Thanks for the enthusiasm everyone! I wasn't sure how the Graham storyline would go down with readers, but I'm glad it was enjoyed. Theoofoof correctly pointed out that I hadn't mentioned when this was set. Mid series nine. Oh, and I have no idea where this craziness is heading either.

The next morning Ruth was sitting at her desk when Harry came in through the pods. He smiled slightly when he saw her and approached her straight away.

"I need the report on Jameson, soon as you can," his eyes twinkling at her which was so at odds with the business like tone of his words.

"Its on your desk," she replied quickly.

"My office is locked," Harry said with a raised eyebrow. Her only response was to smile enigmatically. Chuckling to himself, he walked through the open door and found the mentioned file waiting for him.

Meanwhile Ruth was looking into Harry's son. She knew there were thousands of Graham's up and down the country, but she also knew it was the name of his son. She was hoping fate wasn't going to be cruel by introducing another Pearce to her life, when she was already struggling with one. Oddly enough, on the network there was no information on either of Harry's children. She guessed this was his influence as she knew full well that Catherine was in Israel. Harry had left the grid in her hands a week or so ago to say goodbye to her at the airport. But there was no information on her either. Sighing she closed the program and thought that it was impossible. It was just a coincidence. Nothing more. Anyway, she had no romantic interest in this Graham at all, so there was no need to worry, was there?

A couple of evenings later Ruth was surprised by her doorbell ringing. She opened it and Graham stood there, a bottle of wine in his hands. "I figured I needed incentive for you to let me in," he said with a smile.

"Alright," she said after a moment, opening the door. Graham smiled even wider at that and followed her through to the kitchen. She got two glasses out of her cupboard as he unscrewed the top of the bottle and began to pour. Then she saw what wine he'd chosen and she froze.

"Oh God," she said under her breath, the White Burgundy label now clear to her. "This was a really bad idea. You should go."

"What on earth did I do wrong?" Graham said, bewildered completely. "I've only been in your house a minute."

"I'm going to ask you something," she said quickly, before she could think better of it. "Is your last name Pearce?"

His shocked face was as good as an admission. "How did you know?"

"I work with your father," Ruth said quietly. She didn't mention that she was hopelessly in love with Harry, or the fact that had she said yes to him a couple of months before that she could very well be Graham's stepmother by now. She thought that might be a bit too much information.

"Has he been having me followed?" Graham asked.

"No!" Ruth said surprised. "It's a complete surprise that you showed up here. I haven't even mentioned you to him. I had a brief look on the database…"

"Of course you did," Graham said in a dark voice.

"There's nothing there," Ruth said. "I am good at my job, and even I couldn't find anything."

"Why were you looking into me?" Graham asked bluntly.

"Because I wanted to know if you were Harry's son," she said honestly. "I'm sorry."

"There's more between you than work though isn't there?"

"What do you mean?" she asked quickly. He stared at her, waiting for her to elaborate further. "Yes, alright now tell me what you mean."

"The way you said his name. Makes it painfully obvious," he said rolling his eyes slightly. "Oh God, I've made a fool of myself haven't I?" he added quietly.

"No," she said. "I actually feel flattered that someone quite a few years younger than myself would be interested in me, if I'm being honest."

He smiled at her. "Do I have any chance…?"

"Sorry," she replied. "I can't really explain but your father and I… Its complicated."

"It always is with him," Graham said honestly. "I don't want to make your life more difficult."

"Thanks," she said with a smile. "I am sorry."

"Forget it," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Although you are way too good for him."

"You don't even know me," Ruth replied.

"Mm, maybe," Graham said enigmatically. "I'll leave you in peace." She didn't say anything but saw him out to the door. However what happened next made both her body and her brain freeze completely. Harry was standing on her doorstep, hand raised as if to ring her doorbell. Ruth's eyes flicked between Graham and Harry, both staring intensely at each other and she waited for the storm to hit.