With the amount of smoke obscuring the CCTV cameras it was impossible to see much around the other car. Ruth was trying to see through the smoke when her phone rang.

"Yes?"

"Its me," Harry said and she felt warm relief flow through her.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"I'm fine."

"Adam?"

"Fine too," Harry said. "Its Juliet. It looks like she's got some spinal damage. She might not walk again."

"Oh God," Ruth said to herself. She didn't like Juliet, and liked her personal history with Harry even less but that didn't mean that she wanted to see her crippled.

"I can't come back to the grid yet, I have things to do, but I just wanted to let you know I'm okay."

"Thank you," Ruth said sincerely. "Please be okay by this time tomorrow."

"I'll do my best," he replied and she heard the smile in his voice. She put the phone down and saw Malcolm watching her.

"Harry and Adam are okay," Ruth said. "Juliet's in hospital though. She's got damage to her spine."

"Oh no," Malcolm said to himself. "We need to focus though. We've still got a lot to do today." Ruth nodded, knowing he was right. She got back to work, still filled with relief that Harry was okay.

Unfortunately that relief didn't last long. When Adam got back to the grid he had a look on his face that was the epitome of being the bearer of bad news. "What is it?" Zaf asked before Ruth could even open her mouth.

"Harry."

"What is it this time?" Ruth asked, hoping her voice wouldn't betray her.

"He's been taken by a temporary detention order," Adam said. "I've no idea where he's being held."

"This is because he caused so much trouble for them isn't it?" Malcolm said.

"I would assume so," Adam said.

"Do you think they'll kill him?" Malcolm asked. Ruth was glad he'd voiced the question because she didn't think she would have found the courage to.

"Yes," Adam said simply. "If we don't catch them first." Ruth looked at her desk, feeling several sets of eyes going over her figure. But she couldn't look up. Suddenly the noise level around her picked up and she realised everyone had got back to work.

"Ruth," Adam said quietly, at her desk. "I need you to focus on the march. Its getting underway now."

"I know, but Harry…"

"I'm going to have a little chat with Myers, and I'm going to take Ros with me. Hopefully she'll appeal to her fathers better nature."

"I didn't know he had a better nature," Ruth said with a tiny smile, picking up her phone in a weary sort of way.

"Thanks Ruth." She pushed aside her fear and got to work.

"We've got him," Zaf said over the phone. Ruth breathed a sigh of relief. It was over. Harry was safe. She knew that he'd come back onto the grid before going home so she stayed at her desk, even though she was tired to the bone. She must have got completely lost in thought because the next time she looked up a bedraggled Harry was emerging from the pods. The grid was almost completely empty now and she wondered how long she'd lost thinking about Harry. She followed him to his office and as soon as the door was closed he wrapped his arms around her.

"Thank God you're safe," she said as his hands stroked her back.

"Mm," he agreed, sounding as tired as she felt.

"Please don't try and kill yourself again," she said, drawing back from him and looking in his eyes.

"I'll do my best." She kissed him firmly as he pulled her closer.

"You stink of petrol," she said before she could stop herself.

"Hello to you too," he said with a raised eyebrow.

"How close was it today?" she asked.

"Very," he replied. "Look, Go over to mine, and I'll be there as soon as I can. Just got a few calls to make."

"Okay," she said taking the key he offered to her.

"The security number is 701343," he said. She nodded. She felt slightly nervous, she'd never been in Harry's house without him. But that was ridiculous, she thought to herself. He gave her a thorough kiss before she left. A kiss which left a smile on her face.