Hey Guys, here is a little something to help you while away another cold, wet week. This little fic just popped into my head when I was meant to be concentrating in a lecture and I couldn't resist writing it down.
For those of you reading 'The Letter', I will add some more soon but essays have been slowly taking over my life.
Disclaimer: nope they're not my characters. But if they were then we wouldn't have to wait so long between series!
The team were sitting around the desks in the bullpen, listening like little kids as they tried to take in the information Boyd was telling them about their new case.
'…and due to that fresh evidence being handed in to the station in Dulwich, we've got a brand spanking new cold case to crack on with'
'Finally' said Spence like a child on Christmas Day, 'I've got bored of paperwork this week, give me a grisly old murder or missing family any day'
The rest of the team laughed, they all felt the same way when there was no juicy case to work on.
'Getting good Spence' laughed Eve throatily 'your humour's nearly as dark as mine'
'And that's saying something' joined in Stella, still not quite believing she was a real part of the team now.
Boyd and Grace exchanged a glance, clearly relieved that all three 'kids' were getting along well again.
'Right, now we're all one happy family, can I remind you that there are numerous boxes of evidence to sift through, endless phone calls to make and any number of shady characters from the past to ruffle up'.
'Yes boss' replied Spence deadpan, as he and Stella began to cart the evidence files over to his desk, 'I guess its time for me to start using my god-given charm on some more lucky Londoners'
'They have my sympathy' called back Eve as she headed on her way to the lab.
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Grace took off her glasses and stretched her arms backwards, trying to ease some the tension that had now built up as a result of spending the best part of a day reading through the psychological profiles. She fought back a yawn and just sat there with her eyes closed for a precious few moments.
'Oh sorry are we keeping you up Dr Foley?'
Grace jumped and looked up to see Boyd leant nonchalantly against her doorway, clearly amused that he'd caught her unawares.
'No, I'm merely trying to compile the information in my mind' replied Grace, smiling back. Why couldn't Boyd be so charming all the time? It would make her job of chief liontamer a hell of a lot easier.
'So that's what you call it then- looked to me like a sneaky nap in the corner?' came the instant reply, 'anyway team talk in the bullpen and then I think I'll be generous and let you all go home before midnight.'
'So indulgent Boyd, you just spoil me'
Grace pulled herself out of the chair reluctantly and followed him into the bullpen where Spence looked ready to fall asleep on his feet.
'C'mon Spence wakey wakey' crooned Stella patting him on the head 'looks like we've got to tell everyone how wonderful you are yet again'
He laughed and straightened up in his chair as everyone took their customary places around the glass board thingy.
'Right' began Eve 'I guess I'll go first. I've examined the bag and its contents I can safely say…'
She didn't get a chance to finish as just then the doors to the CCHQ burst open and two people rushed in…
'What the…' began Boyd starting to show his cranky side again
'Mum!' said one of the people, a handsome brunette twenty-something male.
Grace turned around in her chair, the surprise clear on her face –
'Ben, Amy - what are you two doing here?' she exclaimed happily rushing over to embrace them both.
The girl, Amy, spoke this time 'We've just found out something… and we needed to talk to you straight away - it's urgent'.
Grace looked concerned at the seriousness in her daughter's face, sensing that something clearly wasn't right. Amy was clutching a brown A4 envelope with white knuckles and Ben had his hand placed protectively on his sister's shoulder.
'We're nearly finished here but…' she started saying, turning to Boyd to seek his permission before she could find out what had made her children turn up at her workplace like this.
'Its fine Grace we'll fill you in on the details tomorrow' he replied, watching her children hurry their mother into her office and draw the blinds immediately.
There was a brief silence in the bullpen, and Spencer's mind looked like it was going into overdrive judging by the expression on his face and the furtive glance he cast at Boyd and back in the direction of Grace's office. He quickly masked it though and tuned back to Eve, still standing at the glass board thingy.
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