This is my first fanfic, just a quick Boyd/Grace moment that popped into my head. It could happen in any of the series really so there are no spoilers etc.

The overhead light flickered out, flooding the office with instant darkness.

'Shit'

Boyd swore loudly as he fumbled along the wall, hands scrabbling for the light switch.

After successfully avoiding both desk and bookcase, Boyd began to move slightly quicker until…

'Shit'

His knees connected with the arm of the sofa and he lost his balance, falling heavily and almost wrenching the blinds from the wall.

'Bloody energy saving lights'

He cursed as he pulled himself upright, rubbing his shoulder with a grimace. That would hurt in the morning.

Even since the Commissioner had decided that the Met was to 'go green' the lights would cut out after an hour in a bid to save energy. Problem was that always left Boyd banging around in the dark half the evening instead of working late on a case or attempting the dreaded paperwork.

'Boyd are you alright in there?'

Grace's concerned voice drifted across the empty bullpen as she flicked her own office light on again.

'No', he grunted in reply.

'Would you like me to come in there and find your light switch for you?'

A smile quirked at the corners of the profiler's mouth. That would really annoy him, the idea of needing help and from a woman at that.

'No', came the reply.

Laughing softly, Grace crossed the bullpen, now faintly lit by the office light behind her. Boyd's door was half open and she could see where he was leaning heavily against the blinds.

Boyd's grimace turned to a sly smile as he felt the gentle hands of his profiler on his arm. Maybe if he feigned serious injury, she'd check him all over for bumps and broken bones?

'Whatever you're thinking Boyd, the answer is no'

'I didn't do anything Grace'

'But you've got that look on your face, and as I'm the only one here my outstanding profiling skills lead me to believe that I have something to do with it.'

Boyd laughed as her placed his hand over hers.

'As if I would ever take advantage of you Dr Foley. Although, now you've mentioned it a whole multitude of ideas have suddenly filled my mind.'

Grace felt herself begin to blush, suddenly aware of their proximity to one another, the hand covering her own, and that damned glint in his dark brown eyes.

Boyd felt her stiffen slightly and straightened up again.

'Seriously Grace I would never hurt you.'

The look in his eyes was one of such genuine sincerity that Grace began to feel her knees melt. She hurriedly pulled herself together and gently removed her hands from his grasp.

'I know…Peter, I know'

Slowly she turned and began to walk away from Boyd's office, but she was barely out of the door when she felt Boyd's presence once more behind her, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back.

Boyd leaned in close, her hair brushing his cheek as he inhaled her scent and spoke softly into her ear.

'Thank you Grace, thank you for being here for me.'

Grace felt her stomach somersault at the touch of his lips to her ear, the rumbling of that voice she knew so well.

Turning to face him, Grace laid a hand on his should, their faces inches apart. She took a breath to steady her nerves – why did he always have to have such a smouldering gaze? She felt he could see right through her.

'That's ok Peter, its what friends are for.'

He squeezed her hand gently and she thought her heart would break. As they parted, Boyd watched her walk away.

'You know I think I might actually have some serious injuries after all, think you can check me over?' he called cheekily.

Grace chuckled to herself as she picked up her bag.

'Night Peter, I'll check you're still alive tomorrow'.

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