Sorry it's been so long but I've been busy and my muse hasn't been so co-operative. Watching reruns though remind sme how damn good they are together. This is a little short but it's a tease. I think there are probably three or four more parts to this and I'm hoping for maybe one a week as I try and squeeze everything else in.

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.

If You Go Down In The Woods Today

Part five

Grace rolled over onto her back and stared up at the canvas of her tent. It was still early, close to dawn and other than the man across the tent from her no one seemed to be up. "Are you awake?"

"Are you decent?"

"You can hope," she replied, smiling as he lifted the flap and crawled into her compartment.

He wanted to apologize for the previous evening but he wasn't quite sure what to apologize for. Should he say sorry for a kiss he wasn't sorry for in case she regretted it, or should he explain why he hadn't wanted to take it further when they returned to camp.

"How did you sleep?" she asked, sitting up and holding the sleeping bag around her.

"The second my head hit the pillow."

"So I gathered," she offered blithely.

He had been drunk, it shouldn't have surprised anyone that he had disappeared into his tent and not re-emerged. "Is sorry the correct response?"

She gave him a pitiful look. "How am I going to make it up to you would be a better response."

"How would you like me to make it up to you?"

"Boyd."

"Grace."

"Well this isn't getting us very far," she sighed, shifting position as he made himself comfortable at the end of her sleeping bag.

"Apparently you only take advantage of me when I'm drunk," he deadpanned.

Grace let go off the sleeping bag as her hands began to move through the air in frustration. "That's not. . . Well. . . You're . . ."

He grinned back at her like a naughty school boy. "I'm here, Grace. No one else is around."

"Yeah, it's kind of nice." She glanced down at her oversized T-shirt and back up at his face. "So?"

Boyd moved onto his knees and crawled towards her, pausing to gaze once more into her face before settling himself next to her.

Grace bit her lip in expectation, waiting for him to make the decision for her. It had been a long time since she had been in such a position and the idea that Boyd might actually step over the imaginary line and kiss her properly sent shivers through her body.

"Okay?" he whispered as he leaned in, his face barely inches from hers. Gently, his fingers stroked her cheek as he tilted her head towards him, bringing his lips to hers. The kiss was so much more gentle than she had anticipated, their lips barely touching before he pulled back.

"I think you need to make it up to me . . ." Her words were lost as he moved in to kiss her again, his free hand slipping around her waist, pulling her against him. One kiss merged into another, each becoming more frantic as they finally gave in to their buried emotions. Grace's hand found bare skin as her legs kicked their way out of the sleeping bag.

"Boyd! Grace!"

Boyd cursed against her throat as Tom's voice carried through the campsite. "It's a damn conspiracy."

She laughed throatily. "I think it's just bad timing." Her hand slipped from beneath his T-shirt as she tried to move from under him. "We should . . ."

"Yeah." Boyd gently slid his fingers up to cup her face, gazing into her eyes. "I guess we should." Lightly he kissed her nose before reluctantly releasing her and rising to his feet.

Grace watched him disappear into his compartment and let out the breath she was holding as her heart hammered in her chest. Part of her was relieved that they hadn't gone any further, her body not yet adjusted to the feelings he invoked in her, the rest of her frustrated by the constant interruptions. When she finally regained her equilibrium, she began to change, contemplating as she did so the many ways she could dispose of her colleagues bodies and finally see if the real thing was as good as her dreams.