Moving away from the fluff for a moment….

"Iterum per sensus Harry, iterum per sensus!" cries Ruth as Harry pulls her into his arms once more.

"Well, I think I can manage that!" growls Harry running a finger down the centre of her chest, down her navel and stopping just short of…..

"Harry? Ruth?"….. The unmistakable sound of Dmitri from the other side of Harry's door

Harry's finger stops short of its intended destination "Unless you want to be posted to Outer Mongolia immediately I suggest you go away!" snarls a distracted Harry at the door

"Sorry Harry… small crisis… I mean, quite a big crisis actually…sorry…meeting room, can you come?"

"I believe I already …." He whispers

"Harry!" grins Ruth playfully slapping his arm

"It looks like this will have to wait Miss Evershed" he sighs "and don't you dare sit next to me in the meeting room, I am not sure I could control myself!" says Harry, fixing her intently with his deep hazel eyes.

"Well, now there's a delicious thought…" muses Ruth as she locates her bra from Harry's doorknob

In the meeting room everyone is waiting as Harry walks in looking unintentionally like the cat that got the cream. About a minute later, struggling to make sense of her ridiculously tousled hair, Ruth wobbles in completely flustered.

Dmitri and Tariq, looking grave find themselves stifling a snigger as they look to their toes. Malcolm looks heavenward and Harry sits at the head of the table as Ruth moves to sit to his left with a smile.

"Right, what's the bloody emergency?" demands Harry, still trying to pat his hair down

"Thermobaric bomb warning in the Channel Tunnel" declares Dmitri

Harry and Ruth look at each in utter disbelief, remembering that ill-fated date all those years before.

"You're kidding? Who? Is someone making demands?"

"Yes, Asabiyah are claiming responsibility, in retaliation for Bin Ladens death"

"Asabiyah! I thought they'd be as glad to see the back of him as everyone else"

"Apparently not… they are asking for the extradition papers for all Al Queda operatives who have been arrested in the UK by 5pm tomorrow"

"Where do they want us to send them?"

"Pakistan"

"And they realise, with the raised threat level we need as much intel from these bastards as possible"

"Yes, they want them back before we can prise anything out of them"

"Any trains in the tunnel?" asks Ruth

"Two, one in either direction and they are both full. Both trains have been hijacked and have stopped adjacent to each other about 4 miles off the UK coast. The bomb is apparently on the incoming train in a Royal Mail truck" informs Dmitri

"Bloody Hell!" retorts Harry, grinding his teeth.

All thoughts of Harry and Ruth's lust filled tete a tete have vanished as they once again find a way to save their beloved country from a vicious terrorist attack. Tariq gives as much information as he has on the potential casualty list as Malcolm brings a mock-up of the situation to life on the screen.

"Right, Dmitri get onto Bomb Squad, Tariq, get the Home Secretary on the phone, Malcolm, as much intel on who's holding the trigger please and Ruth, come with me"

Everyone disperses quickly to their designated tasks as Ruth follows Harry back into his office

"Well, this is a bloody mess isn't it" grunts Harry as he shuts the door behind them

"Yes Harry, it is… I'll go and get all the intel on Asibayah and Al Queda's collaboration, see if we can figure out why they're doing this, OK?"

"Yes, but Ruth… I just wanted to say, you know before things get crazy again, I promise when all this is over we will celebrate properly. I mean that. I know my priorities now" He leans in and tenderly kisses her as his phone impatiently rings on the floor.

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