Ruth was curled up in bed, looking at the phone, waiting for Harry to call. She felt lonely, but she knew it would feel good to hear his voice. She lay on the bed for about twenty minutes before it occurred to her that she could ring him. She picked up the phone and then dropped it when it rang at the same moment. "Hello?" she said quickly, once she'd recovered herself.

"Its me," Harry said.

"Its so nice to hear your voice," Ruth said honestly.

"You're old life will be back on Monday."

"What!" Ruth shouted, sitting up quickly. "How? Why? What happened?"

"Malcolm is a genius," Harry said. "I'm planning to hold the Prime Minister to ransom with the information he found."

"God, what was it?" Ruth asked eagerly.

"The PM was aware of everything. It was all done on his orders. He countersigned the documents that allowed terror suspects to be tortured on foreign soil. It was buried deep, but when it seemed that it was all going to come out, he had his people forge documents blaming others. Including you and a couple of others who're in prison without anyone to fight for them."

"What are you going to say to him?" Ruth asked urgently.

"I'm going to record the meeting with him and the Home Secretary and have Malcolm listen in, so I can't be blackmailed. I want you and the other innocent agents released from prison or from the need to hide. Otherwise I'll release it to the press and he'll be forced to resign.

"You're going to blackmail the prime minister?" Ruth asked in disbelief.

"Yep," he said confidently. "And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it. You shouldn't have to live like you have for the past month."

"Six weeks," Ruth said snappishly. "And five days but I'm not counting."

Harry chuckled. Then something occurred to him. "You can't be very far gone then. Pregnancy wise."

"No, I'm not," she said. "But then again, you did sleep with me only six days after we came to the cottage. Apparently you find me irresistible."

"True, but not the point," he said. "I just want you to be careful. Don't over exert yourself."

"I'm not going for any long rambling walks in the countryside in the pouring rain any more," she said. "You don't have to worry."

"I like worrying about you," he said. "I'm just sorry I can't get you back to London this weekend, but I don't think interrupting the PM's Saturdays with his mistress will put me in a good position to start with."

"Who is his mistress?" Ruth asked curiously.

"No one important," Harry said. "I can't even remember her name, but I figure he'll be more… persuadable after a weekend of sex."

"Speaking from experience there?" Ruth teased.

"Well, I seem to be in a fabulous mood whenever I've slept with you," he said. Ruth smiled to herself.

"Are you sure I'll be able to go back?" Ruth asked eagerly.

"Fairly," he said. "But I will call."

"Either way we need to get a doctor to get the cast off of my arm. As Rachel Evans wasn't taken into hospital with a broken arm, it'll be a hard job explaining how I got the cast on my arm in the first place. Through official channels."

"Sure. I'll bribe that doctor into coming and having a look on you on Sunday if you like?" Harry asked. "While away an hour or two of the weekend?"

"That would be brilliant," Ruth said sincerely. "I'll be able to use my arm properly. Yes please!"

"Consider it done," Harry said.

"Thank you," she said fervently. "How are my cats?"

"Malcolm's taken a shine to the black one," Harry said.

"No way on earth that's happened!" Ruth said. "Whiskers hates everyone. Including me."

"Well Malcolm seems to like him. And they seemed to be fairly happy ruling his study."

"They've not destroyed it have they?" Ruth asked warily.

"It looked a bit of a mess, but I don't think it's the cats who are to blame," Harry said honestly. "And Scarlet was pleased to see me too."

"How did the meeting with the in house shrink go?"

"Very well," Harry said. "I think I've persuaded her to take early retirement."

"You're joking," she said blankly.

"Yes I am," he said after a pause. "My office is waiting for me as I left it. And Adam seems glad he's not in charge any more."

"So, things will be back to normal soon?" Ruth asked.

"Almost," Harry said. "Apart from the fact there's three of us."

"Mm, apart from that," Ruth said. "Well, and the fact that we won't be tiptoeing around each other. It seems slightly pointless after the amount of hours we've spent naked in bed together."

"Mm," Harry said, and she knew he was imagining it.

"I love you."

"Love you too," Harry said. "I don't want to hang up."

"Have you reverted to teenage behaviour?" Ruth questioned lightly.

"Hey!" he said gently.

"I'm only teasing," she said. "Goodnight Harry."

"I will see you on Monday," he promised. "Night." Ruth disconnected the phone and that night she slept like a log.