Ruth switched her computer off at the end of a long day. Her personal workload had been light. There hadn't been a lot there to analyse but everyone else had had the day from hell. She walked into Harry's office and saw him pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. He hadn't had a great day.

"Just telling you that I'm going home," she said in a light voice. "See you soon?" she added with just the hint of a question.

"You're not going home," Harry said blankly.

"What do you mean?" Ruth asked confused.

"Its late, it's dark and it's dangerous on the city streets. I don't want you to go home alone."

"Are you serious?" Ruth asked bewildered at his sudden protectiveness. "I managed to survive alone in a foreign country for three years, I am perfectly capable of making my way home through the streets of London."

"I don't want you to," he repeated. "I just worry. I worry about you more than you could ever know."

Her anger faded a little as she realised how serious he was. How much he didn't want any danger to come to her. "How long are you going to be then?"

"You're not going to fight with me on this?" he said surprised. He knew her well enough to know that she never gave in easily, especially when her independence was at stake.

"No," she said softly, leaning over his desk to kiss his cheek lightly. "I know you only worry about my safety because you love me."

"I do love you," he said with surety, holding her hand tightly. But she didn't need him to tell her that. She already knew from the way he looked at her, from the way he touched her and every little thing he did everyday. "Sod it," Harry said suddenly. "Lets go home now." Ruth smiled and withdrew her hand from his grasp. He suddenly felt bereft and he quickly got up, needing to touch her. He pulled her into his arms, her back against his chest, him breathing in the intoxicating scent of her hair. One of his hands brushed her hair away and kissed the skin behind her ear deliciously slowly.

Ruth closed her eyes in bliss as she heard his breathing become a little uneven. She suddenly realised she was in danger from something else entirely. If Harry didn't stop soon, she wouldn't be able to control herself and she didn't want to be asked awkward questions about altering the CCTV at a later date.

"Stop," she demanded breathlessly. He stopped kissing her skin but his hands were feeling the hem of her blouse, lifting it to touch her bare skin. Her stomach. Her waist. And higher with fingertips running over her ribcage. "No. Seriously, stop it." Ruth repeated in a firmer voice. He turned to face her with disappointment etched on his face. "Believe me, I don't want you to stop, but I also don't want to be caught on CCTV doing something we will be doing when we get home."

"Point taken," Harry said smiling. He gave her hand one last squeeze before letting it go. Neither of them could wait to get home.

D is for danger

I actually planned for this to be D for dark but it evolved without meaning too! Please review and make my day!