Church on time

Harry frowned as Gracie toddled across her bedroom towards him. She held out the pair of light blue jeans with pink flowers embroided on them.

"You are supposed to wear a dress."

"No."

"Gracie."

"Daddy."

"Dress."

"No!"

"Dress."

"No!" Gracie shook her head clutching her jeans to her. Strawberry blonde curls flapped across her face. Harry smiled, the little girl bit her lip.

"You remind me of your mum." Harry smiled at her as Gracie's blue eyes filled with tears. "You want to wear your jeans that much?" Gracie nodded.

"Well. I don't see why flower girls must wear dresses. Go on. Jeans and t shirt it is."

"Mm?"

"No more tears," Harry hugged her. "But mum and your sister aren't going to like me today."

Gracie hugged him tightly as Harry hugged her. Minutes later she was dressed in her jeans and little pink t shirt and wooly cardigan as Harry wondered just what the DG and the rest of MI 5 would make of the head of Section D being wrapped around the finger of an eighteen month old toddler. He shook his head as Ruth appeared in the doorway.

"Mum!" Gracie ran to her.

"No dress?"

"Yucky!"

"We definitely have a Tom boy in our midst." Ruth smiled. Harry raised an eyebrow. "She's dressed and not screaming. That is all I care about. Catherine is talking to Teresa and Leanne. I'd give them some space."

"Very wise." Harry stood up as he heard the three women giggling in the room next door. "Catherine and Leanne were always like that as children. Goodness knows what they talk about." Harry shook his head. "My little girl is getting married."

"Yes Harry."

"My baby girl is all grown up." Ruth smiled as he looked away for a moment.

"She is." Ruth touched his face. "And she's clever, funny and has a good heart. Like her father." Harry kissed her hand. "But that's not to say she's not pigheaded and stubborn like you because she is."

"Ruth! Pot, kettle and black spring to mind."

Ruth laughed. Gracie clapped her hands before hugging Ruth's legs.

"She's your daughter. She's like you." Ruth winced as he spinal injuries reminded her she wasn't quite healed. Gracie hugged her tightly, sensing her mum was in pain. Harry took her hand, kissing her knuckles before scooping to pick the little girl up.

"You, Gracie are going to cause me as much trouble as your sister and brothers."

"Yes!" She nodded as both Harry and Ruth smiled.

Xxxxxxxx

"Bloody vultures." Adam huffed as he walked back into the Grid, Beth seconds behind him. Dimitri raised an eyebrow.

"The media. Sodding journalists."

"Jo was a journalist." Ros spoke so quietly Zaf thought that he was the only one to hear her. He nodded sadly, remembering the first girl he had really loved. Sighing he couldn't stop him glancing to where her desk had been. It still surprised him that none of the new spooks had claimed the space. He had an idea Ros and Ruth had more to do with that than the choice they new guys had been given.

"I think Adam has persuaded them that this is a no story as far as they are concerned."

"Good." Ros paused. "Bomb Squad are searching the area. Red Troop are on standby."

"And us?"

"We find these jokers."

"I've been through Harry's service record." Zoe stated as she walked in. "This, amazingly enough has nothing to do with him. I'm certain of it."

"So?" Ros snapped. "I need names and locations."

"Catherine is an analyst in 6. I followed one of Ruth's doorways into the databases over there. Catherine was working on a perceived AQ threat. I thought it was that. She found the Intel to pick up AQ people in Syria. Israel and Jordan."

"Really?" Lucas paused.

"I know. She's good. Anyway it's not that. It did lead me to an op in Cyprus. A small group of gangsters want revenge for the death of Ruth's ex George and his brother Frankie."

"It was years ago." Lucas glared remembering how Ruth had shook with shock when he had killed Mani moments before he had been able to cut her throat. "Why now?"

"It's not so much George. It's Frankie. His death cost a lot of money for his employers. "It's Ruth they are after. Possibly you two Zaf. An British Asian man was mentioned as a target too." Zoe watched as her fiancé nodded. He had killed the assassin to save Ruth.

"What now?" Beth frowned, knowing her and Dimitri knew little of the time Ruth had been brought out of deep cover. No one spoke of it and if questioned the line of inquiry was shot down, occasionally with threats for immediate transfer to Syria or Siberia determining what mood the seniors were in.

"Now we stop the wedding crashers." Ros narrowed her eyes. Alec walked in to the Grid, tugging his jacket to him.

"What did I miss?"

Xxxxxxxxx

"Rings!" Calum emerged from the bathroom with his shirt undone. Erin ended her phone call abruptly.

"Tariq has them."

"He loses everything." Calum whined. Rosie giggled.

"No I don't!" Tariq yelled from the kitchen as he emerged with a bowl of cereal. "Where's my phone?"

"I'll kill him. Erin, I swear to God."

"Mum has the rings." Rosie smiled as Erin tried not to giggle. "Get dressed. It's nearly time. Granny will be at the registry office waiting. And auntie Catherine."

"Yeah." Calum shrugged. Erin pulled the rings from her purse. "An eight year old is telling me what to do. Beats Ros I suppose."

"I like Ros." Rosie smiled. "She's nice."

"See? Your daughter likes a psycho."

"What's a psycho?"

"Don't tell Ros he called her that." Erin winked as Rosie began brushing her hair. Tariq hurried back to the kitchen. It was going to be a long day.

Xxxxxx

A/n will this wedding ever happen? Please review