Part 8
Two weeks later, and Dani found herself sat beside Adam in the meeting room, as they listened to Ruth's report of the things that had come in overnight. It was the usual mix of internet chatter from various groups across different countries, and there had been nothing new for a while now. As for the case of the two assassins, on the day that Adam and Dani had not gone into work, the rest of the team had managed to ID them as Akbar Modarres and Karim Nikahd. The fact that they were both Iranian made the reasons why they had tried to kill their own President even more confusing. It made sense, then, that most of the team's time at work was spent trying to figure out why the two assassins had attempted it in the first place. After the meeting, Harry dismissed everyone except from Adam, who he asked to remain behind. Adam grudgingly did so.
Harry waited until everyone had gone before he began to speak. "Is there something you would like to tell me?" He leant forward slightly, resting his arms on the table.
Adam raised his eyebrows at his boss. "Pardon?"
"About you and Dani. Is something going on?" Harry clarified. "You appear to be getting rather close."
"Do you have a problem with that?" Adam shifted somewhat uncomfortably in his seat.
"No, but..."
"But what?" Adam prompted.
"Adam, what happened the night Dani killed Karim Nikahd?"
"I've already told you, I stayed the night at her flat because she was really upset, and I didn't want to leave her in that state."
Harry regarded him with an expression of unconcealable disbelief. "Something happened."
Adam sighed heavily, seeing that he wasn't going to win. "Okay, fine. I slept with her. Happy?"
"Why couldn't you just tell me this?"
"Because, I don't know, I haven't known her for that long and I thought you might be disapproving." He shrugged.
"Disapproving, really?" Now it was Harry's turn to raise his eyebrows. "You're entitled to do what you want, but you really should have told me sooner. Consider yourself chastised for not doing so."
Adam smiled half-heartedly. "Anything else, Harry?"
"No, that's it, you're free to go."
Adam left the meeting room and immediately moved over to Dani's desk. She looked up and smiled at him as he leant back against it.
"What did Harry want?"
"To force the truth out of me about us."
"Uh oh. So he knows now?" Dani chewed her lower lip nervously.
"Yeah, but he's okay with it."
Dani nodded, still chewing her lip. "I thought we were going to wait a while longer before we told anyone," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Adam leant in closer to her, also lowering his voice. "I know, I didn't plan on telling him, but you know what Harry's like. And I think he knew anyway."
Dani sighed and brushed her chocolate brown hair out of her eyes. "You're probably right. But I'm not ready to tell anyone else just yet."
"That's fine." Adam smiled gently. "Anyway, there's something I've been meaning to ask you."
"Hmm?"
"Well, Wes is at home this weekend; visiting from boarding school. I told him about you on the phone a few days ago, and he says he wants to meet you. Do you want to come over for dinner on Saturday?"
"You want me to meet your son?" Dani said, slightly incredulously.
Adam almost laughed. "Yes. And he wants to meet you. Please?"
"Okay," Dani grinned. "I'll come. What time?"
"How's seven for you?"
"Sounds perfect."
