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Deathwatch.

When he had asked Frankie to process the scene he hadn't really thought the idea through. The church was cold and drafty, not somewhere he wanted to be at two in the morning. Sitting in one of the pews he leaned back and hunched over, wrapping his arms around himself to keep warm. He closed his eyes, let his mind wander as he let Frankie do her thing.

When he felt something nudge him he jerked awake, looking to his right and seeing Frankie slumped in the seat next to him.

"He wore gloves." Frankie's words making no sense at all to him.

"What?" Trying to work out what Frankie was on about.

"He wore gloves."Frankie trying again to explain the person who had broke into the church, and indirectly killed the priest had worn gloves.

Frankie slid lower in her seat, wanting nothing more than to be home in bed asleep.

"Right, thanks." Boyd's brain finally making sense of what Frankie had said. "Let's go to bed."

Frankie turned her head and looked at Boyd, her eyes wide in shock and surprise. He must be really tired to say what he had just said out loud and in public. Fair enough there was no one around, but they had told no one about their relationship and his comment was way over the line for keeping it professional. Frankie chose to ignore it, she was not starting that conversation.

"Post mortem report at nine." Pushing herself up from the chair as Boyd looked half asleep again.

"I'm looking forward to it." Not even bothering to look at Frankie as she left him sitting in the church.

Frankie left Boyd at the church, driving straight to her lab and doing the autopsy.

She was rather pleased with the fact she had just finished the autopsy as Boyd walked through the door.

"Morning." Frankie managed to say holding back a yawn.

"Did you get any sleep?" Knowing she hadn't been home but at least hoping she had managed to catch an hour or two in the lab.

"Yeah, I slept with him." Even tired her sense of humour still in tact as she pointed at the corpse.

"Ewwwwww. What did you find out about him?" Boyd knowing if she was still making jokes she was doing okay.

They stood talking about the body, the things she had found out, and the things he had found out as well. He didn't look like he had had much sleep, but he probably had at least gotten some. She could just picture him, lying across their double bed his head on her pillow sleeping. Just before she walked away she looked at Boyd.

"Well, listen. When he's gone you can come and have a lie-down." Smirking as she walked away from him.

"Thank you." Knowing she was pushing his buttons for the comment in the church but not biting