Written on request so do forgive me if it's a little dodgy. Sorry! Dedicated to blueeyedmentalistfan - Thanks for the idea :) Enjoy.

She stared up at the tall, grey apartment block. How was she supposed to go up there and face the woman she'd almost got killed? Grace took a deep breath and went in passing the broken lift, and made her way up the four flights of stairs to her boss's apartment. Number 29. She knocked quickly and stood back, fiddling with her shirt.

Teresa groaned. It felt as though everyone had taken it upon themselves to disturb her as much as possible. Why couldn't they just leave her alone? Did they not know that she'd only been out of hospital for two days?

As she made her way to the door, her heart gave a leap. What if it was him? Maybe.. She opened the door quickly and her face fell.

'Grace..'

'Boss… Can I talk to you?'

'Um… Sure, I guess..' She stood back and let the young woman come in. Grace wasn't exactly the first person she wanted to see right now, but the agent had such a desperate look in her eyes that Teresa felt almost compelled to let her in. She shut the door behind her and sat herself down on her armchair.

'Please, sit down..'

Grace nodded and took a seat on the sofa. She clasped her hands in her lap and fiddled with her fingers. The pair sat in silence for several long minutes until finally Grace spoke up.

'I'm sorry.'

Teresa tensed up at her words. She had known that Grace would eventually say them but she had never really wanted her to. After all, Grace must have been going through enough turmoil to last her a lifetime.

'Don't be. You didn't know. '

'He shot you.. You could have.. Anything could have happened to you.. If it had, I.. I'm not sure I could have..'

'But it didn't, did it? I'm okay. Grace, I'm fine.. I promise..' Teresa's grey green eyes met Grace's teary hazel ones. She reached over and took Grace's left hand, sighing internally at the lack of engagement ring. She looked at the calendar on the wall above the TV. The huge black X marked today off as special. At this moment, a radiant Grace should be walking down the centre of a beautifully decorated Church on her father's arm and a gorgeous pink clad Teresa should be following her, holding the back of the stunning ivory dress. Craig should be standing at the front with his best man, smiling widely as the redhead made her way towards him. Instead, she was sat in Teresa's living room and her fiancé was lying in a morgue.

Grace followed her boss's eyes up to the calendar and felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She knew full well what day it was and hadn't been able to take sitting around at home crying any longer. She needed human company. Someone to tell her everything was going to be okay. But more than that, she needed to get rid of the guilt that she hadn't yet been able to release.

'Why don't you hate me? Why don't you want to kill me? Why the heck aren't you shouting and screaming and telling me how spoilt, childish and brainless I am?'

Teresa felt a pang of sympathy. Grace was beating herself up about this far more than she should have been. She had to do something to make her relax.

'Grace.. You shot and killed your own fiancé because he shot me... That wasn't spoilt, childish or brainless. You know what that was? That was loyalty. That was bravery, care and strength. You came to me to apologise on the day you were meant to be getting married. That takes some guts, I tell you. You're a good person, Grace, and a good agent. Don't you ever dare to think otherwise. One day, you'll have it all. A husband, children, a job doing what you love. And you'll be happy. It's what you deserve.'

'But..'

'Listen. When I go back, I'm giving you two weeks off. Do whatever you want with that time. Go on a vacation, go visit your family, get drunk, do whatever the hell you want with the time but use it to get back on your feet. I'm not having a suicidal agent on my hands. I want you to be okay. Clear?'

Grace nodded and stared down at her hands. 'Clear.'

'Good. Do you want a coffee?'

'No.. No, I shouldn't. I should go.' Grace released her hand from Teresa's and rose from her chair and forced a small smile. 'Thank you..'

Teresa forced an equally fake smile. 'No problem.. And Grace?'

'Yeah?'

'Don't give up on guys. You'll find the right one some day.'

'I had him..'

'Grace, Craig wasn't exactly..'

'I wasn't talking about Craig..'

'Then who?'

Grace flashed a small smile in the direction of her boss and headed for the door. She opened it but paused in the doorway, turning back to face Teresa.

'I meant Wayne..'

And she disappeared.

Okay, so I've finished it here for the time being. Please review and tell me if you think I should continue or not - I have a few ideas as to what could happen in future chapters but I don't know if it would be better to leave it. Help!

Hope you liked, thanks for reading.