Nov 05, 2008 09:29
Harry. 100 words. Episode 3x01. Not my characters.
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Spook cabs, he thinks. Leave it to Ruth to start recruiting taxi drivers.
It is the one thing he has been able to smile about since this whole mess began. He doesn't want to think about Tom or Oliver or watching Carmen Joyce put a gun in her mouth. He doesn't want to think about why his shoulder aches or why he is so tired. He doesn't want to think about how close his department came to falling apart.
So he will think of Ruth instead, and thank whichever gods were smiling on them when Carmen climbed into the taxi.
spooks,
drabble,
harry pearce,
ruth evershed