I can never seem to get spooks out of my mind at the moment. Random HR rambling, once she has made the decision to work for Towers. Have read no spoilers but watched up to 10:3

Ruth was at home. She put down the food for her cat and sighed, looking out of the window. It was six in the evening and she had nowhere to go. She had been working for the Home Secretary for two weeks now, and she has never known loss like it. This is almost worse than when she left the country five years ago. Harry. The one thing, the one person who's always on her mind. She hadn't expected it but it got worse from the moment she left Thames House on that grey Friday afternoon. But it had.

She thought that if she didn't see him everyday, if she could manage to get away from him physically, then the pull he seemed to have over her would vanish. It hadn't. She would never have believed this a month ago but it seemed to have gotten worse. Every moment of the day, she wondered what Harry was doing. What he was thinking? Did he ever think of her? Now that she got home at a decent hour she had even longer to mull over him than she ever had before. Longer than was good for her emotional health, she thought wryly.

Working for the Home Secretary was easy for her. It was simple. No lives were balanced on her shoulders. Not today, and probably never again. And she found that a part of her missed it. Not the death, never the death but the sense of success and accomplishment she felt when she got something right. When they stopped bombs from going off. When people were saved because of her work.

But she could only think of work for so long. And then her mind went back to Harry again. Over the past few days she realised that none of it mattered. She didn't care what Harry had done in the past. She simply didn't care. It paled in comparison to the feeling she was currently experiencing. Loneliness and the fear that she would never see Harry again. Just the fact that over the last few years she had been able to see Harry everyday. That she'd been able to speak to him everyday had been a thing that she looked forward to. And she hadn't even realised it until it had been taken away from her. The fact that it was her own choice made it somewhat worse.

Her thoughts went round in circles for hours until she decided it was feasible to go to bed and try and get some elusive sleep. She frequently found it difficult to drift off these days. Just as she was managing it, her mobile phone rang. Silently cursing she picked it up. "Hello?" she said tiredly. There was no response. She sat up, her spy instincts coming into play. "Hello?" she tried again. She could hear someone breathing down the phone and she knew it was Harry. She couldn't have explained how, but she just knew. She paused while thinking what to say. Wondering why Harry had called and wasn't saying a word. Wondering why now. "Is… Are you in trouble?" she asked in a slow quiet voice.

"I have to see you." Ruth felt her breath catch as Harry's gorgeously familiar voice washed over her.

"Where?"

I was planning to leave this as a one shot but now I'm not sure. What do you think?