Heart

"Lucas." Ros pulled her jacket closer to her as the night air chilled her to the bone. The rooftop was the last place she wanted to be. The wind caught her hair, blowing it in all directions as she saw him staring out over the city. "Lucas."

"I needed some air."

"Ok." Ros knew that even after all his time back in the UK he continued to have symptoms of PTSD. She hated that he had suffered so much in his time in Russia - and blamed Connie for his arrest and sentencing.

"He's dead, Ros."

"I know."

"Of all the operatives in Russia, why him? Why clone him?"

Ros reached him. Standing next to him she looked out over the city. She had no idea how to answer her husband.

"Henry says he saw him in Newcastle last week. Thought he was seeing things. Then Romanov is executed so he guessed we needed to be warned. I don't know why they chose Darshan. All I know is we both saw him die. And Harry and I were both there when Arkady died."

She felt Lucas slip his hand over hers as it rested on the safety barrier. He shook slightly as Ros turned to him.

"I know I'm being irrational."

"This is not irrational. That man was a monster. I've heard you in the night, seen what he's done to you."

Lucas bit his lip. He knew there was no way his wife would tell the rest of the team about his flashbacks, nightmares or the number of scars his tattoos had been designed to hide. Ros moved closer, wrapping her arms around his waist she let him bury his head in her shoulder as she held him.

"You're safe." Ros pulled back, looking him directly in the eyes. "They didn't win then and they won't now." He nodded before kissing her chastely on the lips.

"Rationally I know that." He closed his eyes as she touched his face.

"Just remember you are in London. With me, Amy, James and the dogs. Titch and Kojack are never going to let anyone near us at home." She whispered as she thought about the Staffordshire bull terrier and Rottweiler cross they had adopted the year earlier. It still amazed her that she now had a family of her own. Lucas tightened his hold on her waist before kissing her more passionately than she remembered him ever doing. She threaded her fingers through his dark hair letting him dominate the kiss as all thoughts of terrorists and Russian conspiracy fled from her mind.

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"Henry is going home with Malcolm and Sarah." Ruth explained as she closed the door to Harry's office. He nodded once.

"That man is a nightmare."

"If this Darshan clone has been visiting him then this is worse than we had considered. Lucas." Ruth twisted her wedding ring around her finger as she frowned.

"We'll keep an eye on him. Ros is not going to let anyone touch her family." Harry stepped towards her. Ruth closed her eyes as he reached her. She rested her hand on his shirt.

"You are still doing this? Are you going to Moscow?"

"Ruth?"

"Because it's not just me that needs you here." She held his gaze. "The children obviously. But here. Lucas is going to be more closed off than ever. Ros can't deputise for you if this is a credible threat. Her mind will be on Lucas. Even she can't compartmentalise her life so much. Adam is too fiery at the moment. Harry, someone out there wanted us to believe you and Juliet are dead. They wanted us to believe, me to believe." Her voice cracked as he nodded.

She closed her eyes as he pulled her into his arms.

"Ruth." Her breath hitched as he said her name. "I'm not leaving you." He whispered the words in her ear, his voice low and rumbling. Ruth grasped his shirt, holding him in place."

"Henry was right." She tilted her head back to look up at him. "You didn't put everything in the report. You didn't with Northern Ireland. You didn't with Berlin."

"Some things are private." Harry sighed.

"True. But they always have a way of coming back to haunt you." Ruth watched his eyes darken. She knew the look too well. He was debating whether to tell her himself or to let her work out what was haunting him.

"Ruth. I wasn't Section Chief. I was barely out of training school. You know I was recruited, out of the Army? Looking back that Army training gave me a false sense of security."

"And an inability to stay in bed after 6 am." Ruth teased. His eyebrows shot up. "Sleeping I meant." He smiled for a moment before nodding. He was always up and about before the crack and f dawn whereas Ruth was definitely not a morning person.

"I'm not going anywhere." He brushed her hair away from her face. "Darshan is dead. That man, whoever he is is not Darshan."

Ruth nodded. "I don't understand why this is happening now. A part of me is half expecting Connie to turn up."

"Don't even joke!" Harry's eyes widened.

"We need you here, Harry. I need you here." She bit her lip as he sighed before kissing her.

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"What are you doing here Henry?" Sarah asked as the old man sat himself on the sofa. He took his trilby off before looking at her.

"Sarah Hughes."

"Sarah Wyn-Jones." She corrected, sitting in the armchair opposite. Bodie jumped on the chair, settling himself on her lap.

"Married of course." Henry smiled at her. "You look happy."

"Compared to last time we met? When I was wrongly sentenced? When you left me and Yasmin Thomas out to dry?" Sarah smiled sweetly. "Yes I am happy. Now."

"Sarah." Malcolm shook his head slightly. "Henry needs somewhere to stay tonight."

"It's hardly likely I'm going to put a pensioner on the street. One night, Malcolm. One." She got to her feet. "Harry may trust him but I don't know if I ever will, not after where it got me last time."

"I was wondering if you held that against me. I would, in your position." Henry sighed sadly. "I am sorry. We did try."

"Not hard enough." Sarah left the room as Malcolm cursed under his breath. He had known his wife and wouldn't be happy with the arrangement but he did hope she'd be able to be civil. Henry looked at his hands as Malcolm sat down.

"We. I. Did try."

Malcolm nodded. "So many wasted years."

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Lucas stepped back into the Grid feeling a bit more centred than he had been. Seeing Darshan on the CCTV had triggered more emotions than he was expecting it to. Almost a decade after returning to the UK the fear and resentment he felt at the sight of the man was palpable. Even though he knew he was dead, it still seemed too real.

"Ok?" Zaf asked as Lucas sat at his desk. Lucas nodded once.

"It never really leaves, you know? The memory. I close my eyes and I'm back there with the Redbacks. Just remember you won. Not them." Zaf grabbed his jacket as Lucas nodded, barely aware his mobile phone was ringing.

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