Author's Note:- Rated for sexual content in later chapters and adult themes. Episode based "Breaking Glass" S3 EPs 5/6. Not mine and never will be.

Nothing but the best Chapter 29

"I've got a tow truck coming for the car but I can tell you it's clean, there's no trace of Grace in there." Frankie sighed as she joined them all again unable to look Boyd in the eye as Spence hung up the phone and stepped toward them again.

"Look I can see how you all feel but you couldn't hate me more right now than I hate myself." Boyd said firmly looking from one to the other as he tried to find a way to bring their splintering team back together. "I know I've let you all down and her in particular but I will find her I have to find her and make sure she's safe and I can't do that without you all. If you want to hate me when we get her back and she's home safe I'll completely understand that but for now can you please set it aside not for me but for Grace?"

"Why did you leave her Boyd I don't care how close to the car you were we know how devious he is." Spence asked the defeated anger in this tone telling Mel that he was prepared to bench his anger until they'd found Grace.

"I don't know I thought because there was no sign of him and I could see her it would be ok. I was wrong and no one is angrier with me about that than I am myself."

"If we don't find her or if we find her too late I'll..." Frankie began unable to finish the sentence as Boyd shook his head firmly.

"Don't talk like that Frankie; don't even think it we have to find her." He said quietly as Spence's phone rang and he answered it listening to the voice on the other side.

"Where...ok we're on our way..." He snapped turning to the others his eyes meeting Boyd's as he did. "They've found your car, they've obviously not got to close to it they know better but they can see that there's blood on the passenger window and there's evidence of another car at the scene."

"Where is it?" Mel asked seeing Boyd's eyes cloud at the mere mention of the word blood.

"The car park at the old St Jude's hospital building it's about 10 minutes from here. It belongs to the university, it's waiting to be redeveloped so it's deserted and he probably knew that."

"Bastard, let's go." Boyd replied stalking toward the car getting into the passenger seat as Frankie put her kit in the boot and she and Mel got in the back. Waiting as Spence speeded out into traffic he put his head back on the head rest of the seat closing his eyes and willing her to hear him as he promised he was coming and begged her to be ok. The idea that there was blood in the car was more than he could take; the image alone had made his own blood run cold.

"You did tell them to keep away and not decide to start messing with my scene just because they know whose car it is didn't you?" Frankie asked breaking into his thoughts as Spence confirmed that he had told them. "Did they say how much blood? How do they know there was another car? Tire tracks?"

"Yeah fresh skid marks on the tarmac and they didn't get close to see clearly but enough that they were able to identify what it was without getting close."

"How much further is it?" Mel asked the knot in her stomach becoming unbearable as they rounded the corner into the empty deserted park and saw Boyd's car in the middle of it.

"Right I've a second team on the way in the meantime you lot stay away from the car." Frankie said firmly retrieving her kit from as Boyd looked at Spence and Mel.

"Go see Andrea Pritchard, that's where we were going and Grace was convinced she was the key to cracking this."

"What are you going to do?" Mel asked as Spence again refused to meet their boss's eye while he got out of the car and she climbed into the front passenger seat.

"I'm going to stay here for now and see what Frankie has to say. We only have three days we have to stick to the plan to divide and conquer even more now. If Grace believed Pritchard was the missing link I have to believe she was right or that at least she might be able to tell us where he could have taken her." Boyd replied his eyes so full of pain that it broke Mel's heart as she closed the door and Spence put his foot down pulling out of the car park.

Standing a safe distance away from the car he watched as Frankie moved around it opening the doors with gloved hands. At that moment he was desperate to know what the car was telling her and why she was now retrieving test strips from her kit and leaning into the back seat. Watching for another second he saw her stand again and take a step back before turning toward him as he stalked toward the car.

"Boyd stop there." Frankie said firmly meeting him half way to the car and backing him up a bit.

"Frankie what have you found? Is there more blood in the back seat do you think she's seriously hurt? Tell me what the hell..."

"No there's a little blood but not much. I need to ask you something and you need to answer me honestly no matter how awkward it is ok?"

"Frankie just ask for fuck sake I don't care how awkward it might be nothing is as important as finding her right now."

"At any time over the weekend or more particularly this morning did you and Grace...shit this is hard."

"Just ask."

"Did you and Grace make love in the back seat of your car?" Frankie asked feeling sick as he shook his head firmly.

"Of course not we spent the weekend at her place or the office you know that and as for this morning we were working when the hell do you think we'd have had time to...Frankie what are you saying? What have you found?" Boyd asked pushing her out of the way and rushing to the side of the car feeling bile rise in his throat as he saw the drying white stain on the leather of the back seats.

"It tested positive for semen I had to ask if it was you first you realise that don't you?" Frankie said quietly finally relenting in her anger as she watched Boyd rush to the other side of the car park leaning over the broken down fence and retching loudly.

"I'm going to fucking kill him Frankie I swear I'm going to kill him." Boyd shouted joining her again as she started talking deciding keeping him focused on evidence however hard that evidence was to hear was the best plan.

"Ok listen this is important. I can't tell you what has happened since they left this car park but I can tell you she was alive when...he did what he did. There blood in the sample too and there can you see further up the seat? There blood there too and evidence that..."

"That what Frankie what could be more horrific than what you've already told me?"

"That she was crying, there's a drying pool of liquid about the level her head would be and I tested it, I can't say for sure until I get a proper mass spec but I'd say it's tears." Frankie said quietly feeling tears sting her own eyes as Boyd met her gaze for a second. "She was bleeding and conscious so we know she was alive Boyd focus on that."

"What about the front of the car?"

"I'll need to get it back to the lab and use the luminal on it but if you want me to speculate I'd say he hit her. You and I both know she'll have fought him at the first opportunity I think he hit her while the car was moving and the momentum caused her to hit her head on the window. From the amount of blood I can see it wouldn't be life threatening but it probably knocked her out. You know this is only speculation right now though I can't say anything for definite until we get back to the lab."

"Yeah well what we can say if that if he couldn't even wait to get her where he was taking her to do what he did then Carson was right he's past the point of caring. Yes this place is out of the way but it's not completely isolated to take the time to... do that to her here knowing that every officer in London would be looking for her was a huge risk."

"So if he's prepared to take that risk then..."

"Then he'll do anything. Get this car back to the lab, set your guys to work on the tire marks and let's go. I'll call for a car to pick us up. I want the car taken apart. I want to know every forensic detail of what happened since they drove away from me." Boyd said quietly his eyes running from the blood on the window to the staining feeling like someone had clenched a vice around his heart and closed it. He'd known the second he felt what he did earlier that she was frightened and in pain. Now he couldn't feel anything and he said a silent prayer that was simply because she was further away or unconscious again or anything other than the worst case scenario. The one thing he refused to even contemplate.