Ruth/Harry. 100 words. Episode 4x03. Not my characters.
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"Am I going to have to stop sending you into the field, Ruth?"
"What?" She is tired, bruised, and the last thing she wants now is a debriefing. Surely it can wait, she thinks as she looks up at Harry.
"Every time I do, you end up either kidnapped or shot at." Despite the teasing note in his words, he can't quite hide the relief in his eyes.
Ruth warms at his words, and her smile is genuine. "Ah, well perhaps I am safer here. On the Grid." With you is left unsaid.
He squeezes her shoulder, then walks away.