This idea floated into my head this afternoon when I was listening to Keith Urban's "Days Go By" and surprisingly Jake Owen's "Barefoot Blue Jean Night". Now no worries I am going to keep updating "I Spy the Apocalypse" as well. I just wanted to get this idea out there and see what ya'll think!

She looked into his office. She listened and watched him scream into the phone at who knows. These days everyone set him off in some way. She took a deep breath and knew this was the right time to go in and tell him what she has had on her mind. She made her way to his office and didn't even bother knocking. He was about to snap but didn't. He turned and looked at her.

"Can I help you Ms. Wyatt?" Harry growled and turned to his computer. Erin shut the door and stood in front of Harry. He didn't look up. She stood tall and wasn't afraid to say what she was about to say.

"I think you should take some time off Harry."

His gaze left the computer and turned to meet her gaze. She was serious. He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I don't need the time Ms. Wyatt no matter how many times you all suggest it."

Erin took a deep breath and as Harry's gaze went back to the computer, her gaze turned to the window and met Dimitri's. He nodded and Erin turned back around to face Harry.

"I disagree, Dimitri disagrees, Calum disagrees, and so does the Home Secretary," Harry's head snapped and looked at her when she mentioned Towers. Now she had his full attention. "You haven't been the same since... since Ruth died and it is effecting your work whether you see it or not. It's been over two months and I understand you're grieving, but you've been taking out your anger over the situation at us."

Harry looked out onto the Grid and saw Dimitri and Calum watching. When they saw Harry looking at them, their bodies suddenly moved towards the control room.

"I know you don't like hearing these things Harry," Erin continued. "But we're worried about you. Take the time now while you can before TRING decides to take action. We won't stop them if they try. Ruth wouldn't want you to stop living. She'd want you to be happy and this is certainly not happy."

"And you'd know what she'd want." he growls and looks away from her again. Erin bit her lip.

"For the little time I worked with her, yes I do. I worked with her when you were suspended. I saw the looks she flashed into your office, obviously memories coming back to her. She loved you and she'd want you to be happy and move on in your life."

Harry didn't answer. Erin's voice softened up and she moved closer to the desk. He didn't look at her.

"Harry, you've seen this pain in other people. You've seen it in Danny when Zoe left. You've seen it in Adam when Fiona died, in Jo when Zaf died, in Malcolm when Colin died, in Ros when Adam died, and in Ruth when Jo's died. Don't ask me how I know this stuff because I'd never reveal my source but the bottom line is you've seen it. When Fiona died, Adam carried on a meaningless affair with the nanny, Ros destroyed a hotel room when Adam died, Malcolm lashed out at everybody after Colin. Their pain is no different than yours and they all chose to work through it and how did it turn out for them? Adam got sent to TRING and Ros kept it bottled inside and destroyed what was left of her emotions. Take the time Harry. Come back when your head is in the game."

And with that, Erin left Harry's office and returned to work. He watched her leave his office and then he turned back to his computer to work. However, his mind wasn't in it.

"Would you like to have dinner one night?"

She looked at him. "I'm sorry?"

"Dinner. That is if you'd like to of course."

"That's... that's quite a conversation shift."

"But onto a rather happier topic than weapons of mass destruction or your naivety."

"I'm not naive."

"I booked a table, it's a place I think you'd like."

"Very presumptuous of you. I might have said no"

"Well I'll go anyway. Be like the Charlie Chaplin character waiting for the girl and making the bread rolls dance."

She smiled.

"What film was that?"

"Gold Rush."

"Ah, yes."

"You won't have to - wait I mean. I'd love to have dinner... together."

"That's good."

He closed his eyes and then opened them. He turned his monitor off and grabbed his jacket. He needed air. He needed to go for a walk. Erin watched him leave and sighed.

He walked along the Thames. The wind was blowing at him. Somehow he made it onto a bench. A bench he used to sit at with Ruth. He closed his eyes again and when he opened them he was startled. Next to him was Jo. He blinked a couple of times. She smiled at him. Her hair was longer, about the same length as it was when she first started working for MI-5. She was dressed in a white dress and her bangs were pinned back.

"Erin is right you know," she said. Harry just continued to stare at her. This must be in his head. "And before you ask yes. You're the only one who can see me."

"I..." Harry began, but Jo cut him off.

"Timing is everything. I believe someone once told you that. Someone a bit less naive than you."

Harry gave a small sad smile that didn't last long.

"Yes." he said. She looked away from him and looked at the Thames.

"Beautiful at times, isn't it?" she asked. He nodded. "Erin is right. You should take time, maybe go on that Grand Tour you've dreamed about. The capitals of major countries except The United States."

Harry shook his head. "No, I couldn't. It's a trip for two and the person in my dream is gone."

Surprisingly Jo smiled and looked at Harry.

"Sweet that you envisioned Ruth to by your partner in this trip. She'd want you to go Harry. I know she would."

Harry looked away from her.

"Then why are you here telling me this and not her?"

Jo stood up and stood in front of him. Her eyes were filled with seriousness, but her tone was soft.

"Take your trip Harry. In the order you told Ruth years ago. I know you remember the order. Take it... and maybe you'll find the missing puzzle piece of your heart along the way."

He did remember the order. Paris, Madrid, Rome, and Berlin. But Jo's last comment made him look at her, only to see she was gone. He wasn't sure what she meant by it. After all, this was all inside his head. He stood up and made his way back to Thames House with Jo's words still ringing in his head.