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Chapter one - resolution

Beth looked around the deserted Grid. In the last few weeks they had been busier than ever. It seemed the assorted terrorist groups had got it into their heads to make sure Section D had a lousy Christmas. She silently worried that New Year would be the same.

"Penny for them." She smiled as she heard the familiar voice of her boyfriend.

"I've been here nearly five years." Beth sighed.

"Never a dull moment." Dimitri's smile was infectious, she couldn't help but smile back.

"No, not since I posed as a Russian hooker on a hijacked ship with you and Lucas there." Dimitri rolled his eyes.

"The start of a beautiful relationship." He laughed before kissing her check. "But you're ok?"

"Yeah." She looked round as Ruth and Harry entered the Grid. Neither looked particularly happy. Harry nodded to the young couple before heading to his office.

"Any plans for New Year?" Beth asked as Ruth turned her computer on. Ruth shrugged her shoulders.

"Keeping him alive. I'll settle for that at the moment."

"Blake?" Dimitri placed a cup of coffee on her desk. Ruth glanced up gratefully.

"Blake, Tessa, nightingale , the redbacks, AQ, Isis, pick a terrorist organisation that doesn't want to kill my husband. It'll save time." She grabbed the mug from her desk and winced as the hot liquid burned her throat. Dimitri smiled as Beth raised an eyebrow, seeing Ruth visibly angry with her husband was rare. Annoyed slightly and worried were far more common occurrences.

"Ruth, what is it?" Dimitri asked quietly.

"Nothing. Honestly." Ruth smiled slightly as Zaf, Zoe and Adam arrived for work. Within minutes the Grid was a hive of early morning activity. Ros stared at a computer screen as Calum tapped away. Lucas made coffee as Zoe, Erin and the others prepared Goethe early morning meeting. Ruth glanced towards the inner office, aware that Harry was talking to the current Home Secretary Pauline Crowther. She genuinely liked the politician who seemed to understand how dangerous antiterrorism was in the 21st century. It was a novelty to see Harry ale to work with another politician - not jealousy. No, Ruth told herself it was definitely not jealousy.

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"We have too much going on to focus solely on the now undead Nicholas Blake and Nightingale." Harry stated as Ros stood in front of his desk. Ros remained deadpan.

"We'll have more on our plate if you get killed."

"Ros. As endearing your concern for my safety is."

"Bull. This is not concern, it's practicality. You getting yourself killed will cost us Ruth."

"I'm starting to feel a little offended." Harry smirked, knowing Ros was focused solely on the running of the Grid. She glared.

"Good. Because its already affecting her, I don't know what is going on with you and I don't wish to. But sort it before you either get yourself or her killed." Ros turned marching out of the office towards the briefing room, knowing Harry would call the rest of the team to follow.

Harry looked out over the office. Ruth avoided his gaze as she spoke on the phone, the handset of which was cradled between her shoulder and jaw. He had no idea who she was talking to but it was clearly serious. Frowning slightly he watched as she ended the call, wondering if Ros was right.

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a/n please review. Will this be the end for our favourite spooks? Shall I go on?