4

Harry ran a hand over his face. It had been an exhausting few weeks but they were finally on the home stretch. Her Majesty would finally celebrate her 90th birthday exactly as she wanted. He smiled slightly, there was no one more determined than the British monarch when it came to having the final say on what she wanted. He knew prime ministers that had been wary of her. He picked up his coffee mug, knowing if the last few PMs had been wary of the little old lady then MI5 had no chance of getting her to do as they wished. He swallowed the coffee, smiling to himself.

"Daddy is happy." Gracie decided as she clambered onto her chair. "Hello."

"Hello Squeak." Harry winked at his youngest child who giggled at her nickname. Curls falling in her face as she clumsily tried to reach for her juice.

"Bum holes!"

"Excuse me?" Ruth bit her lip as she walked into the kitchen. Nick shovelled rice crispies into his mouth as Ruth raised an eyebrow.

"Gray said it." Gracie stated.

"Say something nicer. Ok?" Ruth kissed her hair.

"She could have said worse." Nick teased before shovelling more cereal into his mouth. Harry nodded. His second chance at family life still amazed him.

"Daddy?" Gracie looked at him, her eyes wide like her mother's.

"Mum is right."

"Thank you." Ruth rolled her eyes. "It has been known. You were miles away."

"Something occurred to me."

"What? Look we've covered everything."

"I know. I just thought Ros and the Queen. There's a similarity there."

"Nick!"'Ruth began patting her son on the back as he inhaled his food.

"Ros and the Queen? Seriously?" Nick laughed. "Ros will love that. You comparing her to a pensioner."

Harry smirked.

"No arguing with either of them. Try not to aspirate your breakfast Nico." Ruth watched as he rolled his eyes.

"Yes Mum." He kissed her cheek before running off to meet Wes and Molly.

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"Comms ok?" Calum asked as he jogged towards Tariq and Malcolm. The older spook nodded. The Grid eerily silent bar the occasional tapping of keys from Ruth or Catherine's computers.

"Everyone in position." Catherine nodded. "The Met have detained two men that appeared on our watch list. Not big fish - known anti establishment protestors with possible links to militant groups."

"We can't just pick up random idiots." Harry stated as he walked out of his office. Ruth nodded.

"We didn't. The Met did. Spook cabs are watching for anything suspicious. Lucas, Alec and Adam are in the cars around the royals. Obama isn't on UK soil or in our airspace yet." Ruth tapped a few keys.

"Airforce One isn't our problem." Catherine frowned. Malcolm sighed.

"Yet."

"Beth, Erin, Zaf are in the crowd. William and Zoe are in the palace. We're good to go." Catherine smiled. Ruth glanced at her husband; hoping everything would go according to plan. It was the one day nothing could go wrong. Too much depended on them; the goalkeepers of antiterrorism. They had to catch the opponent's ball before it hit home. Zoe's voice on the comms caught her attention. It was showtime.

Xxxxx