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Sex, Lies and MI5	By : gallygaskins Category: S through Z > Spooks (BBC) > Spooks (BBC) Views: 2137 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1

Handing over the required money the lone figure at the bar took her drink and sauntered through the pub. The locals' hangout was still relatively quiet, the early evening throng having dissipated, allowing her to make a well educated choice of where to sit in order to get the best possible view without getting noticed.

She drew the collar of her black Mac up a little despite the roaring fire in the hearth, sipping at her drink as if she had never experienced the sensation before, patiently waiting for her prey. Several voices pricked at her senses as she felt a cold draft on her legs from the large swing door being opened as several people walked in, the men traipsing over to the bar as the women found a couple of tables and began pushing them together. She gulped at her drink; it wouldn't be long now for her to take her opportunity.

She looked to the two women, one young one older, probably near her own age, both blonde but she recognised neither. They had now settled into the bench seating and were awaiting their companions to rejoin them, laughing and joking about who knew what.

Observing the bar she noticed Malcolm straight away still wearing his customary beige Mac and flat cap, and Harry too in a long black woollen affair just taking his leather gloves off so that he could pay the barman for the round of drinks they had just bought. Her eyes roamed to the figure of a young man carrying a couple of glasses over to the table, a protégé of the older woman's maybe from the way he was simpering over her, but then she was strangely beautiful too.

Protégé, now there was a word. The last time she could ever remember using that term was when ... No, she wouldn't think of it.

Another drink? They were waiting for someone else, an empty stool earmarked by Malcolm's coat. Another blast of fresh air against her legs and Harry's generous signalling allowed her the opportunity to take in the figure of a man as he passed through the pub to their table, a bunch of flowers in his arms.

She nearly dropped her glass, grasping tighter until she knew it was safe on the table in front of her, "you're supposed to be dead," she whispered to herself closing her eyes to the tall frame and dark hair that was oh so evidently Lucas North. She heard him speak, "sorry I'm late, traffic was horrendous. Happy birthday, Jo." He passed the flowers over to the younger woman getting a chaste kiss on the cheek for his trouble.

She grabbed out at the woman in front of her, "what do you mean, Elizabeta?"

"He's dead. Lucas is dead. He was tortured so badly that he couldn't cope anymore."

"I don't believe it. I won't believe it. I must speak to Harry."

"It would do no good, just believe me, Elise. Lucas has gone. Now perhaps we can both get on with our lives."

"Hah," Elsie laughed, "I can't believe you. How could you? You were never worthy of his love, you sucked it out of him never giving him as much in return and what? Spit him out now because he is of no use to you anymore. Lying no doubt broken in an empty prison cell waiting for the scars to heal before they start to torture him again."

"Elise, please believe me, I have been reliably informed that Lucas is dead."

"No, Elizabeta, the moment I start believing Lucas is dead is the moment ..." she stopped, tears filling her eyes, she pointed to her heart, "is the moment I can't feel him in here."

But that wasn't the reason she was here, she had another task ahead of her. She bit back the threatening tears and the heartache waiting for the moment when she would be able to convincingly make the pass she needed to. They'd all recognise it, she knew that, after all they were all spooks and even though she had long since been within the service the methods never really changed. She took another long draw on her drink before deciding to make her move.

Harry got up slipping the heavy wool from his shoulders, it was now or never. She got up from her seat and unsteadily moved toward him as if she had more to drink than she'd actually had, a slip of paper concealed within her left hand. Staggering forward she made for her target bumping into the unsuspecting Harry, palming the paper into his pocket making sure that he would feel the movement. He looked at her but she moved onward ignoring the quizzical eyes and the taunts from everyone else around the table bar Malcolm.

She made her way around the corner and towards the door, briefly noticing that Malcolm was looking at her as intently as Harry was in his still standing position. She found it difficult not to look but she needed to take the chance. As she pulled open the door she sought the familiar, incredible blue eyes that she had lost herself in so many times before, finding them as they watched from afar, a sad smile touching his lips as he seemed to recognise her. She mirrored his expression before disappearing out into the night.

She walked quickly, the heels of her boots clicking against the pavement as she moved toward the enclosed meeting place where she had instructed Harry to meet her. All she had to do now was wait.

.oOo.

"That was a bit shoddy!" Ros exclaimed.

"She's a little rusty, I'd say," Malcolm conceded, "not having done it for ...? What would you say Harry?"

Harry was smoothing out the note, "about 10 years, Malcolm." He began to read.

"Who is she?" Jo asked, excited at the prospect of Harry maybe having a mystery woman.

"Can we say?" Malcolm asked for clarification. "She's ..."

He was cut off by Lucas, still staring into his pint as he spoke. "She's my ex fiancée, Elise Wilson. Well Elise Gilbert once she'd married."

"Your ex fiancée?" Ros was surprised.

"Yes." Not another word was spoken on the subject and with the look on Lucas' face no one dared to ask. Quietly he turned his attention to Harry, "what does she want?" His voice calm and steady.

"She needs a word with me, has some information for me that will be of interest apparently." Harry got up from his seat and pulled the coat back over his shoulders. "I'm sorry Jo, I really must go and speak to her but I'll be back to help you celebrate." He smiled briefly as was his custom before he strode from the building and walked to the meeting point. As he rounded the corner into the park he saw her sitting on a bench a little way off to his left. She didn't flinch or move as she noticed him, obviously old habits died hard. He sat down beside her, his arm fastening around her back and bending his head toward her as if they were lovers. "Hello, firefly, you're looking well," he whispered.

"Hi Harry. I'm ok, as well as can be expected anyway. You?"

"I'm good. I think Lucas nearly had heart failure though when he realised who you were. I on the other hand, noticed you as soon as I walked through the door as, I think, did Malcolm."

"Always the spook, Harry."

"I could say the same for you." He held up the piece of paper.

"I knew I couldn't just phone you Harry."

He smirked, "it's obviously important, is it about Lucas?"

"Why would it be about Lucas? Up until ten minutes ago I still thought he was dead."

"Thought he was dead?"

"I never felt it, you know how we were, and I always believed that he was alive but it was still a shock when I saw him."

"I know. I was watching your reaction. If it's not about Lucas then what is it? I'm sure you understand the importance of my being at one of my personnel's birthday parties."

"Of course. I'm sorry about that. I'll keep this as brief as I can. Ruth wants to come home."

His steady gaze sought hers, "what?"

"Harry, Ruth wants to come home. She wants to come home to the only man she ever truly loved."

"She can't." He got up from his seat moving away from her.

Elise followed, "she can. Well, at least she thinks she can. Tom and I ..."

He turned suddenly. "Tom and you what?"

"We've been in contact with her; I've been to see her. She has been building up evidence to try and find out who 'Fox' is or was. Tom and I have been doing what we can with the limited sources that we have but we need help. No, forgive me, she needs help. She needs your help."

"Where is she?"

"Harry, you know I can't tell you that. Suffice to say she is safe and well but not very happy. She's asked me to give you a message too; she hopes you're looking after her cat for her."

He laughed, "yes I am, although Monty's not keen on sharing his house with a feline and numerous things have been broken when they've fought."

"That's good; she'll be pleased to hear it." She turned to leave.

"Elise?" She stopped looking back toward him. "How are you really?"

"I'm coping. It's difficult trying to run a home with a nine year old running around who acts like she's at least double her age. The job's shit but it keeps the wolf from the door."

"I'm only sorry I couldn't do more at the time."

"Harry it wasn't your fault and I'm not destitute. A little bitter that the government both Jim and I worked for decided to make an example of him and in so doing me as well. What really hurts though is that I can't support Rebecca more. She's way ahead of her classmates, she needs special schooling but I just can't afford it. She has her father's intellect and memory, Harry. What the hell can I do?"

"I'll have a think. I need to get back before I'm missed." He drew her close, "I'll speak to you soon, and are you still at the house you were in before?" She nodded, "Ok, I'll pop round for a coffee. Bye Elise."

She gave him a peck on the cheek, "bye Harry. Oh and tell Lucas that I'm glad he's come home alive."

"I will," they parted going their separate ways. From opposite sides of the square two lone figures stepped out from their hiding places. One disappeared up an alley way, the other crossed the square and followed in the direction of the woman.

When Harry arrived back at the pub he bought himself another drink and padded back over to the tables. "Where's Lucas?"

"He followed after you, Harry." Ros said, matter-of-factly.

"Oh, well. She can tell him herself then." He smiled, took a swig of his whiskey and settled into the party happy with the knowledge that he may just get to see his Ruth again.

.oOo.

Elise didn't have to look behind her to know that she was being followed, she could just feel it. And if that wasn't enough she could feel it was Lucas. She rounded the corner of the darkened street and walked down the tree lined avenue that it had opened out upon, she knew that about halfway along was an alley which ran into an enclosed square completely surrounded on all sides by new residential flats instead of the old Victorian brickwork houses that lined the streets at one time. The door of one building was closing slowly and she nipped in rounding the corner to go out of view.

She slid back against the wall into the dark recesses still able to see from her position should Lucas decide to move further into the square. She felt her heart in her mouth and her pace quicken as she saw his tall narrow malnourished frame edge slowly around the pathway looking for her before abandoning the chase and taking off in the direction he had previously entered.

Slowly she stood, unfolding the kinks and smoothing out her clothes before taking back out into the night. She took the opposite exit out of the square, walking through another until she was out on another street identical and parallel to the first. She breathed a sigh of relief and began walking again in the direction of her parked car, smiling wistfully at the loved up couple on the opposite side of the road and the mum and dad that passed her with seemingly hundreds of kids. She stopped and looked back wondering what it was to have a real family as well as the love of a good man. Perhaps Ruth was right to try and move heaven and earth to recapture something that she should already be enjoying and from the look on Harry's face it was apparent that he felt the same.

She sighed, how was it that she had missed out on all of that. She'd loved, once, only to have it ripped from her in a blinding flash and be substituted by misplaced trust and lies. At least through all of the agony she had Rebecca and no one could take the girl away from her. Rebecca was hers and hers alone and all she wanted was to be home with her especially now her errand was complete. She turned back and stepped right into another person. "Jesus." She called out, comically trying to regain an upright position and steadfast composure.

"And you were doing so well. Fallen at the last hurdle though it seems." The familiar dulcet tones of a voice Elise hadn't heard in so long, dripping like chocolate over her and turning her knees to jelly.

"Doesn't it!" She bit out, hurting herself a little as she wrenched herself from his tight hold upon her upper arms. "Lucas."

He loosened his grip allowing her her freedom, "hello, Elise. How are you?"

She rubbed at the forming bruises; she really shouldn't have pulled so hard. "I've been worse. If you'll excuse me."

"Has it really been that long?" He questioned his face null and void.

"I'm sorry? What on earth do you mean, Lucas?"

"I mean, we've hardly said two words to one another and already you're going."

"What is there to say? Everything that was said ten years ago was the finality for us, surely?"

"There's still bad blood then. I'd have thought that we could let bygones be bygones and become friends."

"Oh, did you? Is that what you said to Elizabeta?"

"She's remarried."

"I know."

"Got a son."

"Yes. Look I have to get home."

"You too, huh?"

"No, I never remarried after Jim. Never saw the point. I have a daughter at home with the babysitter. It's good to see you back and in one piece."

"She told you I was in prison."

"She told me you were dead, I knew you weren't. I'm sorry Lucas, I have to go." She edged away from him unable to turn herself away from the harrowing haunting look that was written over his face. She wanted to go back to him and pull him into her arms, instead she moved toward him, a hand fishing around in her bag trying to find a card. "Here, look if you ever want to chat give me a ring, maybe we could renew our friendship if we talk a little."

He took the card and looked it over before placing it into his inside pocket. "Thanks. I'd like that. You best go; I wouldn't want to keep you from your daughter." He watched her virtually run from him, why was everything he'd had before he'd gone to Russia now seemingly turning to shit? The only thing that seemed to make any sense at all was his job. He decided that he needed to find out a little history from the years he'd spent in prison and there was only one person he could trust to help him get it. He opened his phone and dialled, "Malcolm? Lucas. Look I know it's getting on but do you think you could meet me on the grid. I have a favour to ask."
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