A/N: All you guys who reviewed are the bomb! I love you guys!!! Oh, and for the sake of this fic making sense, 505 did not happen. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Same old, same old. I don't own a thing, no money is being made and no copyright infringement is intended. I'm just a girl, having fun with her favorite couple. breaks out into the Gwen Stefani song ...OK, never mind, just get on w/ the fic.

The phone calls had become a weekly routine for them, a sort of retreat from their everyday lives. It was very relaxed, not as nerve-wracking as talking to each other face to face, but they could still communicate with the same ease as that of a normal couple.

At the dinner, he knew he had pushed too far, he could read the fear in her face everytime she made a furtive glance down; everytime she inadvertently looked over her shoulder. Now, she was beginning to get used to their newly evolved relationship. She sometimes sent an email from her station, on her more mischievous days, asking what he'd like for lunch, or mundane, unexpected things like what his favorite colors were.

They learned more about the other as the month crawled by. There were days when he'd catch himself staring at the phone, longing to hear it ring, to hear her voice on the other end.

He passed a bookshop on the way to Thames House, when traffic was so bad that he decided to give in to the temptation to ditch his cab and walk the rest of the way. He picked up something that caught his eye through the window, with a certain lady in mind. He grinned as he skimmed through the book, raising his eyebrow when he came across the more interesting pages and snorting in disbelief whilst reading particularly outrageous parts.

Eventually he went ahead to purchase it and have it wrapped. He went on down the sidewalk, on to work, with a more enthusiastic stride, all the while whistling a tune.

Ruth spotted Harry as soon as he stood from his desk. She tried not to watch as he slid his office door open, as he took his time in walking toward her station. She busied herself with her weekly briefing, rereading useless facts and figures until she recognized the blur that was him in her peripheral vision.

"Hey," She said softly. He looked at her, mouth twitching a little, almost breaking into a smile. She never spoke to him like that, not where their relationship was vulnerable to criticism and unwelcome speculation.

"I have Jo's and Adam's debriefings ready. Do you want them now?"

"Uh...yes. I think."

"You don't sound very sure of yourself."

He gave her a pointed look, and she had to stifle her laughter by biting her lip. She wordlessly handed him the said files, allowing herself a small smile. She went back to her computer, carrying on with her briefing, without realizing that he hadn't left her station. She glanced up to brush a stray strand of hair away from her eyes when she noticed he was still standing there, watching her with that dark, desirable stare.

"Harry?" Ruth frowned at him. When he spoke, she felt a familiar, searing heat plunge in her stomach as his words rumbled through her. She knew that look. It wasn't often that he chose to let down the barrier that guarded his heart.

"I need to see you. Away from here."

It was a delicious moment. The section head and intelligence analyst were standing on the rooftop, not unlike the time when he randomly invited her to dinner one evening. Gentle brown eyes locked with intense grey, and he handed her something wrapped neatly in lavender paper.

The package was heavy, her arms shook a little under the weight of it. He urged her to unwrap it. Ruth obliged, peeling off the gift wrap with her meticulous hands. Harry shuffled his feet slightly as her eyes widened in mild shock. She turned the book around so that the front cover faced him.

"Harry, the title is '101 Questions For New Couples; Soul Searching.'" There was a subtle inflection at the end of her sentence, an apparent sign of her curiosity and maybe a little incredulity. He shrugged, trying not to grin.

"They don't sell a book that's titled, '101 Questions For Socially Awkward Colleagues Who Are Attracted to Each Other But Don't Know What to Do About It.'"

She seemed at a total loss of words. She opened the book and turned to the first page. She began to read out loud.

"Have you hit a speed bump in your relationship? Need to talk something over, but don't know how to approach it? Join me Dr. Martha Thayer, as I help couples like you work out the kinks with a special therapeutic process that involves a series of questions that will help determine whether she or he is really the one for you." Ruth stopped at the end and looked up at him, torn between amusement and uncertainty.

"I..." She paused at looked out over the buildings below, "Thank you Harry."

He nodded.

"Of course, the book is meant for...couples. Normally I can't stand shrinks, but I figured a book written by one wouldn't be as bad."

Ruth nodded and sort-of laughed, eying the book with hesitation and leaning against the banister with her lovely nervous body language.

"I kept the receipt, in case you wanted... to return it." He handed her the meager piece of paper. She watched him as he turned and left, even footsteps echoing behind him as he disappeared down the stairs.

It was late enough that the sun was beginning to set. She waited several moments, bathed in orange and gold, gripping the thick book and wondering how long she could hold out. The pull from him to her was inevitable, sooner or later she knew she would melt against him. If she returned the book, she knew he wouldn't pursue her further, out of respect for her wishes. If she kept it, it would be an affirmation of her allowance for him to continue...wooing her.

She smiled and turned to the first page of questions.

Her decision was made.

TBC