"That's my son!" Boyd sobs and sinks to his knees in the morgue. The medical examiner turns out the lights and lets Boyd get his emotions out. He sits on the cold concrete floor of the morgue and cries. He knows he has to tell his ex-wife, but he can't face it right now. He decides to go to the office where he can be useful. He needs to work. He dries his eyes, stands up, kisses his son and leaves the morgue. What he really wants is a drink.
Boyd get back to the office, walks past everyone without speaking and shuts himself in his office. Grace immediately notices his red eyes. She knows him well enough to know he never cries. She's concerned about him, but she doesn't know whether to talk to him now. Grace watches him for a few minutes and notices him sink his head onto his forearms. She decides to intervene.
Grace stands up and walks next door to Boyd's office. "Boyd?" Grace asks gently. She pauses and in the silence she can hear him crying. She shuts the blinds at the front of Boyd's office. She walks around the side of Boyd's desk and kneels in front of him. "Boyd?" Grace asks again. Boyd turns towards Grace and collapses against her. Grace puts her arms around him. "What's going on Boyd?"
"This is the worst day of my life, Grace. I just came back from the morgue." Boyd says heavily. He knows Grace won't give up until she knows what's going on.
"The morgue?! Boyd, what were you doing there? You hate the morgue." Grace is surprised.
"A body was found carrying my card. It had my personal mobile number written on the back in my handwriting. They asked me to come and identify the body." Boyd sighs heavily.
"And who was it? Do you know the person?" Grace fears the answer, but already suspects.
"It's really bad, Grace. I know him really well. All my worst fears came true today. It was Luke, Grace. My son is dead!" Boyd sobs. He was trying to detach himself from the event with his first three statements. "Luke's gone!"
"Oh Boyd, why are you here? You should be with your ex-wife. You're going to have to tell her. You're grieving, Boyd. There's no need for you to be here." Grace hugs him tightly. "Can I take you home?"
"I need to be here, Grace. I need to be busy. I can't be alone. Please Grace." Boyd pleads with Grace.
"You don't have to be alone, but you are going home unless you want questions from your team. I'll even cook if you want." Grace tries to persuade Boyd. She can feel him sigh heavily against her.
"I don't know if I want to go home." Boyd admits quietly.
"I know, Boyd, but you'll have to eventually. I'll be there with you." Grace reassures Boyd.
"We need to do something first. Will you come in with me when I tell Mary?" Boyd asks as he sits up a little.
"Of course I will, Boyd. Let's get you cleaned up a little bit and then we can go. I'll be right back." Grace goes into her office, picks up her purse, and goes back to Boyd's office without making eye contact with the rest of the team. "Here Boyd." Grace finds some wipes in her purse. "Close your eyes." Grace gently wipes Boyd's face with the cool wipes.