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BANG!?

The fire alarm rang in his ears as he jogged down the ornate steps of the Cathedral wondering where Tariq and Dimitri were. He had heard the panicked voice of Malcolm on the comms and knew that they were in serious trouble.

"Ros?"

"There." She nodded across the marble floor of the Cathedral. Dimitri could be seen staring at what looked like a small matchbox taped to the wall. "Not exactly subtle." She walked towards the others, keeping her pace steady; hoping it would have the same effect on her nerves.

"Malcolm?" She tapped her ear. "What is this?"

"That." Lucas frowned. "That is not good."

"Gathered that." Ros snapped as Zaf looked up. "Trigger, detonator? Too small for the actual device."

"It's." Malcolm paused. "It's the trigger, made in the former Soviet Union I would think."

"If you mention the name Gavrik." Ros narrowed her eyes, remembering the trouble the skinny red-head had caused her friend. Whatever had happened between Ruth and Ros was water under the bridge. There was no way she was going to relive past mistakes and even thinking about the bony, hard faced terrorist made her stomach turn.

"No no. Well, Ilya had fingers in some very distasteful pies." Malcolm sighed. "No this looks like something from the terrorist groups in Moscow."

"And Spence woman has been known to travel." Dimitri glared. "Never mind the critiques, how do we stop it?"

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"Ruth." Harry brushed a strand of her hair away from her face. "You do not have to go back to the Grid."

"I do." She slipped off the hospital trolley. "I am ok."

"Ruth." Harry was begining to lose patience with her. He knew she felt responsible for what happened at the Grid but he needed her to be safe. "You heard what Mike said. Quite frankly I do not relish the prospect of being a single Dad and a widow? What would I tell the kids? Sorry but Mum is dead because she couldn't be arsed to look after herself?"

"Harry!"

"Well? What would you have me tell them?" Harry watched and hated himself when her eyes filled with tears.

"I am going to rest. And I am going to see Nick and Gracie grow up. But I also want to catch the scum that put me in here."

"We have."

"Harry, you know arresting Spence is just the beginning. Anderson may be deluded but he is clever."

"I never disputed that." Harry watched as she looked away.

"They knew I was MI 5. They killed his wife. They knew she was meeting me." She paused while Harry watched her. She knew he was still worried but she had to get back to the Grid. "For my own peace of mind. I have to go back to work. I promise no more field work. Hannah was murdered for a reason."

"Ruth."

"Harry." She smiled slightly as he stepped nearer to her.

"I thought this was it. I thought our luck was running out."

"No." Ruth held his gaze, knowing his worst nightmare was that something would rip them apart. "I told you, you are stuck with me."

"Good." He kissed her forehead just as his phone bleeped.

"Tariq." Ruth sighed as she slipped the phone out of his jacket pocket. "He's worried."

"He's always worried."

Ruth frowned as she read the text message. Biting her bottom lip she got off the bed and walked towards the door. "Harry, we have to go. Ros has found the bomb and Zoe thinks she has found something."

"Great." Harry closed his eyes for a moment, knowing he had lost the argument.

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"Lucas." Calum leant over Tariq's shoulder. "We need to take that cover off."

"Yeah." Lucas sat in front of the small device. Dimitri ran a hand over his face as he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. "No offence but it's times like this I wish Beth was here."

"Thanks." Dimitiri pulled a face.

"Sorry mate but Beth has a better track record with these things than either you or Zaf." Lucas smirked as Zaf raised an eyebrow. Ros narrowed her eyes.

"I told you two to clear the building."

"We did." Zaf looked around.

"Really? Well, who the Hell is playing silly buggers over there?" Ros nodded to where a skinny young man slipped behind a marble pillar.

"Er?" Dimitri rested his hand on his gun as Zaf stepped straight ahead. "After you?"

"Dim, I can see what Lucas means." Zaf raised an eyebrow. "Lets go and make friends." He walked away, knowing that Lucas and Ros would stay with the bomb whatever happened.

"Shit." Ros snapped her attention back to the small device. "Malcolm? There's smoke coming out of it."

"Gently." Malcolm kept his eyes on the screen in front of him. Calum swore profusely. "Even the slightest movement at the wrong time will set this off."

"What? Like its safe at the moment? Come on Malcolm."

"Gently remove the cover. I have to see what the wires have been configured as. The groups we know associated with that dreadful woman all have their own explosive signitures. I need to see what this one is."

"Ok." Lucas tried to keep his voice steady. The sudden realisation that Amy and James could well become orphans filled his mind as he gently tried to remove the cover without getting burned, or worse. "Ros, get out of here."

"No." Ros didn't move an inch. Lucas had known she wouldn't.

"Ok, so now what?" Lucas asked as he placed the half melted plastic on the floor next to him.

"Ah."

"Malcolm. Do not say 'ah'. That is never good. Not from you." Ros kept her eyes on the diodes and electrodes in the small device in front of her."

"In this case, you are correct."

"Malcolm." Lucas gritted the words out as he stared at the small contraption.

"Do you have access to something which may act as insulation while emmiting a frequency that can counteract the signal from the device?"

"What?" Lucas glanced at Ros.

"Microwave." Calum's voice came through the comms. "Do you have access to a microwave?"

"Not really we are in a Cathedral." Ros snapped.

"What about the break room for staff? They have to have somewhere. Find it and a microwave."

"And how long do we cook small, explosive devices that may or maynot set off a chain of other explosives?" Ros bit her lip at the sarcasm in Lucas' voice. It seemed being married to her had had an effect on his personality.

"Oh about two minutes should do it." Malcolm replied. "Now get a move on."

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A/N More soon x