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Epilogue

"Ruth Pearce." She closed her eyes as she heard the familiar voice on the other end of the phone. She was vaguely aware that Harry was watching her still. "What? Adam calm down."

Harry walked across the Grid and continued to stare at Ruth as she frowned. He wanted to know exactly what his senior case officer thought he was doing phoning Ruth when they were waiting for the one phone call that could change their lives forever. The fact Adam didn't know that was completely irrelevant to Harry at that exact moment in time. He was about to take the phone from Ruth when he saw her smile.

"Of course I will. Adam stop worrying, of course Wes can stay with us tonight. Tell him to go home with Nick after they have been to rugby. Look after Carrie." Ruth rolled her eyes as she heard Adam begin to panic over the phone. She briefly wondered if he had been like this after Fiona had Wes. The thought was dismissed from her mind as she felt Harry rest a hand on the small of her back.

"I'll tell him. Adam, Go." She sighed as he said his goodbyes and hung up.

"Adam?" Harry almost whispered as she nodded.

"Carrie went into labour this afternoon. They are at the hospital now." Ruth met his gaze.

"I didn't think she was due yet."

"She isn't. Thats why Adam is having a panic attack by the sounds of things. I agreed we'd take Wes for the night. The baby isn't due for another month." Ruth sighed. She was worried about the younger woman, she knew how terryifing it was to have a baby so early. She prayed that Carrie and Adam were luckier than she had been with Chloe.

"Bloody Hell."

"Exactly." Ruth stared at the floor.

"Ruth, it's 5:35. We should go." Harry watched as resignation seemed to pass across her face. For a moment she reminded him of a condemed man waiting to recieve his fate. Harry took her hand in his own, they both knew there was no way the hospital would ring with news. Not that type of news at least. She nodded curtly as Harry touched her face.

"It'll be alright, Ruth. You are going to be fine." Harry hoped he sounded more certain than he really was.

"Harry, we're spooks. None of us get the happy endings we want." She looked away as Harry pulled her into his arms and kissed her hair as she buried her face in his shirt.

"This time we will. This time." He tried to keep the tears out of his voice but he knew that Ruth heard them.

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Sarah sat on the sofa in her living room as Malcolm placed the mugs of tea on the coffee table in front of them. Nothing seemed real. Her brother was dead and she was home. Her older brother was gone, there was nothing she could say to him anymore. He had died, seemingly by his own hand.

"Rhys would never commit suicide." Sarah spoke quietly as Malcolm sat next to her.

"Sarah."

"I know him. He would not kill himself." She turned to face him. "I just know he wouldn't and you know as well as I do that there is no way you can trust what we will see on the death certificate."

"Have you spoken with Bethan?"

"According to her, I killed him. My coming back here killed him. Even Ellen is refusing to talk to me at the moment. Says her mother and the children have to be her priority at the moment. And that I have got you."

"Well, you have you know." Malcolm watched as the tears sprung to her eyes. "Got me that is. The rest of it is grief stricken nonsense but you do have me, Ellen was right there." Sarah nodded slowly as he drew her into his arms as she cried.

"Why can't I hate him? He shot you. He killed that poor girl? Why can't I hate him?" Malcolm closed his eyes as he felt her tears soak his shirt.

"He was your brother."

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Ruth stared out over the London skyline. The hustle and bustle of the Londoners below her seemingly a million miles away as she thought over what the doctor in the hospital had told her. The knot in her stomach was still there. She knew the news should have sunk in but she had no way of working out how she felt. The grey clouds gathered as she felt Harry wrap his arms around her from behind. The kiss on her neck made her smile.

"Adam called. Baby girl. Isabelle Eleanor. 4lb 5 oz. Brown hair, blue eyes. Carrie' fine too. Isabelle is going to be in SCBU overnight to be on the safe side." Harry couldn't help but smile as Ruth rested her hands on his.

"Good."

"Seems to be a day for good news." Harry winced as she tensed at his words. He knew that she wasn't really thinking about the new baby or her own news. She had been in Sarah's position and he knew she was thinking about her and the rest of the team.

"For some." She closed her eyes as the clouds lifted, both literally and metorphorically.

"Benign. I think that is the best word I have ever heard." Harry kissed her neck as she rested her head back against his shoulder.

"Not cancer." Ruth smiled. "I was convinced, after Dad, Auntie Jess. I was just convinced I would end up the same way. I mean Dad was so young and so full of life. I know Jess had ADHD, the way she ran around the place - always on the go and such a fitness freak. And yet," Ruth shook her head. "So I just assumed."

"Ruth." Harry tightened his hold on her. "You are safe. We are ok, you are healthy and according to Mike if I keep behaving myself I should have a few years left in me yet." He chuckled lightly.

"I should hope so." Ruth opened her eyes and looked out across London. The image of a rainbow in the distance seemed to giver her hope that Harry was right. "What about Jools and Tessa?"

"He has probably climed under whatever stone he emerged from." Harry followed her gaze. "Tessa will turn up."

Ruth turned in his arms as he loosened his grip. "I think she will. Rhys was murdered."

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"She'll be back." Ruth was certain. Harry nodded. He knew Tessa well enough to know Ruth was right.

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Across London Lucas watched as Ros dozed on the sofa, seemingly unaware that he was there. The baby in his arms smiled gummily as Amy climbed on the sofa next to Ros and rested her head on her mother's lap. Lucas couldn't help but smile. Amy was a miniture version of Ros, she had inherited his dark hair but she was like Ros in every other way. He handed James the bottle he was carrying as Ros stirred.

"Hello you." Amy smiled

"Shorty." Ros ruffled her hair as Amy narrowed her eyes in a perfect imitation of her mother. "Any news?"

Lucas shook his head.

"No, Tessa still hasn't shown up. Interpol and 6 are also interested in speaking to her but we have no idea where she is. She can't hide forever Ros."

"No." Ros nodded. "Tessa Phillips will be back, we just have to be ready for when she is."

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A/N Well that was that.! Please let me know what you think. Grenade will be up soon :D One final review would make my day.