Well, I am back from my break and had a great time! Also I've worked out the plotting and the timeline for this story, so enjoy!

Harry and Ruth had decided to take the Thursday off of work and they spent the majority of it in bed, lazy and being generally happy that they had finally become husband and wife.

On Friday morning they both came into work, only slightly late. Ruth shrugged her coat off and then sat down.

"Good morning Mrs Pearce," Jo said to her left. Ruth smiled, feeling very happy as she switched her computer on.

"I could get very used to that," she admitted to her friend.

"Good job you married him then," Jo replied succinctly.

"So what did I miss yesterday?" Ruth asked as she started sifting through her emails.

"I daresay your day was more eventful than ours," Jo said making her blush as she remembered the very enjoyable and long hours spent in bed with Harry yesterday.

"Well I'm glad you didn't have a major terrorist outrage while we were absent," Ruth replied as Adam came onto the grid.

"Hello Mrs Pearce," he said, a typical Adam like grin on his face.

"Are the two of you ever going to call me Ruth again?" she asked with a smile.

"Give it time and they'll get bored," Malcolm said as he approached her. "This is for you." He handed her an envelope and she sighed.

"Malcolm, we said no gifts," she said firmly.

"The two of you are worth it," Malcolm replied. Ruth reached for him and gave him a hug.

"Thank you."

"Watch it or Harry'll get jealous," Adam said as he passed her. She let go of Malcolm and took up her seat. She zoned out of the friendly banter and froze as a video managed to pop up through her MI5 firewall.

"I need Harry," she said in a quiet voice.

"Alright, no need to broadcast it," Jo said with a snigger.

"Someone get Harry now!" she said loudly and everyone seemed to realise that this wasn't a joke at exactly the same moment. Adam went to fetch him as Malcolm, Tariq and Jo gathered around her computer to see the video that had managed to put itself on a repeating loop.

It looked like grainy CCTV image, except that it was zoomed on Rose's front door. Even seeing it twice already she held to the belief that it wouldn't happen. She saw Rose holding tightly to Jamie as she was led out of the house by three thugs who weren't bothering to hide their faces. It was hard to see from the video but Ruth was pretty sure a gun was pressed into Rose's back as she was led to a white van, all the while clutching her son. Ruth closed her eyes as the van drove off and the video atomatically restarted itself.

"Find out where they've taken my son," Harry said from behind her in the hardest voice she had ever heard from him. "Tariq, you work on finding out how the hell they managed to get this video through MI5 security. Malcolm, you trace the van and try and find out where they are and what they want. Jo, you do face recognition on those bastards. Give her a hand Adam until I need you out on the streets." Everyone got quickly to work except Ruth who hadn't been given a job. She turned her chair around to Harry and tried to communicate without words what she wanted to say.

"My office," he said succinctly. She quickly followed him and as soon as the door slid shut, Harry pulled her into his arms, the pair of them breathing heavily as he roughly felt her over. "Thank God you're safe," he said hoarsely.

"But Jamie isn't," Ruth said almost desprately. "What are we going to do if…"

"Do not finish that sentence," he demanded. "I can't think of anything bad happening to him so please don't voice it."

"Okay," she quietly agreed. "I think we should get a team over to Rose's house. See if they left anything behind or there's anything out of place."

"Good idea," Harry said. "Can you make sure that's done?"

"Are you just going to sit here and feel sorry for yourself?"

"Ruth…"

"Sorry," she added. "I'm worried about him too."

"I know you are." Harry looked over her shoulder staring into the distance. "I don't know what I'll do if they hurt him."

"They wouldn't have gone through the bother of taping it if they were going to kill them straight away," Ruth said.

"You're right," he said. "Get to work," he added in a soft voice, and they both knew their honeymoon was over.