A/N: Okay, so time has yet again gotten away from me. I think I have about 2 or 3 more chapters after this. And I am DETERMINED to finish in the next week or it will never get done as I'm starting a class and I won't have time to even think about anything Spooks. So I hope *fingers crossed* I can get my act together and just finish already. So here it is. Enjoy. Don't own Spooks.

Malcolm looked into the big glass box that was his office. Harry was sitting there going through files and paperwork. He seemed calm. He seemed collected. Maybe he hasn't figured it out yet. Maybe he doesn't know.
Danny sidled up next to him.
'You think he knows?'

'It's tough to say,' observing the man. 'This is Harry Pearce, man of mystery.'

'So, how do we get out of this one?' brow furrowed.

'Your guess is as good as mine.'

'Well?'

After a silent strategic moment, 'Into the belly of the beast we go.' he started walking when Danny stopped him.

'On second thought Malcolm, why don't you take this one? I'll get the next.'

He rolled his eyes, 'For a field officer ...' he started, exasperated. 'Not afraid of bullets but afraid of Harry Pearce?'

'I'd rather be pierced by a bullet than by a Pearce,' he countered.

'Coward.'

'Harry?'

'Yes, Malcolm.'

'I was wondering if you were free for a... coffee?'

'Thank you Malcolm but I just had mine a little while ago.'

'Well, would you care for some lunch then? Catch up... on things. How's now? And there was that book I wanted to tell you about.'

'Malcolm.'

'Yes, Harry?'

'I'm quite busy at the moment. Maybe we can catch up another time?'

'Of course.'

Harry stood to leave, files in hand when he turned, 'Oh, and Malcolm?'

'Harry?'

'I'd appreciate a heads up the next time there is a honey trap exercise in the works. Or would you like to be transfered to Siberia?' he smiled 'Negative five degrees. Quite cozy don't you think?'

Malcolm's jaw slacked open, words evaded.

'And let's get that coffee soon. I'd love to catch up.' giving the man that looked like a deer caught in headlights a pat on the shoulder.

Upon leaving Harry saw the young officer step away from the door to his office hoping to escape,

'And that goes for you too Mr. Hunter. Be sure to bundle up,' he smirked, walking away to his next victim.

'Won't be long now,' the attractive blonde said as the two women sat quietly waiting in the small room. They had gone through the small talk and niceties. And now sat silent.

She had little time to mentally prepare herself for the horror that would be her fate. All she could do was pray to the heavens that there was some kind of national emergency going on. She hadn't slept a wink the night before. Thoughts crept into her mind driving herself mad with all sorts of conflicting emotions. Mulling over all night the ridiculous situation. The only way she could wrap her mind around it and relax was to think of him not as her new boss but just an incredible man...

A man she met at a bar...
A man that when kissing her neck sent her mind floating to that far off corner where happiness is created.
A man when kissing her lips so softly held the promise of something more.
His scent was driven deep to her olfactory that she could never forget it even if she wanted to. Her brain would ultimately trigger and her mouth would forever water at the aroma.
The warmth of his breath on her skin trailing soft kisses down her neck; his hands, oh his hands pulling and pushing with just the right amount of pressure, caressing her willing body; his voice so melodic, resonating, making the hairs on her arms stand and take note of the glorious sensation; words so genuinely spoken at parting making her replay them in her mind over and over and over...

She was in denial.

She concluded that it was just some horrible joke that they were all playing on her. Malcolm and Danny were the masterminds (and they were going to pay). Some sort of initiation that everyone had to go through when entering the service. A test to prove your coping skills under extreme emotional pressure.

Yes, absolute denial.

Fidgeting uncontrollably; her hands twisting, knees bouncing, eyes shifting, she interrupted Zoe.

'Do you know by chance wh-who's coming?' she cocked her head to the side hoping against hope not to hear the same name on the page Malcolm gave her in the van.

She looked up from her papers, 'Oh yes, it's erm..' But then the door creaked open cutting her off.

'Here he is.' she smiled.

Her back was to the door. And a slight breeze entered the room. A chill went up her spine as the tension in her body spiked gathering at her shoulders bunching into her neck, down her arms clutching her hands in fists. Her stomach was in knots. She wanted to pass out so she wouldn't have to face him. Maybe if she could just hold her breath long enough she would. She did it as a child when she wanted to get her way. She could do it now. It was possible. She had an out!

Rationale took over and she stood up to greet him. He was absorbed with the open file in his hand, not looking at her. And then his eyes met hers. She stared unblinking her breath on hold waiting for his jaw to tighten, his words to stumble, his eyes to betray. But not an ounce of recognition flashed in those eyes. They were indifferent, unrecognizing.

This was not the man she was with last night. This was most definitely not Giles Farmer, Banker.
This was Harry Pearce, Section Head, MI-5. Dominant, commanding and bloody sexy as hell.

'Ms. Evershed. Harry Pearce. A pleasure to meet you.'

BTW there was no debrief with my original intentions of this fic. I just love how stories evolve on their own. It's so fun. :) Reviews are treasures. Please leave one.