I've had this idea for a while but was putting of writing it until after my exam, instead I decided to procrastinate in the sun and write this rather than revise.
For Cat, the first of many kindred spirits I met on this site.
Title: If You Go Down in the Woods Today
Pairings: Unknown at this point but probably Grace and Boyd
Summary: Team Bonding
Spoilers: up to and including season seven.
If You Go Down In The Woods Today
It had been a quiet day with little to do but review statistics and reassess cold cases then his phone had rang and the day had gone to hell. Boyd had circled his desk as he listened to the caller, his mood worsening as he received his orders. Boyd finally returned the phone to it's cradle and crossed the bullpen to Grace's office, his face like thunder, his body language leaving no one in any doubt as to his displeasure.
Grace looked up from her computer monitor and smiled. "What did the Assistant Chief Constable have to say?"
"How did you know?" he asked suspiciously.
"It was either him or your mother. I hazarded a guess." Her smile widened at how well she knew him.
He settled himself in her visitor's chair. "You and I are going to be spending the weekend together in the great outdoors."
"You're asking me away on a dirty weekend, Boyd?"
He looked slightly horrified at her interpretation, then his cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment as the idea formed a mental image in his mind. "Um. No. It's not like that."
"Pity," she said quietly, glancing down at her open files, struggling to suppress a grin.
Clearing his throat, he filed that piece of information away for another time, before continuing, "It's a team bonding exercise, Grace. You're part of my team. So we have three long days, and nights, in the great outdoors."
"Do you snore?" she asked, her head tilted and resting on her head as she gazed across the desk at him.
"What has that got to do with it?" Boyd asked, his features registering his confusion.
"If I'm going to be freezing my buns off in a tent, I at least want to share with someone who won't keep me up all night," she grinned mischievously. "Or at least only in a fun way."
"Grace!" he shook his head and refused to meet her eyes.
"Look it might be fun, a good thing, even. You and Stella can break down some of your walls. Spencer can fulfil his ambition of a threesome with the good doctor and Stella, and you and I . . . Well, we can do whatever it is the kids already think we're doing."
He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.
"Lighten up, Peter. I'm sure Spencer will be on his best behaviour," Grace offered reassuringly, the light in her eyes revealing how much fun she was having with the whole situation.
Boyd tried to suppress the image. "I'm more worried about you."
She chuckled and moved around the desk, leaning back against it. "So when does this big adventure kick off?"
"Do we have a case?" Spencer asked hopefully, stepping into the office and handing Grace a mug of coffee. "Sorry, Boss, didn't know you were in here."
Boyd shrugged. "You might want to start praying for a case, Spence. As of Friday three pm we're going to be setting up camp in the middle of a forest. We may never get out alive."
"A little melodramatic, Boyd, don't you think?" Grace said, removing her glasses and tossing them on the desk.
"Can I ask why?"
"Because the ACC said so, Spence."
"Okay," he said, although his voice sounded less convinced. Just us, Boss?" The idea of spending two days on a camp out with Boyd sounded only slightly more appealing than a night in Eve's body farm.
Boyd smiled for the first time since entering the office. "No, Spence, our three lovely ladies will be joining us. It's called Team Bonding."
"Don't we do enough of that every time one of us almost gets killed?"
"We could try doing that a little less often," Grace interjected.
"Hey, for that matter, what's wrong with a little team bonding down the pub."
Grace rolled her eyes. "Embrace the idea, Spence. I mean, just think, the middle of nowhere, Boyd and Stella spending three whole days chained to each other."
Spence rose an eyebrow, a slight grin tugging at his lips.
"Ok, figuratively speaking. And no alcohol. What can go wrong?"
"No alcohol, are you serious?" It was bad enough they practically lived together already but to deprive him of alcohol on his weekend was beyond reprehension.
She nodded, her brain already mentally packing her tote bag and trying to figure out how much contraband she could smuggle in. "Go spread the word, Spence. I'm sure the girls will be as receptive to the idea as you two are."
As Spence left, Boyd rose to his feet too. "You know, you're enjoying this a little too much. In fact it's beginning to smell like one of your kooky ideas."
"I'm just trying to remain positive," she grinned. "And my ideas aren't kooky."
"Humph," he grumbled as he headed back to his office, detouring towards the coffee machine. "Let's just see how positive you are at the end of it."