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Interference

Ruth stared at the computer screen as the Home Secretary folded her arms. Calum glared at Juliet, still not trusting the former Spook.

"Anything?"

"The Mosque was a definate target. Luckily the detonator was the only part of the device that was activated." Malcolm stared. "The Synagogue on the other side if London while still a legitimate target was a distraction."

"I see."

"We need you to go to parliament, tell the PM we have promising leads. That it won't be long until we have names and people in custody." Juliet frowned. Crowther pulled a face.

"Hold on, you have no clearance." Dimitri stated. "Why are you even here? Going for a third attempt on Ros' life?" The Home Secretary raised an eyebrow.

"Don't be so factious. It doesn't suit you." Juliet narrowed her eyes. "I'm here to help Ruth. Believe it or not I am not particularly keen to see Harry in his grave or these idiots taking control. Whatever I've done in the past I have very little recall of."

"Because you failed to blow your own brain out." Beth stated. Ruth buried her face in her hands before swearing profusely.

"All that matters is getting Moran back in prison. Finding Harry and Graham. I don't care about the past. None of that matters." She snapped as the junior officers fell quiet.

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"Graham." Harry rolled his son into the recovery position. "Open your eyes."

"Urghnf." Graham mumbled.

"Come on." Harry snapped "Open your eyes." He concentrated in his son's bloodied face, furious that he had taken a beating as well as been drugged. "Graham Pearce."

"No school today." Graham mumbled as Harry raised an eyebrow. It was reassuring to know his son was at least aware of his presence.

"Up." Harry remembered a million arguments when he had to get the wayward teen out of bed, usually when Jane had an attack of nerves and had taken to bed. "Now." He shook his shoulder.

"What the?" Graham blinked. His body ached as his heart began to race. "Dad?"

"You'll be fine."

" I swear I didn't." Graham looked around. "Dad I'm an idiot."

"But you're not that stupid." Harry watched as his son rolled his eyes. For a moment he couldn't help but see Jane in his son 's mannerisms. Frowning he saw the way his son seemed to struggle to move. He recognised the symptoms of withdrawal too well, it was obvious whatever he had been poisoned with Graham was coming down from a trip and he was coming down badly.

"Dad."

"I believe you. You are going to be fine." Harry watched as his son nodded. It seemed as though his son was weighing up what to do, vomit or try to move. In the end he chose the latter.

Xxxxxxxxz

"This place is barren." Mike looked over at Ros and Lucas as he sat next to Alec in the rear of the car. Ros narrowed her eyes , wondering for a moment how Adam and Ruth had ever survived being hunted by Moran. They already knew a journalist had been butchered and left to rot she had no idea how Ruth hadn't frozen with fear. As if reading her thoughts Lucas frowned.

"Survivors, both of them. So is Harry." He spoke quietly as Ros' phone sprang into life. Quickly she pressed the answer and speaker phones, allowing the other occupants of the car to hear.

"Section Chief Rosalind Sarah Myers."

"Speaking." Ros kept her tone even as she spoke.

"You have a choice it seems."

"No." Ros answered. "We don't. We find you, we stop you. In that order Moran."

The man on the other end of the phone laughed as Alec tried to trace the call using Tariq's latest toy.

"Ah bravado . I love it." He laughed. "The choice is continue down the path you are on and find two dead bodies or step back and find both Pearce men alive." Ros narrowed her eyes. There was no way they were letting Moran walk.

"Your daughter died for this." Ros spoke slowly, making sure every second counted. Alec held up one hand, counting down on his fingers. Mike sat next to him, appalled at the man Ros was speaking to.

"Linda Clare Moran aged 38, 5ft 6. Curly brown hair. Pretty girl. Tried to kill two officers but killed herself." Ros took a deep breath. "You blew up a quiet street, nearly killed a woman and child. You blew up a Mosque and now you try to get me to turn a blind eye." Ros shook her head. "Moran, be warned. If the rest of my team didn't exist I am still coming to get you." Alec nodded as she ended the call. Lucas smiled slightly.

"Well?"

"Barn and two garages five miles away. It must be what Zaf and Adam saw." Alec stated. "Idiot isn't even using a pay as you go."

"He's not an idiot." Ros started the engine. "And he's got Towers on his side. He's scum but he's not a complete idiot." Lucas looked out the side window hoping they weren't too late.

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"Adam." Zaf walked back to the car before throwing Adam a packet of crisps. "Zoe called, we're wanted back. Home Secretary is there and Juliet."

"Interesting combination. We know the wicked Witch of Whitehall is there."

"Yeah but Ruth has found something." Zaf smiled as he slipped into the drivers side of the car. Adam rolled his eyes. It seemed like they were finally getting somewhere.

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A/n please review. Next chapter Moran ups the game. Can Harry save his son? Will he see Ruth again and can Towers and Moran be stopped?