He knows?
Harry stared at the report Jo had left on his desk earlier. He knew it was important. He knew he should be concentrating but he couldn't get his mind to focus on the latest information on the Bendorff Group.
"Sir?" He looked up to see Jo in front of him. "I did knock."
"What do you want?"
"Lucas called in requesting back up. Ros is with him. Tariq has the police on route." She watched wide eyed as Harry nodded. "Oh and Ruth called."
"I see."
"She said not to disturb you but that she'd see us all tomorrow,"
Harry nodded, smiling slightly and followed Jo in the main Grid.
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Ruth stared at the wall of her depressing safe house flat. She knew she was lucky to be able to go back to work. Her mind kept trailing back to her phone call with Jo earlier. The young blonde woman had been delighted that she was starting work the next day. Smiling slightly Ruth knew at least one person would be happy to see her. The book on her lap lay there abandoned as she thought about someone else would be happy to see her back. The words of the counsellor ran through her mind. She knew Dianne was right, things couldn't go on. They'd been arguing and sniping at each other since her return. If they were to work together it had to stop. She had to clear the air.
Xxxx
Harry fed the cats, poured himself a small glass of scotch and sat on the sofa. Scarlet curled against him, sensing he needed some comfort.
"Strange times, girl." Scarlet looked up at him. "She's back. I collect her paperwork tomorrow. It's good." The dog licked his hand. "I'm a foolish old man. But you still love me.', eh?" Scarlet yawned resting her head on his lap. Harry smiled sadly as the little terrier drifted off to sleep.
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Ruth cursed the English weather as another car rushed past, splashing her with frozen rain water as she swore. Her hair plastered herself to her head as she pulled the sodden coat tighter. She cursed the fact she hadn't been given her driving licence back, that at least until tomorrow she was officially still dead. No licence meant no car. The late hour meant the bus didn't stop as close to Harry's house as usual and she was left with a ten minute walk in the November air, in the rain with no umbrella and shoes she should have left in Cyprus.
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Harry closed his eyes. The alcohol left untouched on the coffee table. Scarlet had long since made her way to her bed as the cats snuggled together. Suddenly his eyes snapped open. The rain beat against the windows, cars drove past, headlights intermittently illuminating the room. But something was wrong, there was another sound. Getting to his feet he heard the gentle knock at the door. His pulse quickening he made his way to the door, aware that he could be in danger.
"Get a grip, Pearce. Death squads and burglars do not knock." He opened the door to see Ruth shivering as she did a very good impression of a drowned rat.
"Ruth?" He stepped back to let her in. "You're soaked."
"It's raining."
Harry smiled as he ushered her in.
"That's why you're such a good analyst."
"Harry." She held his gaze for a moment. The door behind her clicked shut.
"Ruth." She closed her eyes as he said her name. She swallowed hard as he took a risk and stepped nearer to her. "Why are you here?"
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A/N ok so it looks like a chapter 3 is in the making ?