Grace hates these Met posh events. She only attends because the CCU has such poor attendance records, mostly due to their irascible leader. She's sitting towards the back of the ballroom and is shocked to see Boyd walk in wearing a tux. He never comes to these events. He immediately spots her and after picking up a drink at the bar comes and sits down with her. "Boyd!" Grace says incredulously.
"I know. I've never actually attended one of these, but my superiors told I better show up or else. I hate this." Boyd gripes and sips his drink.
"Well, I can't say I enjoy it either. I've had four strange looks, three pity dance requests because I'm sitting along, two drunk hey baby's and one very drunk man who tripped and nearly ended up with his head in my lap." Grace shivers at the behaviour she's seen tonight.
"That good, huh? It doesn't surprise me at all. The Met never throws a good party." Boyd teases Grace. "You look nice tonight, Grace. That purple is very elegant."
"Well, thank you, Boyd. That's the nicest thing I've heard all night." Grace smiles genuinely at Boyd.
"Dance with me Grace. Let's not waste an evening out." Boyd says gallantly.
"That sounds nice. Yes, I'll dance with you." Grace says happily. Boyd stands up and pulls Grace's chair out for her and then offers his hand to Grace to lead her to the dance floor.
Boyd loves to see Grace being this confident. Grace's skirt on her dress swirls around her ankles as she and Boyd walk to the dance floor. Boyd pulls Grace close to him as they start to dance. Grace feels so comfortable in Boyd's arms. It surprises her, but this feels so right. In order to have her arm around Boyd's shoulders Grace stands up on her tiptoes. Boyd dances very well which also surprises her since he never showed any inclination for dancing before.
Grace looks up at Boyd and is surprised to see his eyes sparkling at her. Grace hasn't noticed, but Boyd has, that everyone else has cleared off the dance floor to watch them. If Grace knew she was being watched so closely she would be intensely embarrassed. Grace leans her head on Boyd's chest as he spins her across the floor. As the music draws to a close the crowd of Met cops begins to clap. Grace immediately blushes. She hates being noticed and she's terribly self- conscious.
"Just smile, Grace. They obviously liked the way we danced, so just be happy." Boyd keeps holding Grace's had as they step off the dance floor. "That was wonderful, Grace. I haven't been able to dance like this for a long time."
"It felt fantastic. I don't think I've ever been able to dance like that. This is a very different side to you, Boyd. I like it. It's a gentler side of you than I usually see." Grace has had a couple of glasses of wine and she's probably more honest than she normally is.
Boyd smiles as Grace speaks. "Grace, can I be honest with you?"
"When have you ever been anything but honest with me?" Grace asks looking up at Boyd.
Boyd smirks. Grace is right. Grace is always right. "I wanted to come tonight because I knew you were coming. I wanted to spend some time with you one on one and see what you looked like all dressed up."
"Boyd," Grace interrupts, "what on earth are you going on about? What's going on?"
"I've fallen for you, Grace. Watching your enthusiasm at work made me realize how much I care about you. When you told me you had cancer I was scared that I was going to lose. I care so much about you, Grace." Boyd admits. He doesn't usually talk about his feelings to anyone.
"Really Boyd? I've never heard you talk like that before. I really care about you too, Boyd. I can't believe what I'm hearing, but I love it. You are so handsome, Boyd. I spotted you the second you walks into the room." Grace is incredulous at what she's hearing from Boyd.
"You look beautiful, Grace." Boyd whispers before he pulls her close and softly kisses her.
Grace quickly responds to Boyd's kiss. He's very talented and he knows it. She can't believe this moment is happening.