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Saturday Morning.

Ruth was exhausted, but she knew the rest of the team were feeling the same way. Nightingale had exploded back into their lives with devastating affect. She rested her head on one hand as she watched Tariq hand Malcolm a coffee. Both men had been uncharacteristically quiet. Nightingale and the man in the cells had destroyed the sense of safety the team had. Beth was injured, Ros was once again acting as though she could solve the problem alone. Harry had been quiet and Ruth just knew he was blaming himself for the way the team had been affected, while Dimitri was simply heartbroken. She checked her watch. 01:10 She shook her head sadly, glad that Catherine had agreed to stay with Nico until she got home. She knew both Catherine and Nico knew that there was a fair chance she wouldn't be back before early Saturday evening. Ruth already felt guilty about being away for so long but she knew Nico got on well with Catherine and little Charlie. It was the one saving grace that the boy was so unlike his father.

"You ok Ruth?" Alec perched on her desk. She nodded, still not quite sure what Alec was doing on the team. They had found Andrew Lawrence. The man was still refusing to answer questions. She supposed Alec was merely making up numbers. In a way she thought Andrew Lawrence was doing the same.

"Yes." Ruth answered.

"Did you talk to Mai?"

"No." Ruth watched him as he nodded.

"Thought you had."

"Not since she was first arrested. I know Zoe and Ros formally charged her." Ruth had the feeling Alec couldn't help but interview every person he spoke to. "If you knew, why did you ask?"

"Just making conversation." He smiled slightly.

"If we are making conversation, how's Juliet?" She watched as he blushed. Not everyone knew he was currently having a relationship with the former Wicked Witch of Whitehall.

"Getting stronger everyday." He smiled slightly. Ruth watched as he stood up. "Look, I think you should interview Andrew Lawrence. He might talk to you."

"What makes you think that?" Ruth held his gaze.

"Ruth." He paused as she stared at him. Just sometimes it was as disconcerting as when Ros did it. "You know him, it was you that got information out of him before."

"He had people try to kill me and Ros, Alec. I hardly think that is conducive to me interviewing him."

"Charge or release in eight hours."

"He'll be charged with kidnapping Tariq. You know that."

"But everything else?"

"Ok, ok. I'll talk to him. But not on my own." She glanced towards Harry's empty office as she bit her lip. She knew as an Intel Analyst she was not supposed to interview suspects. It had never stopped her before. Alec smiled slightly.

"He got back from Whitehall about ten minutes ago. He's heading towards the cells. You and Harry are unstoppable together." He watched as she took the bait.

"Ok." She pushed her chair away from the desk and headed towards the basement of Thames House. She just knew that Andrew Lawrence was the last person who knew anything useful. All the intel pointed towards the two women. At the last moment she changed her mind. Stopping at the desk she signed her name in the records book and the name of the person she intended to speak to before heading towards the interview rooms while pulling her cell phone out of her pocket.

"Ros, hi. It's me." She paused as Ros answered her. "I know, but how do you feel about talking to the organ grinder rather than the monkeys?" She waited outside the interview room as Ros answered her. "OK, I'll meet you there."

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Harry was not a happy man. William Towers had refused yet again to ban the March, despite knowing the risks. Harry sighed as he walked through the foyer of Thames House and nodded towards Stan.

"Evening Stan." He called as the older man waved a hand.

"Evening. I thought you would be interviewing that woman again." Stan smiled slightly as Harry frowned before walking towards him. He was too tired and far too stressed to even think about trying to second guess the security guard.

"Stan, I have not slept in over 24 hours please elucidate."

"Ruth and Ros." Stan suddenly realised he had said the wrong thing.

"Yes?"

"Ruth, she signed herself in the interview room. About five minutes before Ros did the same."

"And?"

"Interviewing the blonde woman. The one who was sweet on your Tom." Stan avoided Harry's gaze. Harry paused for a moment. He had no idea what had possessed either woman. There was a bomb threat in the capital city, a planned demonstration, a trade conference that had ended in disaster and now they were interviewing a woman they had already charged. He took a deep breath.

"Thank you." Harry marched towards the lifts, knowing that someone had put the idea of re-interviewing Christine Dale in Ruth's head. He knew it wouldn't have been Ros. He jabbed the lift button, hoping that she had decided to do it because she had found some more information. If she hadn't he knew he would have to have a word with Alec. That man had always been able to talk women into doing what he wanted.

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"Beth found this?" Adam frowned slightly as he looked at the message on Beth's Iphone.

"Yeah." Lucas answered. He really wanted to find Ros and go home but time was running out.

"So? What does it mean?" Adam read the message again. "Hans Linnerman's grandson is going to carry on his work? Nightingale suddenly a family business?"

"Could be." Zoe answered. She was perched on the edge of Zaf's desk and looked as exhausted as she felt. She needed a break before she did something stupid.

"Zo, go and get some rest. And take Zaf with you." Lucas glanced at his friend who was resting his head on the desk and snoring lightly. Zoe smiled. Zaf looked adorable. To her at least.

"Thanks." She tapped Zaf on the head. "And you sleeping beauty." The pair slipped quietly out of the pods before heading home for a couple of hours sleep. Zaf knew it was when daylight broke that the field officers would really come into their own. Until then it was the analysts that would be the most valuable people. He slung an arm around Zoe's shoulders as they walked towards the car.

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"Damon looks like a very naughty boy." Alec stated as he walked towards the others.

"Yeah. Ruth did some digging when Lucas called it in."

"Public school education. University. 9 points on his driving licence. Naughty boy." He tutted and threw the file he had been reading back on Ruth's desk.

"Sounds like a prat thats all." Tariq chimed in.

"Yeah. One without Ruth to sort out his licence." Lucas deadpanned as Adam coloured slightly.

"I think I would like to meet this famous grandson." Adam pulled his coat on. "You thinking what I am thinking?"

"Young, loner, in foreign country. Highly intelligent and alot of money in the bank. Yeah it doesn't fit your usual profile for a fanatic but it's halfway there."

"Grandson of one of Nightingale's best and brightest." Malcolm joined in. "I'd take back up if I were you."

"Get hold of Ros." Lucas started. "If I'm right she needs to ask Christine why she was given the money. I think we already have the who." The Grid fell silent as Harry walked through the Pods. Lucas and Adam exchanged glances as Tariq returned to his workstation.

"Harry." Adam turned to his boss. "Any luck?"

"Our Home Secretary has decided that the planned march tomorrow." He paused and checked his watch. "Today will go ahead."

"Bloody hell." Alec snapped. "He does understand there is a very high chance some scumbag is going to blow us all to Kingdom Come?" Alec was on his feet.

"I think he has more faith in my team than you you for the observation." Harry stepped towards his office. He was about to slam the door behind him when he paused and thought better of it. "Get Ros and Ruth back here. Malcolm, my office." He watched as his old friend nodded before following him into the glass pannelled room.

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Dimitri couldn't believe it was happening again. He thought of Jackie and little Andy. Of Beth and how he hadn't really told her the truth. He had wanted to but he had been scared. He looked at the small photo of the young boy in his wallet and cursed the day he had chosen to believe Jackie when she said the child wasn't his. Andy was the image of him. If he could see it he was sure her husband could too. He snapped the wallet shut as he heard Beth groan in the bed next to him. She was off the life support machine but looked as though she had been kicked in the head like a football. He smiled slightly. There was no way he was going to loose someone else he loved. It just wasn't going to happen again.

"Hi." He kissed her hand as her eyes fluttered open.

"Mum?" Beth blinked hard, as if she was looking at someone he couldn't see.

"No Beth. It's me." He watched for any sign of recognition.

"Mmm" Beth closed her eyes. "Dim."

"I'm here Beth. I'm here." For a moment he was sure he saw her smile as she closed her eyes.

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"Cut the bull, I really am not in the mood." Ros stood with her hands on the table in front of her. The tension radiated off her in waves as Ruth sat quietly next to her.

"I told you everything I know." Christine sat with her arms folded.

"Thing is." Ros glared at her "I don't take kindly to being lied to. $40,000 was credited to your bank account. Now a woman in your line of work doesn't earn that much in fourty years service so I suggest you tell us what the money is for and why you have it."

"You can suggest all you want to."

"Christine, you really think that Andrew is sat in the next room being interviewed and he isn't selling you down the river? Please, Christine. Tell me you have more sense than that." Ros sat back down. Ruth glared at the woman opposite them.

"He hasn't"

"How do you think we know about the money?" Ruth finally spoke. Christine looked away, suddenly awkward. Ros smiled slightly. Ruth never really said much in interviews, but what she did say often hit the mark.

"I."

"Start talking Christine. You are not getting out of this. Who gave you the cash and why?" Ruth leant forwards as she spoke. "I once asked Tom how he could be so cold when you were being held prisoner. But now I see why. You never really loved him."

"What?"

"You were with Andrew then too. Thing is, I mean don't you ever wonder how he could sleep with the wife of a friend? It makes you wonder what else he is capable of. You know as well as I do he was having an affair with Mai." Ros watched as the horror of Ruth's words washed over her. Ruth remained passive as Ros sat back down.

"Who gave you the money?" Ros kept her voice low, as if tending to an injured animal that could bite at anytime. Christine sighed before pushing her hair out of her face. It was time to talk.

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Adam pushed the door to the bed sit open as Lucas trained his gun on the window. They had left Alec outside in the car. Lucas nodded as Adam gently pushed the door open and stepped in. The room was a mess, an unmade bed the centre piece. A copy of the Holy Bible was laying across the bed, next to a copy of the Torah and Koran. Adam shook his head as he picked up the nearest book.

"Bit indecisive about religion." He stated as he looked around the scruffy and untidy room.

"Yeah." Lucas stepped in as a net curtain caught the breeze. "Likes his fertilizer and chemicals."

"Keen gardener?" Adam smirked as he opened the ottoman at the end of the bed. The small box was full of cables and wires. A .45 revolver sat in the middle of it all. Adam felt sick. Everything they were looking at suggested Beth had been right. A bomb factory in central London was being run out of Damon Harold's flat. The only problem was there was no sign of the teenager, or anything to suggest he would return. He looked at his watch. "Lucas, how long do we have?"

"March starts from Parliament Square at 10 am."

"What time is it now?" Adam dreaded the answer.

Lucas sighed as he looked at his watch. "2 am. Eight hours and counting."

A/N More soon. Please review.