As everyone settled around the table, Adam tapped a few keys on the laptop he'd brought with him. A black and white image appeared on it of an older man with pock marks marring his skin.

"Ted Anders. 51 years of age. Born in New York City. Reports show he's been in and out of trouble over the years; both with US officials as well as International. He's been on our watch lists for some time as a low level threat. Sources picked him up entering the country nine weeks ago on a tourist visa with this woman who is thought to be his girlfriend."

Another image appeared on the screen.

"Kelly Roberts. Also American. Born in Florida. 37 years old. While she's not on any official watch lists, she is a known associate of our suspect. Many agencies believe she's the brains but no one has been able to verify this information. Our Intel on this Kelly is very limited but from what we've been able to gather is if you want something from Ted, you have to go through Kelly."

Harry leaned back in his chair, finger over his bottom lip as he listened to the information.

"How sure are we that he's the bomber?"

"As sure as we can be with the information we've gathered." Turning to the laptop, Adam tapped a few more keys and brought up CCTV footage from the night in question. "Colin and Ruth have been going over the footage from that night and he's the anomaly. We've received no definite intel that he was hired to do it; but what is an American with no political connections doing at a political dinner in London? We've gone over all the guest lists and he's not connected to anyone. He wasn't working; or if he was it was illegally; as he's not a UK citizen, nor is he here on any work visa."

"That's not enough to confirm he's our man."

"No but we did find this." Changing the video footage on screen, they watched as the screen suddenly showed the man in question entering the boiler room with three wooden crates. "This was taken the morning of the dinner - after security made their final sweep of the building."

Leaning forward, Harry steeped his fingers and watched the screen. With a sigh, he looked at Adam.

"It's still not concrete proof."

Adam turned to the others and nodded. "I know. We need to get someone close to him. Get a bug into the flat he's staying in. And I think the answer is through the woman."

"I volunteer for that assignment."

"Not going to work mate."

Looking at Adam, Zaf frowned. "Trust me, I could make it work."

"You're about twenty years too young. While it appears she's open to other relationships; including one night stands; our Ms. Roberts prefers...more mature men." Pausing, he lifted his eyes towards Harry. "How out of practice are your skills of seduction?"

Opening the door to the roof, Harry was greeted with a warm breeze. The chill of winter had officially passed for another year; and the sun was making a welcome appearance. As he let the door close, Harry turned to look at Ruth; leaning against the side of the building; hands lightly gripping the railing. She looked peaceful; relaxed; and he didn't want to disturb her.

"I can feel you watching me."

Shaking his head; a slight smile on his face; Harry crossed until he stood next to her. "Hi," he said, as though he hadn't seen her just twenty minutes prior.

Turning to look up at him, she smiled softly. "Hi."

"Are you alright?" reaching a hand out, he covered hers.

"Hmm. Yes. Why wouldn't I be?"

"You know why. I'm worried."

"Worried in general or worried with how I'll react to my husband having to seduce another woman?" Seeing his downcast look, she turned her hand over and squeezed his fingers. "I'm fine. Really. It's just...hard. You know my insecurities; and while I know it's only for work and means nothing, I'm scared."

Reaching the short distance to her, Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her against him. Eyes closing, he pressed his face against her hair. "You have nothing to worry about. I love you." Feeling her wrap her arms around his middle, he pressed his lips against her head. "And I'm not sleeping with her. You know that. All I'll be doing is making her think I want to."

"You'll still have to talk to her. Look at her. Kiss her. Touch her. Possibly even undress her."

"I won't lie and say you're wrong. The only way this'll work is if I make her think I want her. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to enjoy this or see it as anything but my job. There's only one woman that I want to do all that with and she's currently in my arms."

"I know I'm being irrational and insecure. I'm trying not to be; really I am. It's hard though to change a lifetime of habits." Leaning back, she looked up at him. "Just promise me one thing. Promise that you'll come home to me."

Leaning down, Harry brushed his lips across hers before answering.

"I'll always come home to you."

AN: Survive storm. Check. Avoid any kind of property damage. Check. Spend too much time obsessing about my lack life and the unfairness I wasn't born in a fictional world while said storm is occurring. Double check. Thank you all for reading, reviewing and/or PMing; the reviews I had this morning helped me to smile.