A/N – I really enjoyed these ones, especially the Ros and Tariq one. My usual thanks! This is about halfway through now, if I ever get to the end!

Danny and Colin - Are We There Yet?

It turned out that driving out of London on a Friday afternoon was a really, really terrible idea. They'd been stuck in traffic for two hours already and even an emergency call to Malcolm to see if he could find them a way out had come up with nothing. Sam had fallen asleep in the back seat barely twenty minutes in, coming off a double shift, and the CD Danny had made for the trip was already finished. Colin had switched the radio on and now they listened to the presenter cheerfully telling them what they already knew; that he M25 was murder and wasn't going to clear anytime soon.

"Ah well," Colin sighed, reaching into the bag at his feet and pulling out two Cokes. He handed one to Danny and went back again, taking out the biggest bag of crisps that Danny had ever seen and his CD wallet.

"Might as well settle in, mate," he said, opening the crisps and handing the bag to Danny. He flipped open the wallet and perused the CDs carefully.

"I don't reckon you like Douglas Adams, do you? I got the Hitchhikers audio book here."

Danny smiled softly. He was sat with his friends and a thousand other people in a traffic jam and he thought of why this trip to Norfolk had been put off before and he just had nothing, nothing right then, that he could complain about.

"Sounds great, mate," he murmured, "Stick it on."

Ruth and Zaf - Days

On the first day, Zaf asked her what coffee she liked best, and on the second day he brought it to her in the morning, along with his own.

On the third day, he brought the coffee again and a pain au chocolat, because he had seen her eating one the day before. On the fourth, there was coffee and a Danish and on the fifth, Ruth finally asked him what he was doing.

"Harry never found out," he said, as though that somehow answered the question.

"Pardon?"

"The thing with the paperwork last week," he muttered furtively, "The thing I cocked up. Harry never found out."

"And?"

He rolled his eyes good naturedly.

"You saved me, Ruth," he said, "I haven't forgotten."

"You don't have to pay me back, Zaf," she said gently, "I'd do it again."

"Well, just let me have this."

He looked so sincere that she picked up the cup and bag of cherry bakewell he had delivered that morning.

"It's a lovely idea, Zaf. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Can I have the cherry?"

Adam and Ben - Dressed For The Opera

Ben stood in the locker room, eyeing himself critically in the mirror. He'd never worn a tux before but the rented one didn't look too bad, bearing in mind that it was a very last minute acquisition for an undercover function that had suddenly come up.

He took the bow tie in his hand and stared helplessly at it, completely lost as to how he was supposed to tie it. He didn't want his colleagues to know he was so ignorant; Adam and Harry, of course, owned their own tuxedos, hadn't needed to rush out and hire one. Ben was trying to figure out how he could go and find Connie and ask her without being spotted, when Adam came in, comb and tub of hair wax in hand.

"Alright, mate? Looks good on you."

Ben ducked his head and nodded, before throwing the last of his resolve to the wind and holding out the bow tie.

"I have no idea what to do with this."

Adam smiled and took the stupid thing, tying it perfectly the first time.

"Don't worry," he grinned, clapping Ben on the shoulder, "I won't tell anyone."

Jo and Connie - Professional Pirate

"Connie, can I ask you something?"

"That depends on what you want to know," Connie turned to look at Jo, who for once did not look away. She was getting more confident.

"What happened to you, to force you out of the service? You're so good at what you do. I can't imagine it."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Joanna," Connie said tartly, "And curiosity killed the cat."

Jo blushed a little but she still looked expectant.

"The same thing that happens to us all, in the end. Something goes wrong and someone has to pay for it. That was me."

"Oh."

"Dull, I know," Connie allowed herself a small smile, "No exciting Ros Myers style exit. No villainy."

"Yeah, I thought so."

Connie turned back to her computer, before Jo could look at her any more closely.

Ros and Tariq - Wasted Youth/ Not While I'm Around

"Do you own a shirt that isn't emblazoned with the name of some sweaty musician?"

"Yes," Tariq said defensively, pushing out his bottom lip as Ros stood over him, her eyebrows raised, "I own lots of shirts."

"You could have fooled me," she drawled, "Perhaps you could begin wearing them when you are on the Grid. This is a professional place, Tariq."

"But they're so-"

"Boring, I know. Well, welcome to the real world. Be grateful I'm not asking for a tie as well."

He cringed and she must have seen, because her voice got a little bit softer.

"I'll make you a deal. Lose the musicians, keep the normal t-shirts and put a few big boy shirts in your locker for when the Queen comes to visit, OK? Deal?"

"Deal," he grinned, "Do you want me to lose this shirt right now?"

"Unless you have a better replacement, I most definitely do not."