Disclaimer I do not own Spooks. Also thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed so far. I'm not getting many reviews for this so I am assuming its not great but I have to finish it before I write anything else for Spooks. I may finish the series with this story. Although that said I have an idea for a story surrounding a Summer Ball - if I'm being forced to go to these things (unless I can get out of it!) these guys can too!

Escape

Harry got to his feet, trying to ignore the blood in his mouth and the bruise around his ribs. Every breath felt like he was being stabbed in the chest, but that wasn't important. Nothing mattered in that moment apart from getting to Ros. He silently begged a God he believed had given up on him years ago that his friend would be ok.

"Ros?"

"Urgh." Ros mumbled as he rolled her gently onto her back, shaking her shoulder. He smiled slightly as her eyes opened and glared at him.

"What happened?"

"Tessa." She tried to push herself up on her elbows and winced. "Hit you with the gun."

"Guessed that." Harry touched his hair line gingerly. "I'll live. It's you I'm worried about."

"Don't." Ros gasped as she realised her back was a mass of wounds, with her shirt caked in dried blood. "I'm fine. I am always fine."

"Ros."

"No, wasting energy." Ros glared. "Tessa and her little nephew are going to pay for this." She watched as Harry nodded and smiled. Ros was still Ros. They still had a chance.

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Lucas swung the car into the staff car park behind Whitehall, knowing William Towers would not be expecting a visit. He could barely contain his anger. Tessa Philips had caused his family and friends more trouble than she was worth.

"Keep your head." Alec stated. "We will find Harry and Ros. You know that."

"Towers is involved in this. I know he is."

"Yes, I reckon so." Alec agreed. "But if he is either the monkey or the organ grinder it doesn't matter. We have to get him to talk to us. You going in there looking like you want to throttle him won't help." Lucas nodded. "And you doing the worried husband routine is not going to help Ros either."

He opened the car door, walking away before Lucas could answer.

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The bar was empty when Natasha walked in. The wooden bar stools lined up ready for the next set of customers. Glancing at her watch she headed over to the bar.

"Three bags of crisps. Cheese and onion. One diet coke, one orange juice and a lemonade please." She fished a £20 note out of her purse.

"Ok, Luv." The barman yawned as he nodded to where Erin and Zoe were sat down. "Your friends waiting for you. I'll bring these over."

"Thanks." Natasha smiled. "Look, I'm waiting for someone. If she comes in, can you tell her where we are?"

"Who you waiting for?" The barman yawned.

"Tracey." She smiled. "Blonde hair, my height?"

"Aye, if I see her."

"Thanks." Natasha walked towards the other women, hoping the barman hadn't heard her pulse which she was sure was beating out of her chest. "Right." She sat down. "What time are you meeting her?"

"Supposed to be now." Zoe looked around the dishevelled pub. "We know she wont be here."

"Yeah." Natasha bit her lip. "But my idiot brother might just turn up."

"It'll be fine." Erin stated calmly, her long dark hair falling over her face. Her t-shirt and denim skirt making her look a million miles away from the professional spook.

"Here we go."

She paused as the bar door opened. Zoe cursed, hoping Adam had seen the man enter and was prepared to get back up if needed.

"This is not good." Erin stated as she watched the heavily tattooed man approach the bar while a scrawny man with a tattoed forhead walked towards them.

"No, this bloody isn't." Natasha got to her feet. "You two keep quiet, or we'll all end up in A&E. I know our Lee. I can deal with him."

"Sis!"

"Oi, keep that quiet." Natasha glared. "'ave you been 'ome? No. Ave you been in touch since you got out of prison? Of course not. I'm only your bloody sister. Why would you want to tell me you aren't dead in a ditch?"

"Calm down."

"No I will not." Natasha grabbed his arm before pulling him to the side of the pub, pointing at his Swastika tattoo and generally giving him a hard time. "And what the Hell are you doung 'ere? Eh?"

"Dom said."

"The filth are gonna sv you. I dun believe even you are as thick as you pretend to be! Mum drop you on your head did she? Dominic doesn't give a shit about you. Tracey does. You should be with her, poor cow not in here waiting for the amazing Dominic Brewer!"

"You dunno what you are talking about."

"Well then idiot brother. Explain."

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Ruth stared at the "Eyes Only" file on the table in front of her - desperately wishing she could access her computer. Everything took so much longer but she knew Calum and Malcolm were doing their best to get them back online. Biting her lip she opened the red file.

"Oh no." She blinked as a grainy black and white photo slipped out the file. "No. Not this. Anything but this." She glared at the photo knowing that if they didn't find Harry and Ros soon there was a high chance they never would.

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