"Who's in with Harry?' Asked Beth.
"It's not Harry, it's Ruth."
"Where's Harry?"
"Out."
"So who's in with Ruth?"
"Don't know."
"Dimitri, remind me never to come to you for information again."
Harry's office door slid open and two unlikely looking visitors shook Ruth's hand and exited the grid.
She put her coat on and she too left.
An hour later, she returned, "Ruth, the DG's office just called. He'll see you now," said Beth.
"Thanks," and Ruth turned around, back through the pod doors.
"Oh and Beth, don't tell Harry."
"What's going on?" queried Dimitri.
"Don't know" said Beth.
Alec walked past them, "You're all bloody useless."
Harry came back from what had been an impromptu meeting in Whitehall.
"Where's Ruth?"
"Don't know," said Beth.
"Don't know," said Dimitri.
Harry turned to his office. He missed her. After three weeks of her being with him all day every day and even better all night, every night; a couple of hours away from her felt like Cyprus all over again.
Alec followed Harry into the office with a surveillance request that needed signing. He handed him the file and Harry distractedly opened it, dropping his pen in the process. Alec bent to retrieve it and handed it back to him smiling and then watched Harry put pen to paper.
"Thanks" Alec took the file and crossed to the door, "By the way, like the socks Harry."
Harry grimaced slightly "Present from James."
"Can't imagine it's easy to find Thomas the Tank in adult sizes."
"No, indeed" said Harry and sighed.