As dusk settled upon the city of London, a single man made his way through the crowded streets of rush hour. It was easy to get lost in the masses of people; something the man was counting on. As he circled the Victoria Embankment Gardens, he became satisfied that there were no tails. Settling onto a lone park bench, he waited.

"Oliver."

Turning at the voice, he watched as a woman settled on the bench next to him. "Juliet."

Neither spoke for a moment; rather they looked around, watching for anything out of the ordinary. As the street lights flicked on, both settled as much as spooks in the open could.

Without preamble, Juliet turned on him. "I'm still trying to clean up the mess you made with that bomb."

"The mess I made? You're the one who put me in contact with the American."

"You're the one who insisted on maintaining contact with him and provided him with the materials. What did you did you do, hand him the keys to our storehouse?"

"You gave me the name of an idiot. You're just as responsible for the deaths of those 37 people as I am. Don't forget that." With an angry sigh, he turned and looked at her. "This isn't getting us anywhere. We both fucked up and now we have to reign in Harry and his merry mutts."

Fingers tapping against the fabric of her pants, Juliet nodded as she looked around. "They're still a long way off from connecting us to the bombing but you know how Harry is when something gets in his paw."

"He wouldn't be a problem at all if you'd turned him to our side last autumn."

"Come on Oliver. You and I both know Harry is too moral to join our little club. The only way we're going to get around him is to out him from his little kingdom."

"Yet you assured me you'd be able to turn him."

"Well I didn't exactly count on him falling for that mouse."

At that Oliver smirked, knowing how it bothered Juliet that she'd been ousted by, surprisingly, Ruth Evershed. Which, if rumors were to be believed, had married Harry the month before. Looking at the people passing by, Oliver tapped a finger against his pursed lips.

"You know, we would use that to get him."

Juliet stopped her triad and looked over at the man. "You mean use his lover as leverage?"

"Hmm. Did you get anything useful out of the decadent Ms. Buxton?"

"No. That source turned out to be a fluke. But I'm keeping her around as a means of keeping Mr. Morgan happy. Peter Morgan is turning out to be a wonderful fountain of information on the mouse."

"Just be careful. He does anything too soon and we'll have Harry's full focus on us."

Looking out over the park, Juliet sighed. "And we don't want that."

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"Harry."

Glancing up from his desk, Harry smiled at his wife standing in the doorway; her hair pulled away from her face. They'd been married three weeks and so far, things between them had been good. Actually, they were better than good.

"Harry?" Ruth asked again; question in her eyes at his lack of answer.

"Yes Ruth?"

"Are you okay?"

Smiling, he placed his pen on the desk and leaned back in his chair, watching her. It was obvious to anyone who looked at her now that she was pregnant; and possessive as he was, he was loving it. "I'm fine Ruth."

"Alright." she said, pausing to watch him. "Adam needs us in the briefing room. He's an update on the dinner bombing."

Standing, Harry straightened the papers on his desk before crossing the room. Stopping next to her, he lightly brushed his fingers across her bump and smiled. Meeting her eyes, he spoke quietly. "How are you and the nuts?"

"We're fine." Smiling at him, she brushed her fingers across his. "I thought we agreed to be professional at work."

"I am being professional."

"So you feel up all your pregnant employees while standing in the doorway to your office?"

"Only when they're my wife." Turning her around, he led her towards the briefing room. Leaning over her shoulder as they crossed the threshold, he whispered, "I wanted to kiss you."

Stepping into the room, he pulled the chair to the right of his out. As she settled into it, he slowly pushed it in and sat.

Both watched as Adam stepped to the far end of the table and began.

AN: Hopefully I'll get the briefing up later tonight but this was a good point to break it up. Sadly we haven't seen the last of Peter yet for those who were wondering though he'll be a bit quiet for a few months.

For those on the North/Mid Eastern Seaboard of the US like myself, stay safe as Sandy makes landfall between six and seven tonight near Atlantic City. I'll be on facebook, tumblr and livejournal until we lose power/cell phone service; which are all in my profile.