Natasha folded her arms as Catherine pressed the play button on the computer. She was acutely aware of Adam stood behind her as they watched the grainy image fill the screen. She watched as the images settled so she could see herself stood on the steps of the bank as she went through her bag.

"If you were the intended target." Catherine paused as Natasha shot her a look. "You were in the direct line of sight from where we now know the gunman to be. He could have killed you while you were looking in your bag."

"Thanks." She huffed as Adam smirked. He knew he had been right to keep her as a sleeper officer. Sleepers were invaluable to field officers like him. Catherine changed the image slightly so that Malcolm could be seen heading from the local Tesco towards the bank. He seemed to acknowledge Natasha before stepping around an elderly lady who had appeared from the doorway. Catherine swore as Malcolm could be seen to step back while the elderly woman stepped out. A second later he could be seen lurching forwards as the first bullet hit him. Natasha could be seen screaming as people around them flew into a panic. A second bullet missed her by inches before a third hit Malcolm in the thigh.

"I know." Adam paused, remembering the day Fiona had been shot. "I know its hard but is there anything. Anything that you think we might not have seen. You were there, Tash."

"Dunno." She frowned as her dark hair fell into her eyes. "Take it back a few seconds."

Catherine did as she was asked. "Ok. There."

"What?" Catherine asked. Natasha bit her lip for a moment.

"There." She pointed at the screen. "That window. The one right by my head. Is that a reflection?"

"Of your head?" Calum asked as he joined them. Natasha glared.

Catherine ignored both her friend and her husband as Adam began to reproach him. Instead she focused in on the image.

"Tariq? Can we enhance this?" She sent the image to his screen. Tariq rolled his eyes.

"Rearrange the words - Eggs, Granny and Suck Teach."

"Oh everyone is a bloody comedian 'ere." Natasha snapped. "Seeing someone get shot in front of you might be a daily thing for you lot but it ain't for me. Ok!"

"Malcolm is my Godfather." Catherine spoke quietly as Natasha closed her eyes. "I was shot in the spine right where Adam is stood. Its not a daily thing and it does bloody hurt." She kept her eyes on the screen. "Can we get on?"

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Ros walked alongside Harry as they headed to the large office at the end of the corridor. She hated the man leading them with a passion. To her, he was pompous, self absorbed and had no idea what being a spy in the 21st century actually entailed. He was a relic, a left over of the James Bond mentality that Ros and the majority of other female staff hated. Harry kept his eyes on the other man until they entered the plush office.

"This is really most irregular."

"Agreed." Harry remained standing even though both he and Ros had been offered a seat. Ros leaned against the door, glaring at Marcus.

"I am sorry to hear about your officer but you must admit, members of Section D do tend to find themselves in need of the NHS rather a lot." He smirked until he felt Ros' glare on him. For a moment he remembered how she got the nickname Ice Queen.

"True, maybe something to do with my Section being out in the field. Actually being hands on." Harry paused. "We tend not to misplace or lose service weapons. You know that in itself, if unreported is a criminal offence. If it is reported it is at the very least a disciplinary matter."

"And yet nothing has been reported." Marcus smirked.

"The surgeons pulled two bullets out of my colleague." Ros stated. "You may know him. Malcolm Wynn-Jones."

"Ah yes. That name is somewhat familiar."

"I bet it is." She narrowed her eyes at him, pushing herself away from the wall. Harry glanced at her, effectively warning her not to push any further. Jefferies looked away, trying to calm his nerves.

"He was not on duty. He was minding his own business when a gun firing bullets assigned exclusively to your service was used. One bullet hit the wall, a centimetre to the right and it would be in his skull." Harry continued. "I'd be here, with the police arresting you for aiding and abetting a murderer. Now, thankfully that is not the case but you are hiding the fact that either you have an officer gone rouge or you have a missing service weapon and ammunition. As you said earlier. Neither is a good look."

Jefferies sighed as Ros glared at him.

"What do you want?"

"Information." Ros stated. She handed him a photograph. "Who is this gun assigned to? And where are they now?"

"You could get this information without all this." He snapped. Harry nodded slightly, a smirk crossing his lips.

"Oh yes, we could." He agreed. "But then I wouldn't get to see you squirm. You know more than you are telling us. And I promise you, Marcus. If my officer does not pull through I wont let this go. I promise you I will take down every single brick in this building until I get the truth." Harry turned, walking to the door as Ros approached the spindly man.

"If I were you. I'd co-operate." She smiled sweetly. "I dread to think what could happen if my friend doesn't get through this and we found out you were hiding the person who shot him." She walked through the door as Harry held it for her before following.

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Ruth rested her forearms on the barrier around the roof of Thames House. She was still in shock at the news but knew she had to talk to Harry the moment he got back to the Grid. Knowing what to say would be the biggest hurdle. Neither of them were good with words but somehow she had to find them, expecting Catherine or Will to tell him wasn't fair. She closed her eyes as she thought about the information she had found. None of it was fair, none of it was right. She knew Malcolm was the one person none of them thought would be hurt in the line of duty. He was a desk officer, like her. But unlike her he rarely ventured further than the main Grid. He kept to what he was good at. She shook her head as the door to the roof opened.

"Zoe said you were here." She turned as Harry approached them. "Zaf has taken Natasha home. Adam has put surveillance on her flat."

"Good." Ruth sighed. She liked the coffee shop owner, always had. Now she had been brought back into the darkness of their world she felt sorry for her. She watched Harry walk towards her. "Are you alright?"

"Yes." He smiled slightly. "Ruth?"

"No, no I am not." She closed her eyes as she felt his hand on the small of her back. "Harry."

"Talk to me." He whispered as she turned to face him. "Ruth?"

"Sarah called. She's at the hospital still. Malcolm made it through the surgery."

"Thank God."

"He's in a coma." Ruth frowned. "Harry, they warned her of brain damage and ..." Harry pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly as she clung to him. Pulling back she looked him in the eye. "I also think we have a suspect. A reflection in the window behind Natasha on the CCTV."

"I see."

"Harry I am so sorry. I am really so sorry."

"Ruth?"

"The woman in the reflection." Ruth sighed as Harry held her hand, the wind blowing her hair in her face. "Its Juliet Shaw."