Which one picks up the pizza?
"What's for tea?" Boyd asked just before he went to leave the lab, the question just as normal a question as to how the corpse on the table had died.
"No idea, you got any preferences?" Swivelling on her stool so she was facing him as he stood at the door.
"No, not really. Long as I don't have to cook it. How about we see what time we get out of here and take it from there. One of us may be finished before the other so can sort something out." Boyd suggested as he pushed the button on the wall and the lab door opened.
"Works for me." Giving him that huge smile that she knew would make him smile in return.
Sure enough, as he stepped through the open door he gave her that smile that instantly took years of him making his features look less worn and haggard.
When Frankie finally closed the fridge door she turned around and slouched against it. Nine-thirty and finally finished. Another very long, very tiresome day over. Pulling her gloves off she stood upright and started to walk towards her desk, ripping her apron off as she went. She had just dumped the gloves and apron in the bin when the doors to her lab started to open and she looked up. Frankie smiled at the man stood in the open door, his jacket on with a serious look on his.
"If you've come down here to tell me we've got another case you can turn around and sod off back upstairs. Fourteen hours is enough, I'm going home." Moving away from her desk so she could start switching lights and machines off.
"My phone's off the hook and I switched my mobile off." Holding up his mobile as he spoke. "I am done. I just want to go home, have something to eat, and then watch some really crappy movie sprawled out on the settee with you." Walking towards Frankie as he put his phone away.
He stopped mere inches from her, his fists clenching and unclenching as he watched her.
"We still don't have cameras in here do we?" Reaching for her hands as he smiled.
"Nope, just on the entry door. Why?" Frankie eyeing him suspiciously as he leaned towards her.
"So I can do this." Kissing her as he tugged her so they were chest to chest.
Frankie kissed him back before she squeezed his hands and stepped away. "Let's go home, I'll get pizza on the way."
"Okay, I'll set the table." Keeping hold of her hand as he pulled her through the lab and out the door once it was open.
Sure enough, when Frankie arrived home the table had been cleared of the two laptops and the paperwork had been put in two piles. Frankie placed the pizza box in the middle of the table of sat down, Boyd being in two bottles of some non-alcoholic drink they had found while shopping. Boyd smiled when he saw the pizza, a perfect half and half showing what they both liked. Frankie picked out the first piece taking a big bite as cheese dangled between her mouth and the pizza slice.
"How you can eat pineapple on pizza is just beyond me." Boyd picking up his own slice and taking a bite.
"Coming from the man who has peppers and mussels on there's." Frankie managing to peel the cheese off her finger as she stared at Boyd.
"Truce, let's just eat." Boyd not wanting to start the usual pizza debate over toppings.
"Truce." Frankie licking the tomato sauce from her fingertips.
Half an hour later after the pizza box had been put in the bin, Frankie found herself spooned up with Boyd lying on the settee, some crappy film on just like he had said
