Night

Ruth tidied up the living room, lifting the kitten as he tried to snooze on the sofa.

"Fidget." She cuddled the little kitten as she wondered what Harry would think of her little house. She bit her lip silently wondering what would happen. She knew Harry trusted her but this was different. This was her home. She had always felt safe. Lonely often but always safe. Now she had let some of her work cross the threshold. Harry. She closed her eyes, thinking of him on the rooftop. He had been right, of course. The ultimate responsibility for their safety was down to him. She shook her head wondering how one man could bare it all.

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Adam walked through the cemetery, glad that his mum was there for the weekend. He didn't want to explain to Wes why he was being palmed off on strangers. He paused as he reached the marble headstone he had been walking towards.

"Fi." He whispered as he read the inscription on the headstone. Even in death she didn't have her real name. Fiona Carter - beloved wife and mummy. Always missed. And a set of dates below. She'd lived with the lie for so long even Wes didn't know her real name - that she and Adam weren't legally married. He sat opposite the grave, his head on his hands.

"Colin's died." He whispered to the grave. "Before you ask; Wes is fine. He's happy with my mum. Colin was murdered." He looked up. "God, I wish you were here. I need you Fi. I need someone to talk to, to make all this make sense. Harry is on the warpath, Malcolm is beyond furious, Jo cries. A lot. It's her first death on duty, Zaf is weirdly quiet, Ruth barely says a word unless it's to Harry and the new girl, Ros, you knew her at 6? She's like an ice maiden. She's cold. Really cold. Clinical. The Section has lost its heart and it's killing us all."

He stood up, wiping away a tear.

"I miss you. Every second. Every day. Fiona." He touched the cold marble. "Look after him, up there." He kissed his fingers before touching the gravestone. "Love you." He turned, walking away still unsure of what his next actions should be.

Xxxxx

Ruth picked up the copy of her favourite DVD, slipping the microfiche she had hidden in it. Slipping it up her sleeve, so it sat under her watch she turned sharply at the sound of the back door clicking. Fear gripped her immediately- wanted guests didn't just break into the back kitchen. Glancing around for a weapon she paused as she heard a familiar voice.

"Harry."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." He smiled slightly as her eyebrows shot up.

"Don't break into my house then."

Harry looked away.

"I thought I would be followed. Your back door had no security on it. Ruth, anyone could break in!"

"Apparently so."

"Ruth." His voice dropped as Ruth bit her lip, one hand going to her necklace.

"Sorry. Tea?"

Harry smiled as he nodded. He blushed slightly as she slipped past him, brushing his hand she dropped the microfiche into his pocket. He sighed; silently wondering if something could happen between them or if he was just a dirty old man. Shaking his head he pushed all thoughts of relationships and romance out of his head. He knew she had imploded when Danny had been killed - he was determined she wouldn't do the same this time. He needed her.

Xxxxx