The moment he had saw Boyd's back bursting through a door, Spence didn't know what to expect. He presumed that when he had entered the room Boyd had managed to save Grace. The drip that was supposed to be in her arm was hanging down, liquid dripping onto the concrete floor. Spence, however, was wrong. He did not expect to see the scene that he did. He cautiously walked over to where his boss was hunched over. As Spence got closer, he noticed cradled in Boyd's arm was a figure. He would have recognised that figure anywhere. It was Grace. Something however was off. Something wasn't right. The closer he got, Spence realised the liquid he thought was coming from the drip, was not the colour he expected it to be. Instead it was red colour. A colour that told him something had happened. He looked back towards Boyd and realised Grace wasn't moving. She was still.
"Sir?" Spence broke the silence. "Sir, move away."
Boyd didn't register what Spence was saying.
"Sir?" Spence tried again. "You've got to let me have a look."
This time Boyd seemed to come out of his daze. He turned around, blinking twice registering that he had company. Spence gently tried to remove Boyd's hold around Grace. Boyd wouldn't let go.
"Come on, please, Sir."
Spence noticed Boyd's hands were coated in blood. Grace's blood. His blood ran cold, he felt his stomach turn and tears prick the corner of his eyes. But, he couldn't let his emotions take over. Not just yet anyway. He had to remain composed. Now that Spence was with them, Boyd let go and stumbled back, looking down at his hands that was now red and sticky. Spence caught Grace. He looked down to figure out where the bleed was coming from.
"I couldn't stop her." Came Boyd's voice from behind him. "I let this happen. It's all my fault".
"Sir, this is not your fault." Spence responded as he placed pressure on the wound. "It's no one's fault other than Linda's."
Boyd gained his composure and strolled back over to where Spence was, trying to hold Grace while at the same time to stop the bleeding.
"Here, I've got her." Boyd said. "Call an ambulance."
Spence gently placed Grace in Boyd's arm before taking out his mobile phone to ring for an ambulance. Informing Boyd the ambulance should arrive in around 15 minutes, he rang Eve to give the team an update. 15 minutes later, paramedics took over and Grace was rushed to the hospital.
"What the hell happened, Sir?" Spence inquired once the ambulance had driven away.
"I don't know, Spence. It all happened so fast. I burst through the door, saw Linda standing over Grace. The next thing I know Grace was bent over clutching her side and Linda was gone. I should have gone after Linda but I couldn't leave Grace."
Boyd felt like he was still in the nightmare. The fear he had when Linda has forced him to kill Penny or loose Grace was still there, his heart beating faster than it should. He felt stupid, felt guilty he had let Linda take control of the situation. Something Grace had told he shouldn't have let happen. She had warned him that playing Linda's game was dangerous but only if he'd let her call the moves. And he had, Linda was one step ahead, like she always was. He had let Linda force him into a difficult position. A position he'd never wanted to be in. Boyd should have known what Linda was planning, should have known he was her reason for her game. Linda must have felt some sort of satisfaction either way. He hadn't followed her orders as she would hoped, but she had still proven her point; he was just like her. A killer. He had chosen his consequence and that was Grace. Grace would die at the hands of a psychopath. The moment he'd felt Grace's blood soak his hands, he thought the Endgame was over, Linda had won. But, now sitting in the waiting room, expecting to hear news on Grace's condition, Boyd was wishing it wasn't true.