Wednesday Afternoon – Two Days until the big game.
The bags under Harry's eyes hadn't gone unnoticed, and neither had Ruth's frequent worried glances into his office.
"You know," Adam mumbled, pointing his muffin in Ruth's direction. "She must as well just go in there, she's done nothing but stare at him for the last forty five minutes!"
"God, am I the only one who finds all of this will they, won't they nonsense sickening?" Ros rolled her eyes.
"You're just jealous you don't have something like they do!"
She punched his arm. Hard.
-x-
"You'll be lucky to know that the last training session is tomorrow, so you have another 24 hours to find an excuse for not showing up," David's voice echoed through the receiver, and Harry rubbed his forehead warily.
"It's good to know you're allowing me to do my job. I think you'll find the protection of this country comes before any of your ridiculous ball games."
"Harry, it's policy that you are there tomorrow. The Home Secretary will have a few words to say to you if you don't show and you know it."
Harry groaned and put the phone back on the receiver. He hated sport. Two more days and it would be over. Then he could relax without having all of these righteous good-doers breathing down his neck.
-x-
"I wonder if we'll get medals for winning," Zaf asked Jo, drumming the steering wheel as he waited patiently for the lights to turn green.
"At this rate, you're not going to be alive to participant," Jo glared angrily at the man sitting next to her.
Zaf gulped and knocked the car into gear before speeding off in the direction of their assignment.
-x-
"Ruth, no matter how long you stare at that glass; it's not going to magically teleport you into his office." Adam leant casually against the edge of her desk and put his arm on her shoulder.
"You should have seen him," Ruth sighed, leaning into Adam. "It's like he's a big child."
"Maybe he just wants attention," Adam smiled and pulled Ruth into a side hug. "You know, from you."
The look on Ruth's face was priceless.
-x-
"Everybody, listen up!" Ros yelled out angrily across the grid.
She waited until everybody was giving her their undivided attention before continuing.
"If I hear one more word about football before tomorrow's training session I swear I am going to ram the entire contents of my desk up the culprit's backside. I'm pretty sure nobody wants to be shitting out post it notes for the next six weeks."
Ros smiled triumphantly and stalked off in the direction of Harry's office. Only one more day of football talk and then the boys will finally be able to get their heads out of the clouds and back on the job.
Stupid football.
Short but sweet (hopefully)! The next update will be considerably longer, rest assured.