Okay, this idea has been bothering me for ages and won't let me go. I am going to be mean. Sorry!

Ruth and Harry had been kidnapped and thrown into an underground locked room. They had no idea why they were there and had been left alone for the better part of three hours.

"Will you say something?" Harry said across the room to the dark shadow he knew was Ruth. They were both sitting on the floor and the silence had become very heavy.

"What would you like me to say?" Ruth said trying to hold it together and keep her fear from showing in her voice. She didn't want Harry to think she was frightened, even though she was terrified.

"Talk about anything," Harry said. He heard her shift slightly and move before she replied.

"I have nothing to say." Harry sighed and decided to be quiet. "I'm sorry," Ruth said after a moment. "I know you're only trying to help."

"Yes," Harry replied. He took a moment of consideration before doing anything else. He got up from the floor and moved closer to Ruth, knowing that he would never have done this in usual circumstances. He leant back against the wall and knew Ruth was next to him doing the same. Harry slowly reached out and took her hand in his. She was cold but he felt her grip tighten on his hand.

"I'm scared," Ruth whispered.

"I know," Harry replied.

"What do they want?" Ruth asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Harry said. He rubbed the back of her hand gently as time ticked slowly by. After ten minutes or so Ruth inched closer to him and leant her head on his shoulder. Encouraged, Harry put an arm around her back and pulled her close.

Harry thought this was incredibly ironic. He had wanted to hold her like this for years and it had taken unknown kidnappers to lock them in a freezing cold underground room for him to be able to touch her. After a few minutes she started shivering. Harry pulled her closer and she didn't resist. Under any other circumstances she would love how close he was holding her. It would make her heart race and her skin tingle with excitement. Ruth turned her head as she heard people approaching the locked door.

"Its okay," Harry lied easily, keeping his arm around her tightly. The door opened and two men came in accompanied by three bodyguards. Harry could feel Ruth's breathing become uneven and knew she was frightened.

"I want to know where Titania is," the man said simply in a Russian accent. Harry sighed, now knowing what this was about. Titania was a top level Russian spy who had been captured by MI5. They had gained a lot of valuable information from her. She had been turned and had willingly betrayed Russia once she had realised she wasn't going to be given back to them at any time in the near future. Her current location was higher than top secret. And Harry didn't know where she was.

"I don't know," Harry said truthfully, knowing full well he wouldn't be believed. He was proved right.

"I am aware that you are a good liar, Sir Harry," the Russian said with a raised eyebrow. "So you could either tell me or I will start to get very annoyed. And when I'm annoyed, I get violent. So I suggest you tell me where Titania is."

"I can't tell you what I don't know," Harry said simply.

"Fine," the man said. He nodded to two of his bodyguards who moved very quickly. They grabbed Ruth quickly and moved her to the other side of the room.

"No!" Harry shouted loudly and reached for Ruth. He was rewarded with a heavy punch in the stomach, which pushed him back on the floor. He could do nothing but watch.

"Third and final time," the Russian said, moving aside so Harry could see the fear on Ruth's face as she was flanked by two bodyguards. "Where is Titania?"

Harry sighed before answering. He honestly didn't know where their Russian traitor was but he knew they wouldn't believe him. "I don't know. Don't…" he had intended to say don't hurt her but he never got that far. One of the bodyguards had moved swiftly and grabbed Ruth's hand. He stretched out one of her fingers and hit it with a small bat. Ruth screamed as she felt the bone in her finger snap in two. Harry winced, hating the sound of her pain. Ruth stopped screaming but couldn't hold back her whimpers as the guards let go of her and she crumpled to the floor.

"I'll be back in half an hour," the Russian said. "Think about it, before I really start to get angry." All the men left the room and the door was swiftly locked. Harry immediately moved to Ruth's side and helped her sit up, leaning against the wall and trying to ignore the pain she was in.

"Come on," he said quietly to her, wrapping his arms around her, careful of her injured hand.

"I didn't think…" Ruth said breathing heavily. "I didn't expect him to hurt me so soon."

"I know," Harry said into her hair gently. "I'm sorry." Ruth started shaking violently and Harry held her closer, trying to warm her up.

"You don't have the information they want do you?" Ruth said simply.

"No," Harry replied. "I wasn't lying." Ruth swallowed trying very hard not to imagine what they were going to do to her when they didn't get the information they wanted.

"Its going to be okay," Harry said.

"Now you are lying," Ruth said a faint smile colouring her face.

"Maybe," Harry said. "I can lie brilliantly. Always have done, but I've never really been able to lie to you."

"I'm just perceptive," Ruth said trying to get more comfortable on the cold floor. "What are they going to do to me?"

"Ruth…"

"I can live with a broken finger," Ruth said quietly. "I can live with a bit of pain. But I don't know how I'm going to cope if…" Harry turned to her and kissed her with the main intention of getting her to be quiet. He didn't want to think of Ruth in pain. Ever. After a moment though, he kept kissing her because he wanted to. He desperately wanted to. He suddenly realised he was probably taking advantage of her so he parted from her reluctantly.

"Sorry," he said briefly, but he still kept an arm around her. He couldn't bring himself to let her go completely.

"Don't be," Ruth replied after a beat of silence. She turned to him and buried her head in his chest. In spite of the danger she was in, she revelled in the scent of him. To be this near him had been a dream of hers for years. Harry stroked her hair lightly.

"How's your hand?" he asked quietly.

"Don't talk about it," Ruth said. "Then I can ignore it."

"Okay," Harry agreed. He pressed his lips against her hair gently. And continued to hold her in the silence.