This is definitely reaching it's sell by date. Short chapters as I think I've nearly said it all.
The pod doors whooshed open.
Harry and Ruth stepped out together. But this time they stepped out from the same pod.
Beth and Dimitri said nothing, they were very new but they knew enough to recognise that something had changed.
Tariq appeared from round the corner. He grinned but said nothing.
"Briefing room, five minutes," said Harry and he turned to Ruth, "and for anyone who's in any doubt, this is my wife."
He winked at Ruth and walked off to his office, pulling her by the hand.
"That was all rather neanderthal," said Ruth smiling.
"Face it head on, I'd say, Ruth. Beisides which, I've been dying to say that since Paris."
"Well, you've said it now. Feel better?"
"Yes, considerably. I think I'll say it daily."
"You've run out of people to say it to, Harry."
"Then I'll find more, even if I don't know them."
She laughed.
"Are you happy, Ruth?"
"Am I…?"
She was surprised by the question.
"Are you?"
"Harry, there is no one thing, nor any combination of things that could make me happier than I am right now."
"Maybe you'll change your mind later."
"Why, what happens later?"
Harry raised his eyebrows and walked from the room.
"Harry Pearce!" Ruth called from behind him.
He smiled and so did she.