As Boyd sat at his desk he seriously considered taking up a contact sport like football, or maybe even boxing. His temper and anger were at an all time high. He hadn't seen Frankie in nearly two days and the current case had his blood at boiling point. Even though he had spoken to her at least once a day it wasn't enough. He knew Steven Hunt was guilty, he just couldn't bloody prove it. Between trying to drowned the bloke and Grace having to pin him back, to Spencer having to hold him back when he tried to beat the bloke up in his own living room. He saw the door to his office open, glancing up to see Grace enter.
"Why don't you go see her. Actually, change that, please get out of here and go see her." Grace stopping in front of his desk and looking at him.
"I still need to wait on Felix and the test results. Plus Spencer," the list of things he still needed to do cut short by Grace.
"Peter, go to the hospital and see Frankie. You are absolutely no use to anyone in that mood. You're distracted, your temper is uncontrollable, and we've had enough. You nearly killed a suspect, Peter. That's way over the line, even by your standards." Grace taking a seat opposite him as he sat forward and held his head in his hands.
"Frankie needs you, we don't, not like this anyway. Go, I'll cover for you if needs be." Grace watching as Boyd considered her words.
He was out of his chair and pulling his coat on before he changed his mind. Grace was right, Grace was always right. He stopped at the door, turning back to Grace and smiled.
"Thanks, Grace. I owe you." Seeing Grace return the smile before he walked out the CCU squad room and climbed the stairs two at a time.
When he arrived at the hospital he got the bag out the boot that had put there the morning before. He had packed it when he got home from the hospital the night he had visited, knowing that he had promised to bring in more clean clothes for her. He stopped off and bought coffee and some fruit tea crap. The smell from it had him gagging in the lift but he knew Frankie liked it. As he approached the door to Frankie's room he could feel he was still keyed up, his body tense, shoulders set. He stopped, closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths in, slowly realising them. Opening his eyes again he rapped his knuckles quickly on the door and turned the handle pushing the door open.
Frankie was sat up in bed, blankets kicked off, his pale blue shirt that she had on just covering the light grey boxers she was wearing. She had the Tv on, remote lying on the bed beside her. She turned her head to look at him as he entered, a smile slowly spreading across her face.
"Boyd." Sounding genuinely happy to see him.
"Frankie." He replied, closing the door behind him.
As he went to place the drinks on the table and take his coat of Frankie was out the bed and stood beside him. As soon as his coat was hung up she was in his arms, her face buried in his chest as he learnt his head against the top of hers. Her hands gripped the back of his shirt, his stroking her hair and holding her close to him.
"I missed you." Her words barely audible as she looked up at him.
Boyd placed his hand on her cheek, his thumb flicking her hair away from her eye. Frankie leaned her head into his hand, felt his lips brush her forehead as he dipped his head to kiss her.
"You missed." Frankie using her grip on his shirt as leverage so she could stand on her tiptoes.
"Wha," his word swallowed by Frankie's mouth as she kissed him.
Boyd returned the kiss, groaning as he felt her tongue slide along his lips.
"You're killing me here." Boyds words punctuated with kisses as Frankie managed to slip her tongue in his mouth.
"You're not saying no." Nipping his bottom lip with her teeth.
"You need to rest, and I need roomer shorts on. Get back in that bed." Kissing her one final time before he let her go.
Frankie sulked, giving him her best pet lip and sad eyes look as she got back on the bed.
"Drink your tea and behave." Passing her the tea he had brought up.
Boyd sat in one of the chairs beside the bed, sipping his coffee as he tried to think of anything that didn't involve Frankie and how amazing she felt pressed up against him.
"Have they said when you can go home?" Trying to distract himself from Frankie's long legs laid out on the bed in front of him.
"Tomorrow. Once the doctors made sure we're both still okay. I've brought my maternity leave forward, it official starts Monday instead of five weeks time." Frankie sounding a little depressed at the idea.
"That's perfect timing. I have a few days booked off work, we can do something together, if you still want to of course." Seeing her face light up at his suggestion.
"Really? You actually booked it. The great Peter Boyd has time away from the office of his own volition. I definitely won't say no to that." Boyd just glaring at her over his coffee cup.
"I meant what I said before, when you first came in." Her face suddenly turning serious as she looked at Boyd.
Boyd just waited for her to explain, finishing his coffee as he saw her reach out her hand to him. Putting his empty cup on the table he took her hand in his, kissing her knuckles.
"I really have missed you, and not just these past few days. Since that night, since before that night really, we've always had a connection." Boyd squeezing her hand as she talked. "When I left I wanted to come back, tell you everything, I just wasn't sure you would be interested. A baby's a huge thing, and you have your hands full seeing Matt, and looking for Luke. I didn't want to just dump this on, expect you to step up and be a dad. Then when you didn't come find me I thought it was just a one night thing, what I thought we had shared for years was all one sided. I would have come and found you, probably when she was born and looked up at me with those deep coffee brown eyes that she's going to inherit from her dad." Her eyes misting over as she saw Boyd stand up.
"Her mum has a beautiful set of chocolate brown eyes as well, so either way she's getting brown eyes. Not to mention the brown hair that we both have, or at least one of us still has." His hand coming up to brush his fingers through her hair.
Frankie moved over the bed and patted the space beside her, Boyd joining her on the bed as she cuddled into him. Frankie had felt how tense he was when he arrived, even now his body still wound tight like a spring.
"Boyd, what's wrong?" Feeling him take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"The latest case, it's tough. We know the bastard is guilty of multiple murders, we just can't prove it. Felix screwed up, Stella put herself at risk, and I nearly drowned the suspect, not to mention trying to beat the living crap out of him." Taking another deep breath before slowly letting it out.
"You tried to drowned a suspect! What the hell happened?" Frankies shocked voice making Boyd feel a little guilty for his actions.
Boyd proceed to tell Frankie what had happened, about Grace being the one to step in and stop him. As he talked Frankie subtle moved, bringing his head down from her shoulder to rest on her chest, her now being the one who had him tucked against her side as she stroked her fingers through his hair and massaged his neck. She knew there was a dark side to Boyd, a side of him which he did try to keep under lock and key, but a part of him that did surface every once in awhile. She had heard of him beating up suspects, heard of his heavy handedness but had never witnessed it with her own eyes. She kissed his forehead, stroked his cheek, rubbed and kneaded the knots in his neck, felt him slowly relaxing. He gave a deep sigh, his arm sliding over her bump as he kissed the skin just above the open neckline of the shirt she had on.
"Feeling better?" Her voice soft and low.
"Mhhhh," was the best Boyd could muster as he listened to Frankie's steady heartbeat under his ear. "Grace was right." Moving his head just enough so he could look up at Frankie without having to move his body.
"Grace is always right. What was she right about this time?" Frankie's fingers brushing over Boyds jaw, his beard making a scratching sound when she brushed it the wrong way.
"Me playing hooky to come to see you." Closing his eyes at the feel of her fingers on his face.
"She thought I would be able to calm you down, destress you." Her fingers now moving across his brow smoothing over the worry lines.
"You have. I needed this, needed you." Lifting his hand and slotting his fingers through hers.
"I really have found that caring and sharing side haven't I. Who would have thought a lab rat like me would be able to tame a great big fierce lion like you." Boyd mock growling at her making her laugh.
"When they discharge you, call me, I'll come pick you up. I'll drop whatever I'm doing, no matter what time it is, or what I'm doing I'll come get you." Shifting so he could kiss her.
"Okay." Returning his kiss.
"I should go, let you get some rest. It's nearly home time anyway." Slowly untangling himself from Frankie and climbing off the bed.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Frankie getting out of bed and standing beside him as he put his coat on.
Frankie straightened his collar then did up one button on the front of his coat, stepping back so she could look him over.
"I'll see you tomorrow, okay." Seeing her watching him.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow." One hand resting on the side of her bump.
He had just put his hand on the door handle when she called his name.
"Boyd." An uncertainty to her voice.
He turned and looked at her, scanned her face, looked deep in her chocolate brown eyes.
"I know," Boyds reply simple but holding so much meaning.
She could see her own thoughts, her own feelings reflected back in his eyes. They both understood what the other couldn't say because they themselves couldn't say it. Boyd turned back to the door, turning the handle and opening it. He stepped through the door knowing something monumentally had just taken place, without a single word being said by either of them. She loved him, and he loved her, and with a simple look passing between they had just admitted it to each other.