A/N: Talk about last minute! Wowza! As of a couple hours ago I wasn't planning on having this finished. I had literally the first two and the last two lines of this written. Nothing like the pressure of the last ep airing to get that writer's block out of my head. Thank you all for keeping up with reading this. It has been a pleasure to write as well as a pleasure to read your lovely reviews. You are all amazing, wonderful people for doing so. I hope you like the conclusion. Without further ado...Don't own Spooks.

Harry walked toward his office with purpose yelling out, 'Malcolm, my office. Now!'

The techie was more than a little nervous at the tone of Harry's voice whilst thoughts of obtaining a new wardrobe to accommodate the weather in Siberia entered his mind. Tentatively he entered the office, 'Harry?'

'Malcolm, I need you to acquire CCTV footage for interrogation room number 4.'

'Okay,' waiting for further instruction.

'When you have done so I'll need the past half hour wiped. I'll also need you to reset the counter accordingly and for it to appear as if Ms. Evershed and I are leaving a few minutes after Zoe leaves the room,' he waited a beat. 'Can you do that?'

Malcolm resisted the eye roll that threatened his oculus keeping his expression in neutral.
'Of course I can.'

'Good.'

A flash of the encounter entered his mind, thinking of the the damning footage he further added with the upmost zeal, 'I expect your assured discretion on this Malcolm.'

'Of course, Harry.'

Adding, 'Or Siberia will be the least of your concerns,' his eyebrow raised with intent.

Malcolm rose to leave the red room.

'I understand completely.'

'And Malcolm,' he said without raising his head from his paperwork. 'Thank you.'

oooooo

The pod doors swished opened as her heart hammered into overdrive. A proper spy, she thought...well almost. She was finally there and ready to impress the socks off her new colleagues and...boss.

Zoe, seeing her from across the grid, walked up and greeted her with a pile of files placing them in her arms.
Malcolm followed suit walking her around showing her through the stations, taking her to his work area handing off a stack of files from his desk to her arms.
Danny and Sam followed as well piling more papers onto her already abundant load.

Standing in the middle of the Grid she wondering when the next pile of papers would be stacked and by whom. And then he was there, right in front of her, just looking at her... a little longer than professionally acceptable.
When he spoke,
'Hi.'

'Hi.' she replied quickly.

'I see my officers are eager to take advantage of your expertise,' motioning to the chest high files in her arms.

'Erm, yes. I'm.. er.. ready to get to work on them as soon as someone shows me my work station.'

He was staring again he knew. But then again so was she. After a bit of an awkward pause leaving her cheeks tinged a lovely shade of pink he spoke, 'Oh yes, of course. Your station. Allow me.' he started walking as she was again ushered about.

His hand was in his pocket in a casual stance and she couldn't help but admire his stride. She noticed his tailored suit tapering across his broad shoulders. Remembering her hands pulling those very shoulders down against her on his sofa. She had an advantageous view of his well formed bum striding across the grid. Wishing she had had the chance to feel just how well formed it was. And she caught herself. This was her new boss! She wouldn't be permitted to think about him in such a manner, not on the Grid.
He turn to her when they reached the area. 'I hope this will suit your needs.'

'Oh yes, I'm sure it will be...' looking around the space noticing the clear view from her desk to his office chair, 'perfect.'
She smiled setting down the mass of files from her arms and there was another moment of silent staring between them. He smiled breaking the connection, 'Well,' clearing his throat, 'there will he a meeting in,' looking at his watch, 'five minutes. Meeting room. I'll see you then.'
With that he turned and walked away... No, correcting her observation, he strutted away.
She quickly flipped through the necessary files gathering them again in her arms and headed out in search of the meeting room hoping she wouldn't be late on her first day.

oooooo

The long day had finally ended. She was tired and weary and more than ready for a drink. She hadn't ever been in the place. Course she wouldn't have, 'The George' was exclusively for the members of the Service. Admiring the atmosphere a warm velvety voice alerted it's presence.

'Is this seat taken?' it said.

A warm smile spread across her features, 'As long as your not going to walk away with it.'

'I wouldn't dream of it.'

'Then, no, it's not.'

'Allow me to buy you a drink.' he said, ordering her a red wine.

Her eyebrows raised. 'That's rather presumptuous of you,' turning from him. 'How do you know I'm not waiting for someone.'

It was his turn for the raised brow.
'I don't. But if you are he'd be a fool to leave you alone waiting for too long. As the likes of me are bound to ascend. A lone beautiful woman in a place like this is just begging for cheesy chat up lines to be spoken.'

'Haven't heard that one before.'

'Well it was hardly a chat up.'

'I don't know about that. Chat up lines are suppose to strike conversations. I think this one has been properly struck.'

'I guess you're right.'

'You guess I'm right? You'll come to find that I'm always right,' she grinned.

'I'll come to find? That sounds like an offer to get to know you better and allow me to buy you more drinks.'

'Well, maybe it is,' she bit her lip.

'I hope so,' his mouth slightly opened as he glanced to her mouth.

Then their eyes locked. Neither dared nor wanted to look away. The intensity of the matter was far beyond what either expected. Unspoken mutual attraction was coursing through them. All the possibilities rushed to the forefront of their shared thoughts. And as she spoke he couldn't suppress his grin.

'I'm Beth, by the way. But you can call me Ruth.'

'I'm Giles. But please, call me Harry.'

'It's nice to meet you Harry.'

At that he took her hand and kissed it.
'Enchanted.'

She smiled.

oooooo

'So...'

'So...'

'Secret love affair?'

'Absolutely.'

The End

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