Ros walked over to where Tariq was standing staring at the computer screen. She felt her gut clench as she thought of the operation to retrieve the suicide bomber from the legitimate protesters at the motorway sit in. Frowning slightly she read the information on the screen in front of her.

"Where did you get this?"

"Contact of Ruth's sent it to me. It's not good. Is it?"

"No, Tariq. This is very not good." She leant forwards, reading the screen once more. Swearing under her breath she wished Harry was there to guide them. She had no idea whether the decisions she was making would just make matters worse. Being in the field, living on adrenaline and wits was one thing, being stuck on the Grid while others did that, when their lives were her responsibility was the most terrifying thing she had ever experienced. She knew Harry took each loss personally, every time one of them dropped comms or went off on a hunch he worried. Part of her wondered if he had been right all those years ago; the job would kill him. She had a funny feeling it would be the end of her, or at least her sanity.

"The money." Calum looked at the screen they were both staring at. "Always comes down to money."

"Usually." Ros agreed. "Either that, or ideology."

"Mass murder is some ideology." Alec huffed as he walked onto the main Grid with a mug of coffee in one hand. He really wanted a lager but knew that was out of the question. "Beth called. She's at the police station with Adam. They're talking to Malloy in a minute."

"Good." Ros frowned. "Have Adam ask him where his money comes from. Zoe, can you and Calum get over to the police station. Make sure we have the full access to the interview footage. I want Malloy on the back foot. We may find out what he is really after. Shining Dawn caused enough trouble the first time around, I can't see this is them again."

"But someone wants us to think it is." Catherine looked up from the computer as her husband nodded. "Question is why?"

"Find me the answer." Ros stated before heading back into the office. She knew Malloy was unlikely to be a lone wolf. The explosion at the abandoned factory, the motorway sit in. None of it added up. Shining Dawn had been committed to culling the population and gaining as much attention as they could. She sat in her usual chair in Harry's office, staring at his empty one as if it would give her the answers. She closed her eyes, knowing that they needed answers. Beth's and Adam's interview was one way. Tariq going through the financial records of their chief suspect was one thing but with the 'cousins' holding out on them and the lack of anything concrete she had no idea how or why Malloy was doing what he was. Someone was pulling the strings. She just had to find out who.

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Harry tugged his jacket on, glad that he was off all the cardiac monitors and was no longer considered as being 'at death's door'. He knew Malcolm was right. He couldn't retire, he could and would take some leave but he was not going to give up work for good. Not yet, not unless Ruth and Catherine quit too. Then he would be able to breathe easily but there was no way he was going to ask them and there was no way he was going to spend his days sitting at home waiting and worrying himself into another heart attack. He sighed as the nurse approached him.

"You have your medication? Appointment with the cardiologist and cardiac rehab?"

"Yes. Thank you." Harry smiled at her as the young nurse, who had to be at least fine years younger than his oldest child raised an eyebrow.

"And you will keep them? Those appointments are important."

"Yes, I will." Harry smirked, unable to believe he was being chastised by a girl young enough to be his daughter. He turned to her, uncertain for a moment. "Thank you. And will you thank the surgeon when you see her? I know I already have."

"Of course." She smiled. "And you are welcome. But, Harry."

"Yes?"

"Be careful. Look after yourself. You can get back to normal life but give yourself a chance to get over this mentally as well as physically. Your body has been through a lot."

"Yes, yes." Harry nodded. "You're right. Not 21 anymore."

"No but you want to be here when that little girl of yours is." She smiled as he nodded, thinking of Gracie and her insistence that she was looking after Ruth and he was not to worry when she had visited him. He wondered how the seven year old was coping. No doubt he would soon find out, picking up his bag he headed for the door, insistent on getting a taxi home. He wanted to surprise Ruth and didn't want her treating him any differently to how she had before. He needed her to be his wife, his Ruth and not his carer. Standing tall he walked out of the ward hoping that he would be the man she had married and not the frightened man she had seen the day his heart had tried to kill him.

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Ruth opened the washing machine, cursing the damn thing as it leaked over the kitchen floor with Gracie's and Nick's school uniforms soaked and ringing wet in the drum. "Stupid, bloody thing." Ruth huffed as she threw towels over the kitchen floor. Muggles and Fidget jumped up on the kitchen counters as Scarlett ran back to her comfy bed.

"I can work on highly dangerous intelligence cases I can fix a bloody washing machine." She huffed as she retrieved the sodden clothes from the drum of the washing machine. She jumped slightly as she heard the front door slam. "NICK?" She yelled as she got to her feet, her jeans sporting two big wet patches over her knees.

"Ruth?" She stopped as she heard her name. She stepped into the living room as she saw Harry stood in the doorway. "Just me."

"Harry." Ruth smiled before crossing the room to him. "How?"

"Doctors discharged me. I got a taxi." He smiled as he dropped his bag. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly, breathing him in. "Said I was better off at home. Inclined to agree." He whispered as he buried his face in her hair before kissing her neck before pulling back. "Why are you? Your jeans."

"Blocked washing machine, flooded kitchen. Usual chaos." Ruth smiled as Harry laughed. She smiled, looking away as he pulled her back into his arms, holding her for what felt like the first time. She pulled back, touching his face as his eyes closed. "Harry."

"Its going to be ok, Ruth. Its going to be ok." He kissed her palm as he pulled her towards the sofa, knowing they had so much to talk about but in no rush to do so. Ruth smiled as she felt his hand tighten on hers. She forgot about the washing machine, the Grid and the other dramas for moment, all that mattered was he was home. Her Harry was back.

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