"No," Ruth whispered as the blood kept spreading. "Get these off me!" Ruth shouted indicating her bound hands. A nameless face cut the harsh plastic off of her wrists and she ran over to Harry. "Look at me," she said cradling his face.

"I always seem to forget how much it hurts to get shot," he said, his eyes sparkling at her. She smiled once, realising as she did so that he'd been shot in the shoulder, almost exactly where Tom Quinn had shot him five years ago. "Are you alright?"

"Course I am, don't worry about me," Ruth said as Ros cut him free from his ties, assuring him that an ambulance was on its way.

"You couldn't get a better shot?" Harry asked Ros, ignoring Mani's dead body on the floor.

"Come on Harry, you know my aim's better than that," Ros replied. "One of special forces missed Mani as he hit the floor."

"And got me instead," Harry said. "Perfect."

"Do not die on me," Ruth said firmly. "Do you understand me?"

"Of course I won't," Harry said, but in a horribly faint voice. "Can't leave you two alone can I?" Ruth smiled and then kissed him softly. Then she moved out of the way as paramedics came in and started to load him on a stretcher. She tried hard not to panic as his eyes closed. She had to keep calm. She rested a hand on her stomach, rubbing small circles on the fabric of her blouse.

"He'll be okay," Ros said. Ruth nodded, but she wasn't sure she believed it.

"Are you onto the person Mani was calling?" Ruth asked.

"He's being arrested right now." Ruth nodded and then left the room, planning to take the shortest possible route to the hospital.

"So you want an ultrasound is that right?" an annoyingly peppy obstetrician said as she came into Ruth's hospital room.

Ruth nodded. "Yes, I was punched in the ribs earlier. I just want to make sure everything's okay."

"Right," the doctor said. Ruth gasped as cold gel hit her stomach. She felt a smile as the noise of her baby's heartbeat filled the room.

"That's a good sound," Ruth said with happiness.

"Everything looks okay here," the doctor said. "You're about nine weeks along, does that sound about right?"

"Yes," Ruth said. "You're sure the baby's okay?"

"Absolutely. Do you want a picture?"

"Better had," Ruth said. "The father will want to see it."

"Just one thing though," the doctor said, wiping the gel from Ruth's stomach. "Your blood pressure is quite high."

"That'll be stress," Ruth said. "This little one's father is currently having a bullet extracted from his shoulder. I'll be calmer tomorrow when he's recovering."

"Okay, but do try to avoid anything strenuous or worrying."

"Yes, I don't plan on being kidnapped again." Ruth took the picture and smiled as she saw the very small presence of her child. Hers and Harry's child. There was a brief knock on the door and a surgeon came in. "How is he?" Ruth asked without preamble.

"We've extracted the bullet, and we're just closing him up," he said. "I thought you'd want an update."

"Thank you," Ruth said. "There'll be no long term damage?"

"No, he was lucky," the doctor said. "I have to get back in there."

"I'll be in the waiting room," Ruth said. "Can you tell me when he's out of surgery?"

"Of course," the surgeon said before leaving the room.

Ruth felt the relief crashing over her. He was going to be okay. That was the main thing.

It was three in the morning when Harry woke up, in a lot of pain. He opened his eyes and felt relief when he saw Ruth asleep, her head resting on his hospital bed. He lifted a hand with significant effort and then brushed it through her hair. He tried using his voice and found it hard. Then he saw something which would have left him speechless even had he been able to talk. Clasped in Ruth's hand was an ultrasound picture. Their child. He took it from her and looked at the evidence that there was a baby who was half him and half her. He couldn't think of anything more perfect.

"Ruth," he said in a harsh whisper.

"Mm?" she said still half sleeping.

"Ruth wake up," he repeated in a voice which sounded rusty.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Then when she focused on the hospital bed and saw him awake, she smiled. "You're here," she said quietly.

"I see our child," he said indicating the picture. "Is…?"

"I'm fine," she said quickly. "Both me and the little one are fine. I got checked out like you asked."

"Good," he said. "Give me a kiss." She moved and did what he asked, a soft and subtle kiss, full of time and hope. "Now go home."

"I can't," she said but he interrupted her.

"You are going to concentrate on growing my boy," he said with half a smile. "You can't get a good nights sleep on the side of my bed. So go home and sleep in a proper bed."

"Okay," Ruth said begrudgingly and he was amazed he'd won so fast. "It could be a girl though."

"Mm, and then I'd have two beautiful brunettes living with me, both of whom would be able to wrap me around their little finger," Harry said. "I'll take the boy." She laughed with the confidence of knowing that he'd be happy whatever the sex of their child and kissed him once more. "Go home," he said. "Get some sleep."

"Okay," she replied. "But only because I'm pregnant, otherwise I'd stay here all night."

"I know," he said quietly. Ruth moved to take the ultrasound picture but he held back. "Let me keep it." She nodded happily,

"I'll be back first thing," she said. Harry nodded and watched as she left. With his hand clasping the ultrasound picture, he slipped into an easy sleep.

I did consider having Harry's heart monitor flat line once Ruth had left but I had a feeling I'd be hunted down and shot. Hope you all like it!