Ruth pokes her head around the door to Harry's office. "Got a minute?"

"For you Ruth? Of course I have a minute. What can I do for you?" Harry asks pushing his chair back from his desk. He loves watching Ruth when she has information.

"Well, there are several things you could do for me, but I have information about our operation right now, so whatever else I want will have to wait. I narrowed down the list and came up with one very possible group. I have Malcolm cross-referencing names right now." Ruth teases Harry.

"You are such a tease, Ruth. Do you have some time to yourself for a while?" Harry asks as he walks over to his sofa and sits down.

"I do have a little time since I don't have any more analysis to do at the moment. I'm going to go make a cup of tea. Do you want one?" Ruth asks watching Harry. He runs his hands firmly over his face.

"I would love a cup. Thank you, Ruth." Harry says tiredly.

Ruth comes back a few minutes later carrying two hot mugs of tea. "Here, drink that. You'll feel better when you get some tea in you." Ruth sits down on the sofa next to Harry.

"It smells so good." Harry wraps his hands around his mug and leans back into the sofa. Ruth leans her head on Harry's chest. Harry holds his mug in one hand and puts his arm around Ruth's shoulders.

"It's rare to get moments like this at work and I certainly didn't think we'd get that chance today. I think I'll order some pizzas for the team a bit later. They've been working very hard today." Ruth sips her tea slowly.

"Oh, that's why I love you so much, Ruth, my darling. You are so considerate of everyone else and you never think of yourself. It's so endearing." Harry leans over and kisses Ruth's cheek. He somehow knows exactly when she needs a little compliment.

"Oh Harry, that's not true at all. I just want to make sure that our team is going to stay focused and you can't do that when you're hungry." Ruth explains.

"You don't have to explain to me. Everyone here loves you because of the little things you do for them. Now, stop talking and come here and kiss me." Harry says firmly.

Ruth leans into Harry's chest and stretches up to kiss Harry. Harry's warm body envelopes her as they kiss. Normally Ruth would never engage in such behaviour at work, but Harry makes her feel as if she can do anything. When she pulls back from the kiss she glances down at her watch. "I should go get the pizza order before our colleagues starve."

"Ruth, send Mike out to pick up the pizza, so we don't have to have lunch delivered." Harry suggests.

"Okay. Would Mike really do that for me? He doesn't know me that well." Ruth asks Harry. Mike is Harry's driver, not hers, after all.

"Of course he would, Ruth. He likes you. If you asked him he'd do anything for you." Harry admits to Ruth. He knows what the next question will be.

"But Mike doesn't even know me! How does he know he likes me if he doesn't know me?" Ruth asks seriously.

"Because he and I would talk in the car and apparently when I fell asleep in the car I would talk about you." Harry admits sheepishly.

"Oh my God, Harry! How much does Mike know about the two of us then?" Ruth is shocked that Harry has been so open with his driver.

"He knows just about everything about us. When I had had a bad day and you and I had had an argument I would talk to him when I needed to vent." Harry says honestly.

"That's why I was getting strange looks from Mike in the rearview mirror last night, because he knew all about us already!" Ruth sighs.

"Well, not to worry. Mike will always like and respect you. Now, I thought that you were going to go ask what kind of pizza everyone wants." Harry says teasingly.

"So, I'll start with you. What kind of pizza do you want for lunch?" Ruth asks as she picks up a pad of paper and a pencil.

"Oh, I like salami, green peppers, mushrooms, and onions on my pizza, but I'm not fussy as long as there's no olives on it." Harry tells Ruth.

"That sounds yummy. I'll see what everyone else wants and then I'll be right back."