"You know its nice to come home from work early every once in a while," Ruth said as she curled up on the sofa with Harry's arm resting around her shoulders. They both had a glass of wine and Ruth was completely comfortable. However she could sense there was something on his mind. She knew he'd tell her when he was ready. His hand was stroking her hair absentmindedly. By the time Ruth finished her glass of wine he was ready to talk.

"I have to tell you something," he said.

"I guessed that from the way your brain has been ticking over," she said with a smile. "What is it?"

"About a year before you came back, I killed someone," Harry said. He kept his arm around her but didn't face her. "I shot the person responsible for Adam's death. A Russian, Arcardy Katchimov. I just couldn't bear the fact that he was laughing about getting away with Adam's murder. And we'd never have been able to prove it so… I shot him."

"Okay," Ruth said slowly.

"I just wanted to tell you. It didn't feel right hiding it from you. I never want to hide anything from you."

"I appreciate your honesty," Ruth said. "But I already knew that."

"How?" Harry asked with surprise.

"I'm not an idiot," she said, taking Harry's wine glass from his unresisting hand and took a sip. "I had a look into things I'd missed while in Cyprus. I guessed you had something to do with Katchimov's disappearance. It was too much of a coincidence that he vanished just after Adam died."

"It doesn't bother you?" Harry asked.

"In case you don't remember I shot someone last year," Ruth said as the memory haunted her for a second or two.

"We have a strange sense of justice," Harry said.

"It's not justice Harry," she said honestly. "It's called revenge. There's a difference."

"Yes, you're right," he said. He turned her face towards his and kissed her lips softly. "I missed you," he murmured against her skin. "Ever since I said goodbye to you at that dock, I missed you so much."

"I know," Ruth replied. "Believe me, I know." She kissed him again and stretched her body over his. This was incredibly comfortable as Harry's hands settled on the small of her back. Her hair was falling over his face and he loved the feeling and the scent of her so close to him. He never would get used to the feel of her skin. That was the one good thing about waiting so long to be together. They never took each other for granted.

K is for Kill. Thanks to mamzalini for the suggestion and I tried to make it as fluffy as possible! Please review!