A/N: Just a silly little fic, don't know if it'sany good but thought I would post any way.
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately. Ruth and Harrybelong to Kudos.
A Tune A Day
Ruth couldn't get the damn song out of her head; she had been humming it incessantly since she had heard it on the radio this morning before she came to work.
She had been at work for two hours now, typing up the daily reports and getting resource material together for their daily brief at 10am. Ruth glanced at her watch it was now 9.50am, she picked up her files and made her way to the meeting room, Harry, Adam, Zaf, Jo, Colin and Malcolm were already there waiting for the meeting to start. She mumbled an apology and sat down in her normal seat beside Harry.
Adam watched Ruth as she sat down, he marvelled at the change in her, he had never seen her so alive, she had lost that sad wistful look and replaced it with a smile, a smile that lingered all day. And today was no exception, beauty radiated from within her and she had been singing that song all morning, driving everybody insane. But she hadn't seemed to care; she just smiled and went on with her work.
She was singing again now as she left the meeting room, Adam smiled as he turned to Harry.
"What's made her so happy all of a sudden"
Harry looked sheepish as he replied, " I wouldn't know"
"Maybe she's in love"
Harry smiled as Adam left the room.
Ruth sat back at her desk and checked her emails. She settled down to start analysing the new information they had been given regarding their current op. But her mind started to wander, something she seemed to be doing more and more recently, she smiled, if only they all knew the reason why she was so happy.
She had awoken early that morning and greeted the day with a smile, she felt full of life, happy to be alive. She had slipped out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, she showered and dressed and crept down to the kitchen. She switched on the radio and made herself a cup of tea. A song came on the radio that made her smile, she sang along to the words, whilst she busied herself making her breakfast.
Eating her breakfast she glanced at the clock on wall behind her 6.30am, she switched the kettle back on and made a second cup of tea. She still could not believe that she could feel so happy and the reason for her happiness, well that was up stairs. She crept back up the stairs and quietly opened the bedroom door and called out gently
"Harry, It's time to get up, or we will be late for work"