"Do you know how long it takes me to get into one of these things?"
Frankie stood and watched the van pull away with the body loaded inside. The truck had just arrived to remove the car from the lockup leaving only the remaining pictures to be taken once the car was gone. Mel and Spencer had left to head back to the office leaving Boyd hovering around her like the preverbal fly. She could feel his presence more than see it just like she always could, his closeness making her both uncomfortable as she worked but also hyper-aware of his proximity to her body.
"Are you nearly done?" His voice low and deep in the small space causing goosebumps to break out on her arms.
"Yeah, but you hovering isn't helping me." Turning her head to look in the direction she knew Boyd was.
She was surprised at how close Boyd was when she turned to look at him. Instead of being a few feet away, he was directly behind her making her tilt her head upwards to see his face.
"I'm not hovering, I'm observing." The smugness in his voice made her tut as he started to smile at her.
"Maybe helping me would be more productive." Holding the camera up to him as she indicated to the paper tape measure she had placed on the ground.
"Help you?" The surprise was obvious in his voice.
"Not up to it?" She grinned as Boyd took the camera out of her outstretched hand.
"I'm up for anything." The words making Frankie glance at Boyd's groin then back up at his face.
Boyd didn't miss the glance Frankie gave his groin as he knelt beside Frankie getting as close to her as he could to take the pictures. His elbow brushed her upper arm as he brought the camera up to his eye level. She watched him take three pictures, turning the camera just as she did when she took them.
"Anything else you need me to do?" Again his words holding a double meaning that Frankie didn't miss.
"Not until the car is gone." Going to stand up as she spoke letting her leg nudge his.
Once she was standing she held a hand out to Boyd, expecting to take the camera but feeling his warm hand wrapping around hers as he went to stand up. Once he stood to his full height he didn't let go of her hand, instead letting his fingers brush over her knuckles. Frankie swallowed before licking her lips, her palm feeling sweaty in Boyds large and dry hand. They locked eyes with each other and Boyd smiled as Frankie squeezed his hand in response. They were so fixed on each other that it wasn't until they heard the reversing noise of the tow truck that they realised the car had been removed.
"Back to work then," Boyd said as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.
Frankie just nodded as she took the camera from him and set about taking the last of the pictures. Boyd stayed out of the way knowing that Frankie needed her space to work and focus. When she was finished he held his hand out to take her silver case as she went to step through the wooden doorway. She let him take it as she shut the camera down and put the lens cap on. But the time they reached Boyd's car Frankie had pulled the zip on her paper suit partway down her chest to reveal her t-shirt underneath, the material sticking to her upper body which giant go unnoticed by Boyd.
"Those things have got to be hot and sticky fully clothed, especially in enclosed spaces," Boyd said as he opened the boot to his car and placed the case inside.
"Diving suits are much worse, but these can get rather sweaty." Placing the camera in the boot beside the case.
"Let's get you back so you can change, don't want you all hot and bothered." Frankie shaking her head at the smirk Boyd had on his face at his innuendo.
"In your dreams, " Frankie said until she saw the grin on Boyd's face grow even wider. "Get in the car Boyd." she chuckled as she reached up to close the boot.
The drive back was quick as the lights seemed to be in their favour all the way. When they reached the car park Boyd took his usual space beside Grace's car and switched the engine off. Neither spoke as they got out of the car and went to the boot to get Frankie's case, camera and the rest of her stuff. Again Boyd picked up her case and followed behind after locking the car. The back entrance into the lab was darker and cooler than the main way through the building. As the cool air from the ventilation hit Frankie she shivered as her body temperature tried to regulate itself. Boyd stepped closer to her as if trying to block out the air blowing through the corridors. Frankie could feel the heat radiating from him, her body thrumming and a plucked violin string. She has to fight to stop herself leaning into him, the goosebumps rising on her arms under the paper suit.
Give me your stuff and I'll put it in the lab, you go get showered and changed." Boyd offered as they reached the doors to the lab.
Frankie saw a flicker of something cross Boyds features as she passed him the camera and the evidence bags but it was gone as quickly as it came. She watched as he walked into her lab and pressed the button on the wall before she continued down the corridor to the changing rooms. Going straight to her locker she opened it and pulled out her bag, pleased she had taken the time to top it up with clean clothes and a towel. Reaching up she took the wash bag off the top shelf and turned to head towards the showers. Locking the cubicle door behind her she placed the bag of clothes on the small bench and started to strip off the paper suit and her sweaty t-shirt and jeans. She was just about to kick off her trainers when she heard the door to the changing rooms open and then close. She froze her senses on high alert listening for any sound of movement.
"Frankie." Boyd's deep voice sounded even louder in the tiled locker room.
"Shit, Boyd. You just scared the crap out of me." Frankie hissed out as she wrapped her towel around her half-naked body and opened the cubicle door slightly to stick her head out.
Boyd followed Frankie's voice as she cursed at him until he stood outside the cubicle she was in. When she opened the door he didn't give her a chance to say or do anything as he pushed the door open more making Frankie take a step back. Boyd slid into the cubicle and pushed the door shut behind him, the lock sliding into place as he placed his hand over Frankie's to lock it.
"What the hell, Boyd?" Frankie asked as she watched Boyd look her up and down.
"Thought you might need some help getting out of that suit since it takes ages to get into it." His hands already untucking his shirt and making a start on the buttons.
"Seriously? Will the others not wonder where you are and what you've been doing if you come back with wet hair." Not really wanting to give Boyd a reason to change his mind as he unhooked her towel and threw it on the bench beside them.
Boyd didn't reply, instead using his hands to remove Frankie's bra and knickers as his mouth explored her neck. Once, Frankie was completely naked Boyd reached behind her and turned the shower on, the cold water splashing her naked back making her jump towards Boyd until her body was flush against his. Boyd slid his arm around her waist and held her still as he felt the temperature of the water, giving her a nudge backwards when he was happy it was warm enough. Frankie stepped under the spray and let the warm water run over her hair and body as Boyd removed his clothes. When he joined her under the spray he had the bottle of shampoo in his hands. Frankie went to take it but Boyd stopped her, using his elbow to push her hand away as he poured some shampoo on to his hand and turned Frankie to wash her hair for her. Frankie stood still and let him, the feeling of his body so close to hers as he first washed her hair then her body made her tingle from head to toe. When he was done she turned to face him, grinning as she took the bottle of shampoo to return the favour. The problem was Boyd didn't want washing, he just wanted Frankie pinned to the wall as he took advantage of the fact they were both naked. Frankie for her part wasn't arguing as she let Boyd take her from behind in the shower cubicle. She did get another wash when they were finished and of course, Boyd had to do it.
An hour later when they were both washed, dried and fully clothed again they walked side by side back to Frankie's lab. Boyd had used the hand dryer rather awkwardly to dry his hair so it wasn't so obvious where he had been. Frankie on the other hand had nothing to hide so with her hair still damp and a fresh pair of jeans and a sweater on she entered her lab with Boyd stopping at the door.
"Your place or mine later?" Boyd asked as he held the door open to the lab and watched Frankie shrug her way into a clean lab coat.
"Yours, it's your turn to cook, remember." Finally getting the lab coat on and turning to face Boyd.
"Okay, see you there then." Smiling as he watched Frankie zoning out on him and into forensic science goddess mode.
He stood watching her for a few more seconds before he left to head upstairs knowing that he had plans that involved a night of food, wine and most definitely sex.