Hello everyone!

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This is my first ever wtd piece. I'm a new fan of the show, so far I have only seen seasons 1 to 3. I'm currently enjoying working my way through series 4. Forgive me if this isn't good!

I appreciate all feedback!

Grace stared in horror at the screen before her, hands clasped over her mouth, mind racing. The teams were on their way, why the hell hadn't they arrived yet? Where were they? She opened her mouth, still hidden behind her shaking hands, but found herself unable to speak. Reece had just stabbed Boyd. A second time. 'Oh God.'

Grace tried to speak, but again failed, she just couldn't. Had her meddling, her poor attempt at talking Reece down encouraged this? She had tried to calm Boyd's attacker and save him, instead she may have just killed him. 'Please, no.'

Boyd. His picture just a foot away from her, but the real distance too far for her to be of any help. She watched him on the camera, took in his form, the frown on his face, noticed his blinking eyes as they struggled to stay open, his lips slightly parted as he tried to cope with the pain.

'Come on Grace,' she chided herself, 'do something. Anything. Before he hurts Boyd again.'

But what could she do? What if she spoke and sparked another fit of violent rage from Reece, to be received by Boyd? Grace looked down at her lap, thinking hard, knowing she couldn't' look at his face. If she wanted to think up a way to distract Reece's attention, she needed to first focus. Not on Boyd. Her head jerked up as she heard shouts and banging in the background. The police, Mel and Spence, had they arrived? Grace couldn't help but hope that help was there, that is wasn't too late for Boyd.

Reece was talking into the camera again. Grace leant forward and paid him her full attention. She held her breath, unable to hear his goodbye over the thumping of her heart. She watched as he patted Boyd on the shoulder softly, three times, and then suddenly he was gone.

With a sharp intake of breath, Boyd almost whispered her name. His eyes closed. His body slowly swayed on the stool. He was still conscious. He mumbled something to himself in response to the gunshots, seemingly unaware of the meaning behind the noise. Grace prayed the shots were for Reece, not a member of the team.

'Talk to him,' Grace said to herself, 'try to reassure him, try to comfort him.' She felt helpless. What could she say, she wondered, that could possible help? She had caused this. Reece had been playing her all along, and she had been completely unaware. If she had placed the pieces of the puzzle together sooner, she could have prevented Boyd from going, she could have saved him.

'He isn't dead yet,' a small voice in her mind reminded her. Followed with more doubt, 'yet.'

Her trance like state of shock was broken as Mel and Spencer came running into the room. Grace sighed with relief as she watched Boyd's head sag against Spence's shoulder as the two rushed to his aid.

"Just hold on sir, the ambulance is on its way." Mel's words were comforting to Grace, and Boyd, no longer conscious, never heard them.

Grace tried not to watch as the paramedics lowered Boyd to the floor, cut away his jacket and strapped his pale and motionless form onto a stretcher. Suddenly the room was empty. In the bottom corner of her screen, Grace could just make out a dark stain on the carpet. Even in the blue glow of the room she knew it was blood. His blood.

"Oh God." The first words spoken aloud since igniting Reece's explosion of rage.

Mel's face appeared on the screen, staring directly at the camera. "They're taking him to the Royal Infirmary. I'm staying here to help Spence coordinate the scene. We'll get their as soon as we can."

Mel turned the camera off. The screen went to black.

Pushing away from her desk Grace swallowed down the bile that was trying to force its way out of her body. She grabbed her purse and coat and hurried through the building. Her hands trembled as she fought to get the key into the ignition of her car.

"I'm coming, Boyd."