3:14 am.

Ruth let herself into Harry's house, having been both unable to sleep and unable to let the argument go. She quietly went upstairs and opened his bedroom door. The lamp was on and he was awake.

"I heard you coming," he said. "Unsurprisingly I couldn't sleep after today."

"I am so angry with you, Harry," she said, keeping her voice measured and her tone calm. "How dare you say I don't trust you?" He said nothing so she continued. "Just because I don't want to have my grief watched by someone I've met once doesn't change how I feel for you one bit."

"I know," he said. She perched on the edge of the bed as he continued. "I snapped, and I shouldn't have said that. I think… the pressure of the day… What I did mean was that sometimes I feel you hold back from me."

"Maybe I do," she admitted. "But I don't mean to," she said quietly. She sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I do want you here, but I shouldn't have pressured you like that."

"Okay." She gave him a brief kiss.

"Are you staying?" he asked. She knew he'd respect whichever decision she made, but she had no intention of leaving.

"Of course I am, Harry. It's three in the morning." She took her shoes and jacket off before speaking again. "Did you speak to Adam?"

"He's in pieces," Harry said. "I don't know… how he'll be. Long term, I mean."

"I know," she said. She slipped under the covers and curled into Harry's chest. She needed to be held by him after such a dramatic and devastating day. He tangled his fingers through her hair and even in spite of Fiona's death, she felt safe. She pulled away from him for a moment. "Just let me get undressed," she said quietly. He nodded and she could feel the weight of his eyes on her body as she did. Hardly appropriate now, though. She said nothing as she slipped between the sheets and into Harry's arms.

"I don't like it when we argue," she said.

"I don't either." He stroked her hair. "Can you sleep?"

"Probably," she said. "I feel exhausted and wrung out."

"Then sleep." He knew he most likely wouldn't, but that was no reason for her to stay awake. "I love you."

"I know," she said. "Love you too."

In the morning, Ruth awoke to the smell of bacon. She opened her eyes a fraction and saw Harry with a breakfast tray of bacon sandwiches and two mugs of tea. "Oh that smells wonderful."

"To apologise for being… well, last night," he said.

"You didn't have to do that," she said. "I think we were both in the wrong." She kissed him. "But I am going to eat the bacon anyway."

He smiled at that and sat on the edge of the bed, taking a sip of his tea. "Adam called me."

"What did he want?" she asked.

"To request returning to work."

"The day after his wife died?" Ruth asked in surprise.

"I know," Harry said. "He should be in Tring."

"You can't make him go if he doesn't want to," she said.

Harry sighed heavily. "I've told him not to turn up until after the weekend at the very earliest, but…"

"Adam will need the work," Ruth said quietly. "He wont feel like himself if he's sitting at home grieving."

"I know," he said. "I don't know what to do for the best."

"Are you asking for my personal or professional opinion?" Ruth said.

"Personal," he said quietly.

"Keep an eye on him once he comes back to work," she suggested. "Make sure he's in the right frame of mind to be making operational decisions."

"Thank you," he said, eyes looking at her warmly. She smiled.

It was Tuesday when Adam accosted Ruth, asking about operation Songbird and Oleg Korsakov. She told him, guessing that he'd discover it another way if she didn't.

Later on, Harry called her to his office.

"Do you really think I don't know it was you who passed Adam that information?" he asked softly.

They sat opposite each other in his office when Harry sighed. "Are we crossing that line?" she asked. The invisible line between the personal and professional that kept their relationship possible.

"Maybe," he said quietly.

"Well, I'd hope you did know it was me. Otherwise you know me less well than I think you do." He did that lopsided little smile and that made an echo of one appear on her own face. "Adam needs to work," Ruth said. "I made a judgement call when I told him. By the way, he already knew more than he should have done, which had nothing to do with me."

"Professionally I should reprimand you for that. You're divulging state secrets to someone who, at present, probably isn't capable of working here."

"He is your friend too. He can't just sit at home thinking about his dead wife. He'll go mad."

"Is that what you would do?" he asked softly. She looked away, caught off guard by the intensity in Harry's gaze.

"Adam and I are different people," she said. "I… wouldn't know how to cope being in this building without you here. It would be wrong. If you died, I don't know if I could ever walk through the door again. But Adam is different. You know that. He and Fiona spent so much time at six before we ever knew them. Undercover together for weeks, sometimes months at a time. And even if you take that away, he is a different person than myself. I think he needs to work, and as long as you don't allow him too much freedom, he'll be okay."

"You…" Harry didn't finish his sentence because the door opened and Jo came in, folder in hand.

"I read the communi… oh," she added as Ruth moved back. She hadn't realised how close she'd been leaning towards Harry until they were interrupted. "Sorry, I'll…"

"Knock in future?" Harry suggested lightly. Jo blushed, not yet settled in enough to tell Harry or Ruth what she truly thought. Something along the lines of there's a time and a place for that, and in the middle of an operation to stop the NHS being sold to a Russian oligarch isn't one of them.

After the operation had drawn to an end, Ruth and Harry found themselves eating a Chinese takeaway at his office desk. They wouldn't normally have done that at work, but it was late and they were both exhausted. And they both knew that the lines between their personal lives and work selves were becoming more and more blurred with each day that passed.

"I feel better after food," Ruth said, closing her eyes for a moment. She couldn't really remember the last time she'd eaten. "How's Graham doing?" she asked, not wanting to talk about the operation.

"I think he's fine," Harry said. "He's not using again so that's something."

"More than something, I think," she replied.

"I don't think he'll be in my house for too long," he said. "He's talking about getting a job and… well, to be honest with you, I don't think he likes living in his fathers house. He likes his freedom too much."

"Okay," she said. "That wont influence my decision, you know," she said.

"I know," he said softly.

"I've made up my mind anyway," she said. He raised his eyebrows as if asking her to continue. "I don't like being away from you. So if you still want to, yes. I would like to live with you." She smiled as he leaned across the desk and kissed her gently.

"You mean it?"

"I do," she said. "Even when you're arrogant and stubborn, I still want to be around you." He smiled widely and kissed her again. "Do you think Graham will be okay?" she asked, changing the subject back.

"You mean, do I think he'll get hooked on drugs again when he's on his own?" he asked. Ruth nodded. "I hope not," he said. "I don't think so, but then I didn't expect him to be on heroin in the first place." He shook his head. "And right now I don't want to talk about my sons drug problems. Because I'm happy." She smiled at him as he kissed her again.

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