Dec 16, 2025
LEO BILL AS CORPORAL ERIC WOODS | MI-5 | S2 E8 (PART 2)
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Spain
seen from Philippines
seen from Brazil
seen from China
seen from Canada
seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from United States
LEO BILL AS CORPORAL ERIC WOODS | MI-5 | S2 E8 (PART 2)
At Thames House, the morning meeting had just split up. “Tom? Stay behind for a moment?” Harry asked.
The team leader nodded. Harry waited until everyone had vacated the room and the door had been shut before speaking again. He walked around the chairs until he and Tom stood at the door together. “I’ve been meaning the congratulate you on the promotion.”
“Thank, Harry. Even though we both know that it just comes with more paperwork. Nothing really changes around here.” Tom replied, tucking her hands into his pockets.
“Since all the paperwork is finalized and all there is to do is the official swearing in…. there is something that I need to tell you as part of your promotion.” Harry said.
“Yeah? Is this where I get to know what happened to Princess Diana?” Tom chuckled.
“Not quite.” Harry replied, not returning the smile. “I wish there was a better way to tell you this, but there isn’t a good way honestly. About ten years ago, the government became aware of the existence of magic users, or to use a more common term, witches. Since you’re being promoted, you might run into some situations and having this knowledge, you’ll hopefully be better equipped to deal with it when it happens.”
Tom frowned. “Are you putting one on, Harry? What the hell is this?”
Harry drew in a breath. “I’m deadly serious, Tom. There are real-life, magic using, sometimes criminal, witches running around the UK. It’s not a joke.”
Tom laughed at the absurd notion. “Come on, Harry! Are we talking complete with pointy hats, brooms, and warts?”
Harry didn’t laugh at the joke.
“Magic isn’t real.” Tom tried again. “It’s all slight of hand stuff.”
Harry ignored him. “I want you to sit down for a special meeting with Section B. They’ll fill you in on the rest.”
“Are you being serious right now?” He frowned.
“Yes. Someone will come and collect you when it’s time.” Harry told him. “Don’t ask questions, just go. Listen to what they have to say, and then come talk to me. And I don’t think I need to tell you that this information is need to know.”
Tom nodded, feeling a little bit shaken at the news. But still unable to shake the feeling that Harry was pulling some sort of practical joke on him.
Read all chapters on ao3: Spooks (MI-5) Spooks & Spells
Unknown Element:
The phone rang and Harry snatched the receiver up without looking at the caller ID. “Yes?” He asked briskly, eyes still scanning the document in his other hand.
“Short and to the point as ever. I've always liked that in you.” A woman’s voice come through the receiver; her voice was sultry, coy, teasing. “How have you been, Harry?”
Harry froze and slowly lowered the paper in his hand to the desktop. He knew that voice, but it couldn't be her. The last time they had crossed paths, he had won. He had won and she'd lost; which mean that she was supposed to have left London. This had to be some sort of a joke.
“To whom am I speaking with?” Harry asked briskly as he leaned back in his chair. His voice had gone flat with suspicion, cold with anger. He heard it and resolved that was the last time his tone would reflect that particular emotion.
“Aw. I’m hurt, Harry. You don’t remember me?” The female voice continued. Nope, no joke it was her. She did sound hurt but Harry knew that she was acting. Julia Green - professional burglar and assassin – did not get hurt easily.
And how could he ever forget her? Every meeting was carefully documented and stored in the archives. Every job she had ever pulled, every job she could pull, her skills, her professional likes and dislikes. Everything conceivable was carefully recorded in a thick file that Harry had copied and kept hidden in his personal safe.
“Julia. What a surprise.” He replied dryly. “To what do I own the pleasure?” He looked up through the glass into the empty office: everyone had gone home for the day. Too bad. He would've had someone trace the call. By tomorrow she would be gone.
“You sound happy to hear from me, Harry. That's good. I thought you would've bore a grudge after our last meeting.”
“I still do.” Harry replied. “You handed me the intelligence and then ran, leaving me to get shot at. I may never be the same again.”
She laughed. It was the first thing that sounded real in the entire conversation. “I've always enjoyed your sense of humour, Harry.”
“What do you want, Julia?” Harry asked. “You can't be calling just to catch up for old time's sake.”
“I heard you lost something and need some help getting it back.” Julia replied. “A disk? With all sorts of top secret government files? Ringing any bells?”
“What of it?” Harry asked casually.
“I just thought I’d just pop by and tell you it's location. That is if you still want it back.” Julia said offhandedly. “There’s a lot of useful information on here. Information that you wouldn’t want to fall into the wrong hands.”
Harry leaned forward in his seat. She had gotten his full attention now. Bloody hell; she had the disk! Where was Tariq when you needed him?
“Back?” He managed to ask evenly, ignoring Julia’s last statement. “Does that mean you stole it in the first place?”
Julia laughed. It was light, almost carefree. “If I had, would it make a difference?” She asked.
“Of course it would.” Harry replied. “When you come to collect the reward, we’ll put you in jail for stealing from the British government.”
“Do you always have to put a damper on things, Harry? She asked in an annoyed tone. “I don't steal from the government, you know that.”
“How noble of you.” Harry replied sarcastically.
“Don't get your knickers in a bunch. I acquired it while I was on a job. When shall we meet? Tomorrow if it’s convenient?” Julia asked.
“Does this mean you’re ready for jail time?” Harry replied. “If it does, I have some people that would love to talk to you about some of your previous jobs.”
“Now you sound almost like your old self.” Her tone was happy again. “You know that there'll be no jail time until you're sure of what I know. Usual place; tomorrow, say tenish?”
“How do I know you really have the disk?” Harry asked.
“Blue case, red lettering. Operation Handshake. Any of this sounding familiar?”
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ten tomorrow?” He asked in resignation.
“I'll be waiting. I don't think I need to tell you to come alone; and unarmed.” There was a click.
Harry held onto the receiver for a second and listened to the buzz. Then he reached out and gently put the receiver back into the cradle. Ten o'clock. Hours away, but somehow he knew that he wouldn't be sleeping tonight. She always seemed to know just how to mess up his schedule.
Read all chapters on ao3; Spooks (MI-5) Unknown Element
Posting this for #NicPic Day 14 Adorable interview with Nicola from 2011, discussing Ruth Evershed.😍
#NicPic Day 7. Nicola as Ruth Evershed in Spooks. Absolutely impossible to pic just 1 Ruth pic, so bonus today.🥰
So cute😍One of my favourite Ruth episodes. Season 3 Episode 5