Well I seem to be on a fanfic writing roll so here is part two much earlier than expected. Its amazing what can be accomplished with an empty house...

"Are you sure the doors locked?" Harry asked.

"I'm an intelligence analyst, one of the best in the country. I think I can work out when a doors locked." They both sighed individually. "I'm sorry, that was snappy," Ruth said.

"Yes," Harry said in a quiet voice. He opened his desk draws looking for the spare set of keys while Ruth watched. It took five minutes or so but he realised they weren't there.

"Damn it, someone's planned this out. The keys aren't here."

"This is ridiculous," Ruth said shaking her head. "We have jobs, we have things to do."
Harry privately agreed and picked up the phone. "Erin, yes we seem to have a problem. Someone has locked the office and we can't get out."

"We?"

"Ruth and I," Harry explained.

"I see," Erin said. "For the record, this is not my fault. I'll work on getting the keys back."

"Thank you." Harry put the phone down feeling very uncomfortable in a confined space with Ruth. Especially a Ruth who wasn't speaking to him.

"Give me the keys," Erin said standing in front of Dimitri's desk.

"What keys?" he asked in an innocent voice that didn't fool her for a second.

"Dimitri…"

"Not a chance," he interrupted. "I am sick of the tension between the two of them, something needs to be done."

"Mm, and how do you think they'll react when they eventually get out of there and realise you were the one locking them in?"

"Maybe if they actually talk there won't be a problem," Dimitri said looking at the computer. "I'm working, do you mind?"

"This is your own funeral," Erin warned.

"I know," Dimitri said with a grin she found hard to resist, in spite of Harry's temper that he was risking unleashing. Erin smiled and thought maybe he had a point. She'd give them an hour anyway before trying again.

"Ruth, would you say something?" Harry asked. She was sitting on the sofa in total silence.

"What would you like me to say?"

Harry sighed. Clearly she wasn't going to make it easy "Anything."

"What's the point?" she asked, her eyes catching his. "You don't value my opinion anyway."

"That is not true," he said.

"It is Harry," she replied. "I always think there's something there between us, and then you go and prove me spectacularly wrong every time I let my guard down."

"Give me a for instance?" Harry asked, surprised and hurt by the level of disappointment she was showing. He knew her well and knew that she probably felt double what she was displaying.

"Lucas," she said simply. "You've known me for nearly ten years, you know I don't do things lightly. And yet you chose to believe him over me. Anyway, we're not… together or in a relationship. So you don't owe me anything at all. No explanations, nothing."

Harry took a deep and steadying breath. "I never meant that to be a choice," he said honestly. "I thought… oh it doesn't matter."

"No tell me," she asked in a softer voice.

"I thought that Lucas was in trouble, I honestly did, like you. But I also thought he needed our help rather that being spied on. I didn't think that would help, and I didn't think you were wrong either. It was not a choice of him over you."

"Well, I'm glad but I still don't think you trust me. Because you don't Harry, you just don't and after all this time that… hurts." He could tell that admission was not easy for her. He felt horrified that she believed that. He got up from behind his desk and closed the gap slightly, standing in front of his desk watching her.

"I do trust you. I think I trust you more than anyone else who's ever been in my life. Most of the time I trust your judgement more than my own."

"I can't believe that," she said sadly. "Why would you propose to me if you don't trust me and for Gods sake why would you do it in a graveyard?"

"I was stupid," Harry said bluntly. "I saw you leaving me, slipping away and I couldn't cope. So I did the most stupid thing in my life. Because now you won't talk to me."

"I am talking to you. I have been for a year since that," Ruth said.

"But its not the same is it? You're so distant now."

"Do you really blame me?" Ruth asked surprised. "You have never once told me how you feel about me. Not once, even though I'm desperate for you to, you don't seem to realise it."

"Ruth, its so hard for me to put things into words. I don't find it easy but if you want to hear the truth, the truth is I love you."

"Don't tell me what you think I want to hear," Ruth said quietly, looking at her hands and shaking her head. "Just don't."

"It's the truth," he said, his heart breaking when he thought that she didn't believe him. It had taken him so long to say that and now he had she didn't believe him. He felt as though he was breaking from the inside out.

"How can you love someone when you don't trust her?" Ruth asked. Harry wondered if she was aware that she was skewering his insides with every word. "Because you don't tell me everything important about yourself." Harry knew what was coming next in this conversation. Sure enough he wasn't disappointed. "Elena Gavrik. And she's just one thing really. How can you explain to me that you were sleeping with a Russian traitor for years, fallen in love with her, and then neglected to mention it to the woman you say you currently love. I'm just here Harry. That's all. I'm a woman in your workspace who cares for you more than I should, so you react to that. All the women you have relationships with, you meet through work. I can't be one of the many Harry. I won't do it."