I was going for a little light heartedness, hopefully you'll enjoy.

Title: If You Go Down in the Woods Today

Pairings: Unknown at this point but probably Grace and Boyd

Summary: Team Bonding

Rating: K+

Spoilers: up to and including season seven.

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If You Go Down In The Woods Today

Part Two

Boyd's prediction about them spending the weekend in a tent in the middle of nowhere hadn't been far off the mark. In fact it was two tents and they had to erect them themselves. By the time they had parked the cars and spent nearly an hour trying to get the tents to remain standing, and listening to Boyd's constant cursing and commentary, no one was in a very good mood. The only upside was that there was a small wooden shack a short walk away containing basic washing and toilet facilities, which being the townies they were pleased them all immeasurably.

By the time they had made camp and allocated tents, it was dark, cold and they were all tired and irritable, a mood that was not that different from their normal working day.

While the younger members of the team pottered about, Grace sat on her jacket on the ground, her arms wrapped around her, cagily glancing around.

"You alright?" Boyd asked quietly, stretching out on the ground beside her, too exhausted to complain about the situation any longer.

"I don't like the woods at night," she replied, her ears pricking up at the distant sounds, unconsciously moving her body closer to his.

"I'll protect you," Boyd said with a wide grin, his arm outstretched.

"Now that just sounds creepy," Stella said, walking out of her tent, sipping a bottle of water.

Tom, the guide checked the tent pegs one more time and shook each tent to make sure they were sturdy before walking back towards Grace and Boyd. "So I'm off now," he announced. "I'll be back at 7am for the first task."

The two detectives and psychologist shared confused glances.

"You're not staying?" Stella asked, a little concerned about being abandoned in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't that she hated camping, or was scared of the dark, it had more to do with the fact Tom had confiscated all of their phones and I-pods.

"No, I'm going back to base." To a comfortable bed and a beer, he didn't add. "So today's been a warm up. Tomorrow we'll start the real team building."

"So you're gonna bring bacon sandwiches and coffee?" Spencer asked with a grin, ever hopeful that it was all a big mistake.

Tom shook his head, "You have bread and the basics. I'm sure you can manage a little toast. Sleep well." He disappeared into the trees, his smirk annoying all of them, the sound of a car engine starting shortly after.

Spencer looked at Grace, imitating puppy dog eyes.

"What? I suppose I'm making breakfast," She bemoaned, her annoyance more than evident in the accompanying sigh

"You're always on about us eating properly," he replied cheekily, retreating to a safe distance.

Grace scanned the vicinity for something to throw but couldn't see anything that would inflict pain but not do serious damage.

"I'm going for a walk," Eve announced, reappearing from her tent with a scarf over her head and zipping up her fleece jacket, dressed like it was the middle of winter . She liked her own space, liked to be able to walk and think, which is why her body farm was so important to her. She had barely spent a few hours with the rest of the team and she felt trapped.

"Are you crazy?" Grace asked horrified, more worried about them finding human remains and another case, than something terrible happening to the younger doctor.

"I'll be fine. There's nothing out there to worry about."

"Just trees," Boyd said, an edge to his voice.

Stella rose to her feet, and offered, "I'll come with you."

Spencer stretched with a groan. "Guess that means me too. We'll be back." He placed a hand on each of the women's backs and guided them through a gap in the trees.

"You realise Eve would have been better off on her own," Grace said, watching the others trek off. "And by the look on her face that was the point."

"Forget about them. We get some peace." He shivered involuntarily and rolled over onto his side to look at her. "So are you going to open one of those bottles in your bag?"

Grace tried to feign ignorance but failed miserably.

"Oh come off it. I've known you long enough to know you have red wine, probably a few bottles of white too."

She rose to her feet with a smile and disappeared into a tent, reappearing with a bottle of red wine. "I remembered the corkscrew but forgot the glasses."

"It won't be the first time I've roughed it."

"Charming," she said, grinning.

"Huh?"

"I'd hardly say being with me was roughing it."

He rolled his eyes, adjusting his position so he was partially sat up.

Grace took a long sip of the crimson liquid before handing him the bottle. "So I guess we should agree that what happens at camp stays at camp."

"Oh god," he groaned. "What have you got planned?"

She chuckled mischievously. "Who said I had anything planned? A little spontaneity goes a long way, Boyd." She took the bottle away from him and took another sip, hoping he couldn't see the red hue her cheeks had taken. The precipitating images finally consigned to the back of her mind, Grace lay back on the ground, facing him, his face barely visible in the enveloping darkness.

They sat in relative silence, their bodies barely touching, the cadence of their breathing the only sounds in the darkness, as they drank their way through the bottle and listened for sounds of the others returning.

"Do you think we should send out a search party?" Boyd asked finally, the quiet getting too much for him.

"I think we should go to bed," she replied quietly, the wine making her more woozy than normal.

He gave her a slightly hesitant look, trying to read her barely perceptible features. The idea was certainly one he had never thought about before but it was not an awful one, nor was it a sane one considering their already volatile relationship.

"I don't think either of us is drunk enough for that," she offered, reading his silence perfectly and rising slowly to her feet.

"Sometimes, Grace, you can be such a spoil sport," he retorted drolly, getting up and following her towards the tent.

Grace stuck her tongue out at him and lifted the flap on their tent, disappearing into her compartment. She wasn't sure who decided that she and Boyd should share the two berth tent, although she vaguely remembered Spence saying something about protection. Although she also wasn't sure which aspect of the sleeping arrangements that referred to. Whatever the reasoning the result was that she and Boyd had separate compartments in the four man tent.

"You say that now, Boyd, but I don't want you accusing me of beseeching your honour," Grace called as she changed into something more comfortable to sleep in.

"Even if I knew what that meant I wouldn't use it," he replied, zipping up the outer flap.

"You know, you're much more fun away from the office," Grace announced, lifting the flap to her quarters and sticking her head out.

"There are many women who would beg to differ."

"Sometimes it just takes the right woman," she offered with a smile, her blue eyes dancing just a little. "Now, if you get scared just call."

"What, I don't get to crawl into your sleeping bag?" He took a step towards her compartment, something mischievous in his glazed eyes.

"Boyd!" she warned, giggling, her hand outstretched, as she back-stepped. "Behave."

"Oh, Grace!"

Eve came to an abrupt halt at the entrance to the clearing and turned to look at her two companions. "Maybe we should have stayed away a little longer."

"Maybe I should have brought my ear plugs," Spencer grumbled, shivering at the images permeating through his mind.