One More Last Chance - A Waking The Dead Fiction
Disclaimer – Waking the dead and all original characters belong to the BBC, I own nothing.
Starts 8 years ago, the cold case squad is newly formed and everyone is still trying to get along, without treading on each others toes. For the purposes of this fiction Grace and Boyd are younger than they were at the start, although I do not know how old they were at the start, but Grace is around 47, and Boyd about 45, so not much of an age gap.
This chapter contains a sexual scene, don't read if it ain't your thing.
Chapter 1 – Getting To Know You
Grace dropped her bag in the hallway of her home and hung up her coat, she headed to the kitchen and looked for an open bottle of wine that she had started the day before, and left in the fridge for today. She'd had a crap day, it started with a disagreement with Boyd and ended with an argument with Frankie, she had to admit she was seriously doubting whether she had made the right decision leaving Broadmoor for this job with the Metropolitan police departments newly formed cold case squad. She was working with people she didn't know, and who she wasn't sure were interested in her work, Boyd seemed like he couldn't give a toss about psychological profiling, yet she had a proven track record in the field she worked in.
She'd left work early, after a disagreement with Frankie had ended up in a major argument, that's the trouble with scientists they can only see facts, anything that can't be proven doesn't exist.
As for the disagreement with Boyd, sometimes he just wouldn't listen to her, so she'd left them to it, she had plenty of work she could be doing.
She'd been working on her latest book for some time when the doorbell rang, she hadn't noticed that it was already 8 o'clock, she wasn't expecting anyone, so was dressed casually. She opened the door to see Boyd standing in front of her.
"Boyd, what are you doing here?"
"Hi Grace, I um, I just wanted to apologise for earlier, it turns out your theory was right, Robert Campbell has a history of violent attacks, we've picked him up, and he's confessed to everything. Anyway, I just wanted to drop this off and say sorry, for not listening to you." Boyd held out a bottle of red wine.
"What happened to your face?" She replied noticing the cuts and bruises and general swelling on his face.
He smiled before replying, "As I said Robert Campbell has history of violence, he's quite a big bloke too."
"Would you like to come in for a drink?" she asked him hesitantly. "Unless you have plans."
"No, I don't have plans, I'd love a glass."
Grace headed into the kitchen to get a glass for Boyd, returning to the lounge where Boyd had made himself comfortable on her sofa, "You should get those looked at." She stated, noticing that he still had dried blood on his face, and had obviously not been to the hospital.
"They're fine, I'm a big boy Grace, I can deal with a couple of cuts."
Grace poured him a glass of wine, "Come through to the kitchen, let me clean your face up."
"There's no need, I'm fine."
Grace walked to the kitchen, and waited for him to join her, which he eventually did. He removed his jacket and sat on a chair at her kitchen table, Grace took out a first aid kit and poured some anti septic solution in a bowl, she then began to dab it against the cut's on his face, causing him to jump as the solution hit the open cuts on his face.
"I thought you were a big boy Boyd?" She said with a smile.
Boyd smiled at her, and then grimaced again as he split the cut on his lip again. "Very funny Dr Foley." He replied as she again dabbed his lip.
After cleaning Boyd's face, the two of them returned to Grace's lounge and sat talking over a glass of wine.
"So tell me about yourself Grace? We're trying to form a working relationship and we know nothing about each other."
"You know everything there is to know Boyd."
"All I know is what's on your CV, your a highly respected forensic psychologist, you spent a long time working with offenders at Broadmoor top security hospital, you've been married and divorced and have a daughter, but what's in between the lines Grace, what doesn't it say on the CV?"
"If I put it all on the CV you'd still be reading it."
"So talk to me, tell me about the real you, start with your Daughter, how old is she? What's her name? How do you get on?"
"She's 20, and she's called Juliet, but prefers to be called Jules these days, she's currently studying English at University with the aim of being a teacher, and as for how we get on, we don't, we argue every time we speak, she prefers to stay at her university digs, even during the holidays rather than come home and be under the same roof as me."
"See, how difficult was that, now I know your daughters name, and how old she is, and what she wants to be."
"So what about you, married with kids?"
"Divorced, and I have a son."
"How old is he?"
"He's 17 and he's called Luke, or he was the last time I saw him."
"What do you mean?"
"I haven't seem him since he was 15, he ran away from home, something he did a lot, but we used to find him one way or another, local police would bring him home, or I'd find him sleeping rough and bring him home myself, but he'd just go again. He stole from his mother and me, sold things from around the house, one day I'd had enough, so I reported him for theft. He was arrested and put in a young offenders institute. I visited him, but he told me he hated me, that he never wanted to see me again, I continued to try and visit him, but every time I went he refused to see me. He was 14 when he went in, and when he was released back to his mother at 15, he stayed just 2 days before he ran again, he's not been in touch with either of us since, and I now have no idea where he is."
"I'm sorry Boyd, I had no idea, bloody hell!"
"It's okay Grace, I've been living with it for a while now, you get used to it, doesn't get any easier but you do get used to it."
"Is he on drugs?"
"Yeah, he started taking drugs when he was about 12, started smoking weed, then he'd be on speed, taking ecstasy, next thing I know he's as high as a kite all the time, I dread to think what he's like now, what sort of crap he's taking."
"Do you still try to find him?"
"You never stop looking, never."
"How long have you been divorced?"
"5 years, my ex wife blamed me for Luke's behaviour, he hated me being a cop, he was ashamed of it, hated his friends finding out. Mary said I drove him away because of what I was, because I loved my job, and enjoyed being a policeman. What about you?"
"12 years, my ex husband was a GP, but he couldn't cope with the pressure that went with the job, and when he got stressed he developed a bit of a temper, he became a bit too handy with his fists, and I grew tired of walking into the proverbial door, so I left him, he always made the usual apologies and promises afterwards, but they never lasted long."
"What about your daughter, did he ever hit her?"
"No, he saved the special treatment just for me, thankfully."
"Did you stay in touch with him, for your daughter?"
"For a while, but then he moved to Scotland, his contact with Jules became less and less, and now she doesn't hear from him at all."
"So we're both experts in failed marriages and difficult children, what's next?"
"What do you do to unwind?"
"Unwind, what's that?"
"What you do after work, you remember Boyd."
"Oh that, well by the time I've finished work I'm usually too knackered to do anything, on the weekend I tidy up, I do my laundry and shopping, occasionally I mow the grass, feed the fish, all the normal things people do at the weekends."
"You only feed the fish at the weekends?"
"Are you meant to feed them more than that?" He replied with a smile.
"So is that all there is to know in the world of Boyd?"
"Yep probably, so what do you do after work?"
"What other than drink copious amounts of wine with men I barely know."
"Ah, so you make a habit of this do you?"
"Sadly no, most of my times is taken up with work, I write books, I do research, write papers on the research, etc. etc. etc."
"Bloody hell Grace, all work and no play springs to mind!"
"That's rich coming from you."
"I've got my fish Grace."
"Not for bloody long if you don't start feeding them more than once a week. Anyway, are they the only thing keeping you company? No long legged blonde on the horizon."
"Ha! I think I'm destined to be alone, I'm too bloody irritating to put up with, what about you, where are you hiding George Clooney?"
"I had to knock him back, he was getting clingy."
"That's the trouble with being beautiful Grace, you attract stalkers."
"I think you've had too much to drink."
"Why? Because I think you're beautiful."
Grace got up from the sofa and collected the glasses, and now empty bottles of wine from the table, taking them to the kitchen, speaking as she walked out, "It's getting late Boyd I think you should go home."
She didn't realise he'd followed her through to the kitchen, "If you want me to leave I will, but I meant what I said, you are beautiful."
"Phone for a taxi, you can leave your car here and pick it up tomorrow." She said changing the subject, as she tidied her kitchen.
Boyd blocked her way and raised her face to look at him, he leant forward and kissed her gently, it was the merest touch of his lips against hers, but she showed no hesitation in her response, she lifted her hand to his neck and returned the kiss. She didn't know if it was the alcohol, or the pure physical attraction that was lowering her inhibitions, and at this precise moment she didn't care, all she knew was that she wanted him, more than she had wanted anyone in a long time. Within minutes Boyd had pushed her against her kitchen table, and was kissing her hungrily, his hands wandering up and down her body, her hands doing the same to him, his thigh between her legs pressing against her, his mouth moved to her neck, his teeth gently grazing her skin, causing her to moan slightly.
"Why don't we take this to bed?" He suggested, Grace just nodded to him and led the way to her bedroom.
In the bedroom Grace sat on her bed and Boyd sat next to her, he turned to look at her and then started to kiss her anew, as they lay back on the bed he started to gently undress her, his mouth tenderly exploring her body, his hand rested on her stomach before moving lower and undoing her trousers, his hand reaching inside them to find the hub of her sensitivity, heat radiating from her core, she moaned as his hand began to touch her, to toy with her, applying pressure and friction in equal measure.
Grace regained enough composure to be able to return the favour, her hand slowly undoing his trousers and belt and freeing him from the confines of his shorts, her hand immediately encircling him, stroking him slowly, feeling him getting harder with each stroke. They continued to kiss deeply as they touched each other, both of them breathing heavily, and making the occasional sigh of pleasure.
Boyd pulled away long enough to remove the remainder of his clothes, and then remove the remainder of hers. He grabbed his wallet from his trousers, before returning to kiss her. As he fiddled with the wallet, Grace pulled away.
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"I have a condom in my wallet." He replied, returning his mouth to hers.
"You don't need to, it's fine...I mean it's safe, I'm past that." She eventually got him to understand what she was saying.
They moved into the bed, and continued to explore each other intimately under the covers, before Boyd began to push gently into her, stilling himself once inside her, allowing them both to get used to this new feeling of closeness, and allowing Grace to adjust to the feeling of fullness, after a few minutes he began to move slowly and gently, building up to a more fulfilling speed and strength.
Grace moaned gently as he began to pick up pace, tightening herself around him as he moved into her, and then releasing the muscles as he pulled out.
He again covered her mouth with his own, his tongue gently dancing around hers as he made love to her, both of them panting and moaning into the others mouth. Grace could feel herself growing ever closer to the point of no return, and knew from Boyd's pace that he must be getting close too.
"Argh Peter!" she whispered breathlessly as she felt her muscles begin to tighten around him, she wrapped a leg around him, allowing him to penetrate her deeper. The feeling of heat rising through her body as a need to cling to him, to hang on to him filled her body.
As her climax started to subside his was just beginning. "Fuck" he exclaimed, as his body felt a need to move harder and faster, pushing hard into her as he exploded inside her, each subsequent movement filling her with the product of months of sexual frustration.
He looked at her intently, his mouth moving to hers and kissing her softly, still joined intimately, not wanting to move just yet, eventually as his breathing returned to normal, and he softened inside her, he rolled off and laid by her side. She turned towards him and put her arms around him, he did the same to her, neither of them spoke, they just held each other and eventually drifted into sleep.
-o0-o-0o-
Grace woke to find her body intermingled with Boyd's, their arms and legs tangled together, he lay on his front, somehow his body seemed to take up the majority of the bed, she lay against his side. She'd half expected him to be gone when she woke up, with the realisation of what they had done sinking in and no longer wearing the beer goggles, she'd thought he would sneak away under the cover of darkness, and never discuss the matter again. But for some reason he was still here.
She gently disentangled herself from him, but before she could get out of bed he was awake.
"What time is it?" He said whilst yawning, and stretching.
"6.30." She replied after looking at her alarm clock.
"Where are you going?"
"I was going to get ready for work."
"Come back to bed for 10 minutes, we've got ages yet."
"Are you still drunk? Or are you too hungover to have come to your senses yet?"
"Come to my senses about what?" he answered still sounding half asleep.
"About this Boyd, about last night." She sounded astonished at his nonchalant attitude.
"Oh I see, you think we should feel guilty, that we should pretend it never happened, never mention it again, is that the way you think it should go."
"Well don't you?"
He shook his head before answering. "No, to be honest I don't, I'm not only glad it happened, I think it was inevitable."
"Why was it inevitable?"
"Because I was attracted to you from the first moment I saw you, and I'm not the sort of person that can let something like that go. I know things have been fiery at work, but that will always be the case, my work means too much to me to just sit back and not say something if I don't agree with what's being said. Now for god's sake will you come back to bed? Please?"
Grace laid back on the bed and moved closer to him, he in return put his arms around her and lowered his lips to hers. "So what happens now?" She asked.
"What right now?" He replied raising his eyebrows at her.
"No not right now, for a start we don't have time for that."
"Pity, but okay."
"I meant with work, and this?"
"Why does anything need to happen, why can't we just see where it takes us, let's start by having dinner this evening."
"You are completely insane, you know that don't you."
"Yeah."
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