Prompt: text message. For Spooky fan. Thanks for the prompt :) And, as always, thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed so far. This one went a bit odd. Again. Oops.

"She has nothing to do with it, Harry!"

"That doesn't matter! The fact is, she might still know something. She has the potential to be useful to us."

"You can't just leave her in a cell."

"She's not in a cell."

"She might as well be." Ruth turned away from him, not wanting to look at him. Professional disagreements between her and Harry weren't uncommon – in fact it was important that they had them, to make sure they had all bases covered – but it was rare they rowed so vehemently.

Harry leant over his desk, fists pressing into the wood as he loomed towards her. "That isn't really top of my list of concerns right now."

"Holding an innocent woman against her will because her husband might or might not be involved in a terror plot? You don't call that concerning?" She could understand his argument, of course she could. The country had to come first. But at the same time, the country was made up of people. People like the woman stuck in their interrogation room even though she hadn't done anything wrong, other than marry an arsehole. She mattered too.

"Her husband maybe wanting to blow up a British landmark is, I hope I don't have to tell you, much more concerning than his wife having to make do with vending machine coffee for a couple of days." He was using his righteous tone of voice, the one that said I'm in charge and don't you even think of challenging me.

That tone of voice rarely filled her with sympathy for him. "She doesn't drink coffee," Ruth muttered, speaking to the desk and trying to rein in her temper.

"Pardon?" Harry was still looming, not bothering to hide the fact he was angry.

"I said she doesn't drink coffee. She's pregnant."

"Well, she can drink tea then." He jutted out his chin, entirely obstinate, even though the slight flicker of his gaze gave away his guilt.

Ruth looked at her watch. "Right. Fine. Unless there's anything else you need, I'm going home."

"Fine."

She turned and left the office, marching quickly away from the Grid and then out into the evening air. Her pulse was still racing and she could still feel the aftermath of adrenaline from their argument. She walked quickly towards the bus stop, but stopped abruptly in the middle of the pavement when her phone beeped, signalling the arrival of a text message.

She pulled her phone from her bag and pressed the button to read the message. She couldn't help the smile that threatened to spread over her face when she saw it was from Harry. Sorry for yelling. I hope our professional disagreement hasn't affected our dinner plans for tonight?

She sighed. She had half a mind to tell him that actually, yes, their professional disagreement had most definitely affected their dinner plans. But they had made a deal that no matter what happened at work, they would do everything they could to keep it away from what happened out of work. She wasn't about to let that deal crumble at the first sign of trouble, especially when he had just offered the proverbial olive branch. Ruth typed out an answering message and sent it to Harry. Bring some nice wine and I'll consider forgiving you. See you later.

Maybe, she thought, the day would come when a professional disagreement would spill over into their personal lives, but it definitely wasn't going to be today. Especially when he was sort of right about the whole thing – not that she planned on admitting that, at least not for a while.

Ruth was just getting on the bus when Harry's acknowledgement came through. Nice wine it is. Can't wait. Love you.

She smiled. Love you, too.

Couldn't resist the mush, there ;)

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