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Harry bit into the piece of toast while Charlie carefully tried to smear his own piece of toast with strawberry jam. Harry's attention focused on the radio presenter's announcement that a 'police incident' had lead to three blocks being closed around the civic hall.

"Shit." Graham muttered as the news continued.

"Naughty word!" Charlie pointed at him as Ruth entered the kitchen holding the mobile phone out for Harry.

"It's Ros."

Harry nodded, taking the phone back into the living room. Ruth began moving around the kitchen as Charlie continued to berate his uncle for swearing.

"Nanny Roof! Gray said a bad word!"

"Naughty boy." Ruth smirked as Graham held his hands up.

"No secrets with you, is there kid?"

"No."

"I should hope not." Ruth smiled sadly. "Enough of our lives are surrounded in them, never mind the children. Gracie? What are you doing?"

"Brekki!"

"I see." Ruth watched as the toddler tried to hold the now very sticky toast and reach for her cup of juice at the same time. "Put the toast down, two hands remember?" Gracie nodded, putting the mushy bread down and picking up her tumbler with two hands.

"Two ands!"

"Good girl." Ruth smiled, secretly worried about the phone call. The plan had been to redflash if absolutely necessary, curtesy calls hadn't been in the equation. Ros was more than capable of running the Grid with her eyes closed. Everyone knew that when the time came it would be Ros that replaced Harry. No one else, even Adam came close

"Mum?" Ruth stared into space. "Earth to mum are you receiving me? Over?"

"Oh, Nick!" Ruth snapped back to the present.

"Catherine is in a state."

"What's a state?" Charlie asked innocently as Gracie spilled her juice. Closing her eyes, Ruth felt the start of a migraine. It was the last thing she needed.

"Nico, help Graham. Terri is due here any minute. I'll talk to Catherine." Nick nodded as Graham lifted his little sister out of her chair.

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"Station Rd, Queen Rd and City Rd are closed." Zoe stated. Zaf drank his coffee. "I've got Henry Garvey and his troop on standby. Why do I get the feeling Captain Dempsey doesn't like section D?"

"He doesn't. Jumped up, sanctimonious creep." Adam stated. Lucas laughed.

"Ros likes him too." Lucas announced. Ros raised an eyebrow.

"As much as I like malaria." Lucas smirked at his wife's words. "I've spoken to Harry. The wedding is 11am. I still don't like it. Harry has enough enemies to go after him through his kids."

"You think it's personal?" Dimitri frowned. Ros stared him in the eye.

"Bit of a coincidence that a bomb warning comes through for the street in central London where the registry office is on the day Harry's oldest daughter is getting married."

"And MI 5 don't do coincidences." Adam stated. "If I didn't know better I'd swear this was Mace."

"He's dead."

"Who?" Beth frowned.

"Oliver Mace." Ros gritted her teeth as the words left her mouth. Lucas looked away.

"Ok, he's dead but there may still be friends of his out there. So don't rule it out." Adam stated knowing Ros was glaring at him. Ros pushed herself away from the desk.

"We have five hours. Zoe, go through any Intel we have from GCHQ. Adam liaise with Red Troop, Dimitri you take SI10. Beth, Zaf dig out anything you can. Lucas, with me." Ros walked through the grid, headed towards the Pods.

Xxxxx

Harry placed his mobile phone back in his pocket. He knew several of his enemies would love the opportunity to blow him, his family and half the section to pieces. He debated calling Ros back but knew she would be in touch if there were any further developments.

"Dad."

"Yes?" He turned round to see Nick staring at him. He paused for a moment expecting to see Graham there, not the teenage boy he and Ruth had adopted three years earlier.

"Mum has gone to talk to Catherine. Do you mind if I call you dad? It's just." Harry smiled slightly, the teenager had clearly been working up to asking him. Harry nodded.

"I'd be honoured. If you're sure?"

"Yeah." Nick blushed. "I'm sure."

"Ok then. But."

"You've been more like a dad than my real father was. He didn't care about me and mum really, only how things look. It was all about keeping up the facade. Not like here, you care about how we are rather than how things look to other people." Harry looked away for a moment. "And you make mum happy."

"I hope I do."

"See? And my father didn't care if she was happy, if I was ok. You care about the family. You're a good dad." Harry hugged him quickly before letting the teenager go. "You ok?"

"Of course, just have something in my eye." Harry blinked as Gracie wandered into the room. "Come on Squeek, let's get you dressed."

"K." She held up her arms for Harry to lift her.

"Xxxxx

"Catherine." Ruth stood in the doorway of the spare room Catherine had been staying in. "What is it?"

"What if I mess this up?"

"What?" Ruth was lost.

"Calum and me. If I mess up, it's not just me that gets hurt or Calum. There's Charlie and Lucy too. Spike even."

"Spike is a cavalier King Charles. He's tough." Ruth smiled. Catherine buried her face in her hands. Ruth sat on the bed next to her. "What is this really about? You and Calum are great together and the kids are happy and healthy."

"I'm too much like my mum. What if I hurt him like she hurt dad? I remember her temper when I was little. I remember the arguments, Dad trying to calm her down so we wouldn't hear. We always did. I can remember hiding in my room with Gray. I."

"Catherine Pearce."

"She threw a knife at him once. I saw it all. Dad had sent us upstairs but I sneaked back. I was eight. I couldn't bare that for my kids. I just." Ruth out her hands on her shoulders.

"No, you wouldn't do anything to hurt your kids or Calum. I know that and so do you. You have Jane's characteristics but you also have a lot of your father's ways too. You're hard working, tough and focused but you are also funny, kind and very caring. Calum is lucky to have you." Catherine hugged Ruth tightly as she tried not to cry.

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A/n is Ros right to worry? Will the wedding go ahead. Please review