Grace Foley closed her weary eyes and leaned back in her chair, yawning loudly as she did so. She had been at her desk since the early hours of the morning, reading through files and paperwork and preparing a report for the Cold Case squad's latest case. She sighed as she opened her eyes and glanced at the words on her computer screen. God, I've barely written a paragraph in the past hour, she thought. What the hell's wrong with me?

A sharp noise startled her from her reverie then and she looked up to see the familiar form of Peter Boyd leaning heavily against her door frame, a deep frown creasing his attractive features.

"How's it coming?" He asked, rubbing a hand across his eyes as he did so.

Grace shook her head, resignedly. "It's not, really."

"Need a hand? I've been told I'm a literary genius."

His statement brought a smile to her face. He always seemed to have that effect on her, despite their recent form. "Really?" She asked, one eyebrow raised. "By whom?"

Boyd moved fully into her office and dropped onto the couch. "Anyone who's ever read anything I've written."

"I've read some of the stuff you've written..."

"All right. Everyone apart from you."

"...and I think 'genius' is perhaps too strong a term."

He grinned. "What do you know, Grace?"

She groaned, returning her attention to her computer. "Not much at the moment, it seems. I know what I want to say, I just can't seem to translate it from my head to my fingers."

"Time to take a break, then?" Boyd suggested, his dark eyes shining.

Grace smiled at him from across her desk. "I think I could be persuaded. What did you have in mind?"

"That new Italian place round the corner."

Grace felt her heart leap at his suggestion – it had been almost a year since they'd been to dinner together - but she did her best to keep her expression neutral. "I don't know, Boyd. Sounds a bit pricey."

"Good job I'm paying, then, isn't it."

She laughed. "What's the occasion?"

"Why does there have to be an occasion?"

Oh, I don't know...the fact that we've fought so much lately? The fact that you're currently dating another woman? Outwardly she shrugged. "It's just unusual for you to offer to take me to an expensive restaurant, that's all."

"Well, we don't have to go there, Grace. If you'd prefer Pizza Hut, you've only got to say."

She held up her hands. "No, no. Expensive Italian restaurant it is."

"Good. Get your coat, then."

Grace grinned broadly and stood up from behind her desk, pulling her coat from its hook as she followed him out of the door.