If you want, you can consider the last chapter the end. This one is probably a bit out of character but its fluffy fun which I couldn't resist writing. Hope you enjoy reading it too.

Ruth could feel sleep falling away from her but she held onto it fiercely. She pulled the duvet closer to her, wanting to slip into her dreams again. Her Harry filled dreams. She felt a hand on her back and smiled. Opening her eyes she looked into Harry's face with happiness.

"It wasn't a dream?" she said quietly.

"No," he said brushing his fingers through her hair lightly. "Was last night good enough for a dream then?" Ruth watched him smiling and she felt happier than she could remember being in a long time.

"You know I can't quite recall," she teased him. "Couldn't have been that mind blowing or I'm sure I'd remember."

"Oh really?" Harry said raising an eyebrow. "You moaning and panting my name repetitively all night long might argue that point."

"Mm," Ruth agreed, blushing a vivid red at the seductive tone in his voice that she couldn't possibly resist. Harry kissed her neck lightly.

"Maybe you just need a reminder," he murmured against her skin.

"That sounds… like an excellent idea," Ruth said slowly before all logic flew out of her brain.

Ruth had managed to fall asleep again but woke up when her phone rang. She reached across to her bedside table blindly and picked it up without opening her eyes.

"Hello?" she said sleepily.

"Ruth, where are you?" Beth asked sounding incredibly worried.

"I'm at home. Why?" Ruth asked sitting up and seeing Harry stir in his sleep next to her.

"Its half past nine in the morning and you're not on the grid," Beth said. "I was just making sure that you're okay."

"I'm fine," Ruth said. "You just interrupted a very good dream though. I must have overslept that's all. I forgot to set my alarm. I'll be in as soon as I'm dressed."

"Okay," Beth said.

"Anything else?" Ruth asked as Beth fell into an uncomfortable silence.

"We can't find Harry either," Beth said. "He's not here, he isn't picking up his home phone or his mobile. I know there's… a thing between you two and whatever, but I am really starting to worry and just want to make sure he's okay and nothing terrible has happened."

"Yeah, I don't think you need to worry about Harry," she said, not sure how to stop Beth worrying without telling her what had happened the night before. And she wanted to keep that to herself for as long as possible.

"Oh," Beth said. "Um… is there something you're not telling me?"

"No," Ruth lied.

"Okay, well I'll see you and Harry soon," Beth said. "And I promise to keep my mouth shut."

"About what?" Ruth said with her heart beating fast.

"You and Harry," Beth said simply. "I'm not stupid. Oh, and there's no desperately urgent terrorist threats here so you can take your time."

"Thank you," Ruth said sincerely, putting the phone down and staring at Harry.

"Everything okay?" he asked with a hint of worry over his face.

"We're late," she said simply. Harry looked past her to her digital clock seeing it flash 9:33.

"I haven't slept like that in years," he said honestly, making a move to get out of bed. Ruth reached for his hand.

"Beth says there's nothing urgent on the grid," Ruth said, not letting go. "Stay in bed for another five minutes."

"Five minutes," he agreed. Ruth snuggled into his shoulder and let his arms wrap themselves around her. "I'm sorry," he said.

"For what?" Ruth asked, feeling the tension in his body.

"For finding out what you were doing when you were in Exeter. It wasn't any of my business." Ruth wriggled in the bed so she could face him.

"Were you jealous?" Ruth asked carefully, knowing she was on a sensitive subject.

"Yes," he said simply. "If you want to spend time with someone outside of work, I'd rather it be me." Ruth didn't bother saying anything in response and settled for kissing his chest instead.

"How are we going to do this?" Ruth asked quietly when silence had spread out between them. Harry raised an eyebrow and she carried on. "How are we going to deal with us? I mean at work, what if it makes everything awkward on the grid? What do we tell people?"

"Slow down," Harry said stroking her hair soothingly. "If everyone else finds it awkward, then that's their problem. I refuse to let what they think affect the way I feel about you. Just let everything pan out. I think they'll catch on when we both turn up late and at the same time anyway. They're spooks after all. No one will notice anything different in the way I look at you because I always keep a close eye on you when you're on the grid."

"I had noticed," Ruth said lightly.

"Mm," Harry agreed. "The only difference is that I now know what you look like without any of your clothes on." This caused Ruth to blush vividly. She decided this was probably a good point in the conversation to get out of bed otherwise they would be at least another hour before they got to Thames House. "And now you're getting dressed in front of me," Harry said. "Tell me, how am I meant to concentrate on catching terrorists when all I'll be able to think about is what colour underwear you're wearing?"

"If you don't shut up, my face is going to be red all day," Ruth said buttoning up her blouse quickly, trying to force her blush to fade away.

"Okay," Harry said following her lead and getting dressed. Shortly they were both looking respectable again. Or mostly. Ruth smiled as she noticed that his tie wasn't straight.

"Come here," she said and reached over to adjust it. Her hands lingered on his chest for a moment. "We should go," she added. He nodded but they didn't leave until after they had shared a long and passionate kiss.