Ruth awoke slowly, in a dreamlike state, Harry's lips pressed against hers. She was warm, comfortable and happy as her hands wrapped around his body, pulling him close. She could feel him everywhere against her, skin against skin and she was fast waking up.

"You have to go," Harry murmured against her shoulder.

"What?" she asked. The room was pitch black so she couldn't see him. Then reality came back to her. Harry's suspension. "Oh."

"What time is it?"

"Just before five," he said. She groaned and rolled away from him.

"I have to go," she said, repeating his words.

"I know." He sighed heavily. "I'm hoping this… mess is sorted out today."

"So do I," she said as Harry turned on the bedside lamp. She quickly dressed in yesterdays clothes before looking at him. "I love you," she said, very quietly.

"Come here," he said. She did and he kissed her. "It'll be okay," he said. "In the end."

"Mm," she said. "I'll see you later." Harry nodded and lay in bed motionless, listening to Ruth very quietly leave his house. When he heard the faint click of the back door, he closed his eyes. He had no intention of going back to sleep, but he needed a plan of action for today. To get himself out of trouble.

Much to Ruth's surprise, the day went as smoothly as she could have hoped for. Harry and Adam had found out that Khurvin was being set up by a renegade CIA agent, meaning that Harry was off the hook.

Ruth was not the only one who was pleased that Harry had been reinstated. By the end of the day, there was a general hubbub of noise, pleased at the end of the case. Everyone had planned to have a drink at the George, and she let the conversation wash over her until Zaf approached her.

"A drink to celebrate?" he asked.

"No thanks," she said casually. "I want to wait for Harry. He'll be back on the grid soon." Everyone stopped speaking amongst themselves and looked at her. Ruth had already decided that she didn't want to hide her relationship with Harry any longer, and everyone on the grid already knew, but actually admitting it in words was different.

"Well maybe catch up later?" Adam suggested in the awkward silence.

"Maybe," she said, smiling slightly. "Thanks." Soon enough she was alone with only the gentle hum of computers for company. She let out a sigh of relief, knowing that neither she nor Harry would be stopping in to the pub tonight. They'd all be gossiping about her and Harry anyway. Let them.

Ruth continued to work, but really she was just killing time until half an hour later when she heard the pods whirring. Sure enough there was Harry.

"How are you?" she asked.

"Better," he said. "Now I'm here." He looked around at the empty grid. "Where is everyone? I'm not that late."

"Drinking at the George," Ruth said. "I wanted to wait for you." He smiled at her and walked towards her desk.

"I know you've been here all day. You should go home."

"I should," she agreed. "I don't want to go home without you. And we both know you're going to be sat in your office for at least an hour or two, catching up on everything you missed."

"Give it thirty minutes, then we'll go home," Harry said. "And I rather like the idea of having you in the bath tonight." His voice was low and it was all she could do not to take his clothes off right there.

"Do you?" she asked, eyes glowing brightly. He frowned at her as she looked away from him, seeming to remember something.

"What is it?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to be disturbed. Is… Graham home tonight?"

"No," Harry said. "He's got some shift work at a restaurant. He'll be late home tonight." With that, her smile returned as Harry leaned over her desk, their faces very close to each other.

"How about this," she said, speaking softly and seductively. "I'll go home, run the bath, get undressed, slip into the tub and wait for you. If you're too long, I guess I'll just have to start without you."

Harry let out a strangled groan. "That's not fair," he said.

"Then you better hurry," she said, eyes sparkling with mischief. She kissed him very gently, just a brush of lips. She wanted him badly, and got up to go home, putting her coat on and going through the pods. Harry didn't follow her, knowing that if he did, they'd most likely end up starting in the backseat of the car, while trying to avoid the drivers eye. Not what either of them wanted. He gave her a two minute head start before going into his office and grabbing the files he needed. He'd take them home, but he wasn't going to leave Ruth waiting long. The mental image of her naked in the bath was too strong to resist.