Exhausted

Ros let Lucas hold her, knowing that she was still suffering with concussion. She didn't care what the rest of the occupants of the waiting room thought. Right then she just needed her husband to hold her. Lucas kissed her temple as he held her.

"It's ok. Beth and the other hostages are ok." She screwed her eyes closed as he spoke.

"I saw Jo. I'm sure I did." Lucas paused. He knew she had been blaming herself for Jo's death. Now the anniversary of the shooting was approaching it was more acutely felt than ever.

"I know." Lucas paused. Ros pulled back, staring at him.

"Lucas, Jo died six years ago." She kept her voice low.

"Yes, I know but you have concussion. Your brain played tricks on you. Beth was there and before you ask she is back on the Grid." He led her back to the car, knowing there was no way she was fit for duty. He dug his mobile phone out of his pocket before dialling the Grid.

"Harry?"

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Harry answered the phone just as Zaf returned to the Grid. He closed his eyes as he listened to Lucas explain how Ros had sustained a concussion and had eleven stitches in total. He punched the bridge of his nose, knowing Ros would hate to be incapacitated for any length of time.

"Take her home. There isn't much going on here." Harry lied slightly. "Ruth and Catherine are going through the video footage of the bank. There isn't much else we can do until tomorrow." He ended the call as Ruth stepped into the office.

"Dimitri and Beth are meeting an asset and then he's taking her home."

"Good." Harry smiled slightly.

"Icarus." Ruth paused as he looked up. "Have apparently sprung up from nowhere. Darren, the man that tried to kill Beth has a number of convictions for violence. Has served time in a number of prisons, including the one where Cage died."

Harry stepped past her, closing the door and pulling the blinds. Ruth turned to face him.

"Harry?"

"You were supposed to stay on the Grid." He spoke calmly. It was rare that Harry really chastised any of his team, knowing that it was a waste of time as far as Ros, Lucas and Adam were concerned. Ruth nodded.

"I know."

"Then why? Why did you leave Catherine and a relatively junior team on the Grid?"

Ruth frowned slightly.

"Malcolm and Calum were here. Neither exactly junior."

"That's besides the point!"

"What is the point? I had information I had to get to you. The only way I knew to do that securely was to see you in person. You know Malcolm and Tariq are running security checks on the comms systems. If Igor has access to the Grid, everything is compromised."

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew she was right. In the space of eight hours his friend had been injured and almost killed along with a junior officer. He knew the similarities between the attack on the Bendorf Group and the bank would be glaringly obvious to those of them that had lived through Jo's death.

"If that bomb had gone off." Harry paused. Ruth suddenly saw what Harry was really worried about.

"You could have been killed." Ruth touched his arm. "Harry."

"That doesn't matter." He paused. "That didn't even occur to me. You being there." He sighed, resting his hand on her hip. Ruth sighed.

"Harry, I do my job. Our relationship doesn't affect this." She watched as he nodded. "It was close today."

"Too close." He pulled her into his arms. "Ruth." She kissed his jaw as he closed his eyes.

"It's ok. We're all ok."

"I'll send the others home." He stepped away from her as Ruth sighed. The bomb could have exploded wiping out everything in a two mile radius. Innocent people would have been killed. Moments later he returned to the office - pulling her into his arms as she looked up at him.

"I'm ok." She let him brush her hair away from her face. "Ros will be fine. Beth is ok."

"If that bomb had gone off." Harry kissed her. "I'm losing my touch Ruth. I'm getting old."

"No." She shook her head. "Take me home, Harry." She stepped away, holding his hand. "Let's go home."

Xxxxxx

Beth pulled her hair out of a ponytail as Dimitri stepped out of the bathroom. He was exhausted - the last few hours in work taking its toll on him. He grabbed a t shirt before sitting on the bed to remove his prosthetic leg.

"You ok?"

"Icarus want us to think they are jokers. That bomb was professional." She climbed into bed as Dimitri joined her. "Pressure pad activation - that's financed by someone with serious money."

"Beth."

"Tariq is going through the financial records of the Gavrik's." She sighed as she pulled the duvet over her. Dimitri laughed.

"Beth, can we please not talk about Tariq in the bed? I love him too but I don't want to talk about him in bed." He pulled her to him as she wriggled closer to him. "You walked into a bomb today."

"I know. It's what we do." She paused as he kissed her. "Dim?"

"Beth, don't downplay what you did. You could have been killed." He spoke quietly as he she ran her hand through his hair. "Beth, it was too close today."

"I know." She kissed him back, hands pulling at his t shirt as the light from the street light outside the bedroom illuminated the couple. All talk of bombs and terrorists were forgotten as Dimitri kissed her once more.

Xxxxx

Tariq shook his head as he stared at the information on the computer in front of him. He had known the Gavrik's had been a very wealthy and influential family. The money seemed to have evaporated on the death of Ilya three years earlier.

"Bloody Hell." He paused, knowing that he had to get the information to the rest of the Grid. He picked up the phone, pressing speed dial.

"What?" Calum snapped. "This had better be good."

"I know where the money leads. Meet me on the Grid." He ended the call before grabbing the computer and heading out of his flat. At last there seemed to be a breakthrough in the case. He just hoped it helped.

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