Crashing through the doors, Spence could still hear his boss's shouts. He knew Boyd was only trying to stop him from seeing what he'd just seen, but, Spence didn't care. He needed to see Grace for himself. Needed to know that she was going to pull through, that she was going to be okay. His heart was beating fast against his chest, there was no way Linda could have won her Endgame. Like Eve said, Grace was a fighter, she was strong. She wouldn't leave them, she couldn't leave him. They needed her, Boyd needed her.

Ever since the Cold Case Unit was first commissioned, and Boyd requested Grace to be part of their team, Spence knew their friendship ran deep. The two of them had known each other previously, they all did, however, the relationship between Boyd and Grace was something different. They had a connection, bouncing off each other ideas about where cases were going. Grace was able to push Boyd, question him or his methods in a way no one else could. Or that Boyd would even allow. Grace was somehow able to step over that line without having to worry about the consequences. There were times when Boyd had pushed her too far, but Grace always pushed back. She gave as good as she got. Spence had been so lost in his thoughts that he had no idea which way he should go. A nurse stopped by him and asked if she could assist him anyway.

"Uh, could tell me where Grace Foley is?" Spence inquired.

"Are you a relative?" the nurse wondered.

"No, I'm a colleague."

The nurse informed him, a doctor would be on his way. Not long after the nurse had left him did a doctor approach him.

"Are you inquiring after Grace Foley?" the doctor asked.

Spence gave a short nod. There was a small pause before the doctor carried on.

"As you may be aware, she suffered a deep laceration to her neck. When she arrived here, she had already lost a lot of blood..."

"But she is okay, right?" Spence interrupted the doctor.

"I'm really sorry, the bleeding was too severe." The doctor approached closer towards Spence.

Spence felt numb, the words seemed to fade away and all he saw was the movement of the doctor's lips. He was so lost in his own mind that when he finally managed to come back to reality, Spence had only caught the final words of what the doctor was saying. Words that he always dreaded to hear.

"I'm really sorry."

Spence shook his head, trying to bring himself out his trance. "I'm sorry I didn't quite hear the last bit." he spoke to the doctor.

"The blood loss, it was too much. We did everything we could, but she went into cardiac arrest."

"Are you saying she's...?" Spence could not finish his sentence. He didn't even want to utter the word he knew he was going to say.

The doctor sympathetically nodded his head in response. "Yes, I'm afraid she didn't make it."

Spence heard what the doctor had said, but couldn't quite take it in. Once again the thought of him needing to see her himself rose and he turned towards the doctor. "Can I see her?"

"Of course. Please follow me." The doctor led Spence down the long corridor of the hospital. The doctor stopped outside of a private room and stepped aside. Spence slowly turned his head towards the open door. In that moment, he felt his breath hitch. His eyes began to form tears as he slowly took a step into the room. It was eerily quiet, no machines beeped. Nothing to indicate life was present. Spence walked over to the bed, hesitating his hand over hers. He didn't dare to touch it because he knew that once he did, it would only confirm what the doctor had told him. It was something he didn't want to acknowledge, something he knew Boyd didn't want to acknowledge. Spence stopped himself from placing his hand on top of hers and abruptly exited the room.