Crying. It made Grace feel better, Boyd look human, Spencer seem vulnerable, Stella get angry and Eve embarrassed. But as the rest of the team huddled around Grace's prone body it was hard not let their salty tears fall. Grace squeezed Boyd's hand harder and harder as the pain ebbed and flowed but Boyd couldn't feel a thing, he was completely numb from the shock. The one constant, reliable thing in his life had been jeopardised and it was taking him a while to come to grips with the fact that Grace was human, a mere mortal like the rest of them.

"Boyd!" Grace stood in the hallway between their offices, "I'm off, I'll see you tomorrow" as she started to move towards the double doors Boyd stuck his head out of the office

"Grace, you couldn't come with me to interview Patel would you? Please." Grace sighed exasperatedly but nodded and said,

"Of course, but you're buying me a drink afterwards." Boyd gave a small chuckle as he ducked inside his office to grab his coat from the back of his chair. Leaving the CCU building they walked towards Boyd's car chatting amicably when Boyd reached into his pocket to find his keys, he accidentally liberated a receipt. Watching the white rectangle of paper float on the breeze Grace followed it trying to grab it but missing by millimetres every time. As soon as the breeze had picked up it disappeared again unceremoniously dumping the receipt on the floor. Bending down to pick the errant paper up she turned around to face Boyd to tell him that she had caught it but instead saw the headlights of a speeding car.

"GRACE!"

The paramedics had arrived swiftly to the scene and uniformed officers were taking statements but Boyd couldn't or wouldn't co-operate. He knew that Grace was in safe hands but he had to know for sure. He wasn't going to let her out of his sight. Climbing into the ambulance he watched her face, he committed her soft features to memory, remembering every line and freckle as a part of him worried that this might be the last time he saw her. When they reached the hospital Boyd was ushered into a waiting room as his unconscious friend was wheeled away to be x-rayed.

"Where the fuck is she! Something must have gone wrong!" Boyd took out his anger on the skirting board while his DI Spencer Jordan tried to placate him,

"Don't worry boss, everything is going to be fine, the doctors'll patch her up and then she'll be back to her old self."

"But this is all my fault!" Kicking the wood for one last time Boyd threw himself into a chair and buried his head in his hands. Stella moved from the other side of the room and wrapped her arm around his shoulders.

"How can you honestly believe that this is your fault? Grace chased a receipt and the driver wasn't paying attention that's all"

"But it was my receipt," Stella smiled kindly at her boss

"So you conjured the wind to lift it from your pocket and lead Grace into the road? You purposely let it fly away in front of that car?" Boyd sighed

"No, but..."

"But nothing, when Grace comes back she's going to need you to be strong for her not beating yourself up about it."

"What do you mean she's going to need 'me'" he pointed at his chest "to be strong?" Stella looked worried for a split second before regaining her composure.

" I meant she's going to need all of us around, I mean I know I never say it but the team is like my family, and Grace has been with you guys longer than I have so she must feel the same way...if you know what I mean." Boyd secretly wished that Grace needed him and only him but he knew it wasn't true.