No one noticed anything different about Harry or Ruth until they got back to the grid. The first thing Ruth did when back at home was get the ring resized. Unfortunately she had to leave it there and come back for it the next day, which meant she had to live twenty four hours without it. Considering how much she'd been ambivalent towards marriage, it surprised her how much this hurt her.

When she picked it up the next day she was thrilled to find it fit her perfectly. Just as it should. She used Harry's credit card (as he had repeatedly insisted) and when she left the jewellers she had a massive smile on her face.

Back on the grid it took perhaps five minutes for Jo to notice the ring on her finger. "Oh my God!" she said loudly so everyone took notice. Ruth followed her gaze to the ring on her finger and blushed. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you," Ruth said, her face bright red. Everyone else noticed (Jo's loud voice carrying a lot) but no one said anything to her directly. Which made her think she was being talked about behind her back. She shook herself, because it shouldn't matter what others said. It didn't, she told herself.

"Congratulations," Malcolm said quietly to her right. "I hope you'll be very happy together."

"Thanks Malcolm," she said, a small smile on her face. She knew he meant it. She got back to work, not quite able to put her happiness away.

"I can't give you a lift in to work today," Harry said. "I have a meeting at the Home Office, and my cars in for its MOT."

"That's fine, I'll get the tube," Ruth said easily.

"I have to go," he said as Ruth got her butter out of the fridge for her toast. "Early meeting. Sorry."

"No, go," she said lightly. "See you later." He kissed her quickly and deeply.

"Bye." Returning to her toast Ruth wondered if she'd ever been this happy. Looking back, she should have known it was too good to last.

On the tube station while fiddling with her umbrella she could have sworn someone gave her a drop. It felt wrong and unnatural. Especially with what happened next, the man in question throwing himself under a train. More than a little suspicious. It had shaken Ruth up terribly, seeing a man die right in front of her, even if she wouldn't admit it. Harry had met her at home and made her swear to take the day off of work. She'd been very indifferent as to giving him an answer, but he was standing firm.

"I promise to give Malcolm the tenner," he said. "See if there's anything on it."

"Thank you," Ruth said. She rubbed her eyes and breathed heavily as the image of that man jumping in front of a train came to her again. "I'm sorry, I can't stop thinking about it."

"Its okay," Harry said holding her close. "Its enough to shock anyone." He stroked her back until her breathing evened out and then stood back from her. "I'm sorry but I have to go," he said.

"I know," she replied. "I know you're putting people off to be here. Go, I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?" Ruth nodded. Harry kissed her softly before he turned and left, feeling guilty that he had to do this to her. But then again, it was lucky he worked with her, because she knew that when he left at times like this, it wasn't because he wanted to. It was because the country needed him, as much as it was inconvenient to him personally. And she knew that and never held it against him. It was one step to a better marriage than his first one at any rate.

Majority of 5-5 here...

"Harry, you're admitting to murder!" Adam said loudly. "They'll blame you for Maudsley's death and you'll go to prison for condoning torture on top of that."

"I know," Harry said firmly. "What's the other option? I let them take Ruth instead? I won't do that Adam, you know I won't. Someone has to take the blame, let it be me."

"Harry, she won't let you do this," Adam said firmly. "She believes that your place is at MI5, she always has. She would rather it be blamed on her. She'll do anything to get you out of prison, even if it means her stepping into the frame instead"

"Do not let her do that!" Harry said more fervently than Adam expected. "Whatever happens, you have to promise me that you will not let her be thrown to the lions Adam. Please!"

"Why are you so desperate?" Adam asked. "All she would be doing is taking the blame for what you are now. Why the urgency?"

Harry looked into Adam's face for a long moment, debating whether to be honest or not. He decided he could trust him, Adam was more than his agent, he was a friend too. "She's pregnant."

"Oh Jesus." Adam looked flabbergasted as Harry stayed glaring at him.

"She hasn't told me, but she is. You have to talk sense into her Adam. She can't take the blame for this. Especially when she didn't do it."

"You didn't do it either," Adam said simply.

"No I didn't," he said. "All I want is for Ruth to be safe. Please talk some sense into her. Use me as Fox on those documents. Just make sure she doesn't do anything stupid."

"I'll do my best." Adam sighed. "You don't have to do this."

"I have no other option," he said quietly. "Go. I don't want her doing anything stupid."

"We'll get you out of here sooner or later," Adam assured him. "Ruth won't rest until you're cleared."

"I know," Harry said, smiling at the thought of her. "Go." Adam didn't wait any longer and went to find Ruth and Zaf. After what Harry had said, if Ruth did anything stupid Harry would hit the roof. So it was important that he get to her first.

"There's nothing we can do," Adam said as they walked to his car. "He's going to sell himself out to protect you."

"Well, we could do one thing," Ruth said, trying her hardest not to think of Harry in prison. "I'll take the blame for it."

"No you can't," Adam said firmly.

"Of course I can," she said indignantly. "Harry needs to be at MI5, what will happen if he isn't? He's the only one who can stand up to these people who are condoning and authorising torture. I can't. None of us can."

"Ruth, you're not listening to me," Adam said firmly, interrupting Zaf's objections. "You can't." Ruth wrinkled her brow in confusion. "I spoke to Harry. He told me."

"Told you what?" she asked in a voice that was almost a hiss. Adam didn't reply, he simply looked at her. "He doesn't know," Ruth said, but the look on her face and the fact she was biting her lip hard gave her away.

"Think of someone other than yourself," Adam said firmly.

"I hate you for this," she said, almost crying.

"I know. I'm only passing the message on." Ruth angrily wiped the tears from her eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Zaf asked, completely lost in the conversation.

"Adam is referring to the fact that I'm pregnant," Ruth said bluntly. Zaf's mouth dropped open but neither of the other two were paying him any attention at all. "Fine. I won't do anything that would endanger me. But I want to see him."

"That might be difficult…"

"Adam! I want to see him, and then I will work on proving that he did not kill anyone, push someone in front of a train, or order me to do it, or be at a meeting agreeing to torture terror suspects."

"I'll bribe the prison guards." Zaf said easily.

"Thank you." Ruth wiped her eyes as they went to Adam's car, Zaf already on the phone pulling some strings. Ruth needed to see him. Desperately.

"You have five minutes," Adam told her while guarding the door leading to Harry's cell. God, how she hated that word. His cell. As soon as she came into sight Harry stood up and looked at her, completely bewildered.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked in a low voice. Ruth didn't answer until she'd unlocked the door with a stolen set of keys. As soon as she had she almost threw herself at him and he held her tightly to his chest, one hand cradling her face.

"Harry, you can't do this," she whispered into his shirt.

"Its too late," he said. "I refuse to allow you to be set up. I'm taking your place."

"You're such a stupid, stupid man!" she said, drawing back from him and trying not to cry.

"Ruth, I wouldn't let you do it anyway," he said, stroking her hair. "But especially not now." His eyes dropped to her stomach and she blushed.

"How did you know?"

"I'm a spook Ruth," he said. "I saw the signs. How far gone are you?"

"About eight or nine weeks," she said. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't know how you'd react."

"I'm so happy," he said, smiling even in the dire situation. "You're carrying our little girl. I couldn't imagine anything more perfect."

"You don't know it's a girl," she said reasonably.

"Yes, but I like the image of you holding our newborn daughter. With your hair and bright blue eyes… Its… just an image I like to imagine."

"Harry, what are we going to do?" she said bringing the conversation back to more urgent matters.

"I have full faith in your ability to prove that I did not organise or condone torture methods," he said firmly. "You can get into any organisation in the country. Well, in the world I'd be inclined to say. There will be evidence somewhere. We just need time to dig it up. And no one is better at that then you."

"I am pretty good," she said, sniffing as her tears threatened to fall. "I'm not going to rest until you're free. I can't."

"I know," he said. "But I need you to promise me that you'll sleep and eat properly. Its not just you that you're looking after any longer."

"I'll do my best," she said. "I'm not going to promise, because you know what its like. At the best of times, and I need you home with me so I will find the evidence. But I will look after our little bean as best as I can."

"Don't ignore your doctors appointments either," he said quickly, knowing they were running out of time. "They're important."

"I won't miss them," she said. "I love you."

"I know. I love you too," he said sadly. "Come here." She did and they melted into a desperate passionate kiss. Who knew when they'd next get to hold and touch each other like this again?

"Ruth," Adam said firmly from somewhere in the distance.

"I have to go," she whispered, parting from him incredibly reluctantly. "I will get you out of here. I'll prove that you had nothing to do with it."

"I know you won't let it go," Harry said with half a smile. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Ruth!" Adam called, more urgently this time. She parted from him, and hating herself she locked the door again so no one would realise she had been here.
She found herself staring at Harry, her feet glued to the floor, unable and unwilling to move. "Go," he said softly. "I understand." She didn't move until Adam grabbed her under her arm and pulled her after him.

Ruth didn't remember exiting the prison. She didn't remember Adam driving away at double the speed limit. She'd been crying too much.

"Ruth, you need to calm down," Adam said as he parked in the grids underground car park.

"Calm down!"

"Think of the baby," Adam interrupted before she could go off on a full scale rant. "You stressing yourself out and worrying isn't going to help." Ruth glared at him. "I know you'll be worried anyway, but… just try to stay calm."

She glared at him for a few more seconds before she sighed and closed her eyes. "You're right, I know you are," she said. "I can't stop thinking of Harry in there. Away from everything."

"I think I should take you home," Adam sad after a minutes silence.

"No!" she said urgently. "No, I'm more use here. I'll take it easy," she added, correctly interpreting his heavy silence.

"Okay," Adam said. "I'll get Jo and Malcolm to split your caseload so you can focus on Harry."

"Thank you," she said sincerely. "I appreciate that."

"It'll help your sanity," Adam said. "And means that Harry won't have me decapitated the second he's released from prison." Ruth smiled weakly at that.

"Thank you," she repeated. "Once more unto the breach," she added as she opened the car door. Adam watched her for a moment sadly. He knew that in the coming weeks he'd have to look after her. For both Harry's and her own sake.

When Ruth got home that night she felt so incredibly lonely. The house had no presence of human company at all. And she was reminded again that Harry was languishing in a prison cell. Over the course of the day he'd been charged with conspiracy to torture and ordering the murder of Mik Maudsley. Not exactly a great first day for Ruth in proving his innocence. She sat down by the kitchen table and dropped her keys with a metallic thump on the wood. Both Fidget and Scarlet came in, the dog eager for her walk, the cat simply wanting attention. Ruth did her duty and stroked Fidget for several minutes before the feline stalked off. Then she turned to Scarlet who was panting and wagging her tail eagerly. On one hand Ruth felt glad that the dog had got used to her, but on the other she desperately wished Harry was here to walk his dog.

"Come on old girl," she said, thinking that some fresh air might do herself some good anyway. "Want to go to the park?" Scarlet yapped. From the word park, she knew she'd be going out. Ruth got her lead and then went outside, hoping that Harry was okay in prison.

Harry stared at the grey ceiling, sleep far from him. He couldn't believe what had happened over the last forty eight hours, and that it had resulted in him being incarcerated. He missed Ruth terribly and wanted nothing more than to hold her and talk about their future. All three of their futures. But he couldn't. Instead he was in a prison cell, waiting for her brilliance and intelligence to get him out of here. He had no doubt that, with time, she would manage to clear his name. But he didn't know how deeply the trails were buried, and he had no idea how long it would take her to discover the truth. The thought was not a helpful one. He closed his eyes, picturing her face and how she looked when she smiled at him, attempting to get some sleep.

*Ducks flaming torches!* Sorry, but I wanted the same plot but with Ruth to stay put. Please leave a review!