"Boyd!" Eve had walked into the bullpen from the lab, her stride full of purpose; she was now hovering at Boyd's door. He looked busy. He was leaning back in his chair, a look of deep relaxation spread across his features. Grace was standing behind him her hands working the knots out of his shoulders. When they realised that Eve was standing there they almost visibly jumped back into a semblance of normality.

"What do you want?" Boyd seemed most vexed at the interruption of his massage. Eve walked across the room to the desk and sat down.

"Well, you know I impounded the car and checked it,"

"Yeah"

"I checked it very thoroughly," Eve was taking her time and it was doing nothing to improve Boyd's mood.

"Keep moving"

"I found only one set of clear prints...they belong to the owner of the car," Boyd looked perplexed,

"How?"

"He's on the database." Grace made the shape of an 'O' with her mouth, which quickly turned into a question,

"Should we bring him in?" Boyd flicked his sleeve back and checked his watch,

"Brilliant idea, but it's actually eleven o'clock," Grace's mouth went back to the 'O'.

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Half an hour later Boyd called Grace into his office. Holding Grace close to his body in an all-consuming hug he started to talk,

"I have some more work to do today, but I don't want you to have to hang around, so you take the car and I'll take a taxi home." Grace didn't want to make Boyd take a taxi home but she could do with a nice long bath so she jumped on the opportunity.

"Fine. I'll be waiting for you at home." She had a little mischievous smile that made Boyd hold her tighter and kiss her passionately. It wasn't long before Boyd found himself alone in CCHQ but he had plenty of work to occupy his mind so he didn't think about it. He became so engrossed in what he was writing the he didn't hear the double doors go or the quiet knock at his office door and he didn't know that anyone was in the building until the door swung open.

Boyd looked up from his desk and he saw Jess.

"Oh" Jess didn't move from her position by the door way but instead she hung back looking sheepish,

"I wanted to say sorry, sorry about having a go this morning…I was…I was in a state…" With this she started to cry, large rolling tears that made tracks down her face, she fumbled around in her pockets for a tissue but she couldn't find one. Boyd stood up and proffered Jess the tissue box that lay on his table. He had never used them but he kept them there just in case there was a particularly emotional interview. She took a tissue gladly and mopped her eyes but the paper wouldn't staunch the flow. Boyd held out his arms offering comfort. She took this gesture readily burying her head into his shoulder.

Boyd stroked her hair and murmured reassurances to her, "It's going to be alright, don't worry." Jess lapped up his deep soothing words as she felt the tears diminishing by the second.

Boyd kept stroking her hair, holding her tight to his chest. They stood in their embrace for what seemed like hours but after a moment they pulled away. Boyd looked kind of embarrassed but Jess didn't notice, she raised her head, went on to her tiptoes and kissed him. She kissed him long and hard and Boyd kissed her back for an eternity.