Overwatch HQ
Switzerland.

"What do you mean?"
Jack's voice, the panic in it, woke Ana up from her sleep. She was sleeping for two, eating for two, and that was hard enough for her; but she could always rest easier with Jack's strong arms around her and the child like a guardian- one that would always be there for her. For them.
Ana began to lift her head up as her bed-mate raised a finger instantly. The kind that told her this was urgent. She gave a glance to the holographic time floating from the device on the bedside.
3:47 a.m.
"No, that's impossible. That's-" Jack went quiet again, cut off by the indecipherable words being spoken on the other end of the line. He got up and began to pace, his lean physique quivering in the cold of the room as his muscles reacted to the stress.
"We cleared her. She was fine…he's dead? Where is she?"
Silence again. Jack was listening intently as he wrestled into a pair of jeans and tank top and reached for his blue bomber jacked lazily hanging against Ana's wardrobe. She'd never heard him like this, and her own heart began to race. Clutching her stomach, Ana put her feet to the ground .
"Damn it!" Jack hissed, his voice rising against the restraint he was attempting, "I'll get the jet prepped and be there as soon as I can- do not let her out of your sights, do you understand me?"
Jack clicked the call off and tossed his device on the bed with a soft reaction as he put his hands at his greying temples and shook his head.
"What, Jack? What's wrong, what happened?" Ana came to him and put her hands on his arms and she could feel his skin raising to her touch.
"It's Amélie…she murdered Gérard just two hours ago."
"Oh my Christ. Jack…" Ana recoiled at the shock and she could feel it through Morrison as well.
Amélie Lacroix killed her husband. Her husband, the elite sniper who had ran more missions with her than almost any other operative in their family of soldiers had.
Amélie. The quiet, pretty French woman who would often times compliment Ana so genuinely she thought she was an angel who had mistakenly fallen into the body of a mortal woman.
She let the silence settle, and Ana knew Jack was struggling with what to say. Struggling with trying not to lash out and scream.
"Who else knows about this, Jack?"
"Adawe was the one who called me. The General from the U.N. She made it apparent that it was a very private ordeal. I have to go to France, Ana. I have to…" Morrison grunted, a primal groan from his soul. One that pained Ana to hear almost as much as it hurt her to see. Jack's knuckles were white as starlight and she could see them trembling with the pressure.
"Come here, Jack. Come." Ana opened her arms for him, but he refused. All he could do was breath.
"I love you, Ana. Please know that." Morrison finally broke from his hesitation and came to deliver a kiss to Ana's dry lips, and even his kiss was detached and hostile. She knew his anger wasn't directed towards her, but Ana Amari was scarred by her inability to help in that moment. That moment that would set the course for everything from that day forward.
"Is anyone going with you?" She asked before he reached the door.
"No. Keep it that way." Jack commanded.
Silence.
"Come back to me Jack. When you're done, come back to me…and know I'll be there for you when your mind is heavy and you can feel that darkness around you."
"I know, Ana." Was all he could manage before she heard the latch of the door, the hinges creaking open, and the sound of it shutting as a punctuation to the morning.

Ana Amari didn't go back to sleep on that day.
The morning brought news that Zeigler and several other supporters had been sent into London to help what was referred to as a terrorist attack on an Omnic neighborhood…that's what she heard, but Ana refused to watch the news or to see the world on that day. Despite the war's fiery conclusion as a testament to humanity, it kept getting more and more dark. The past week alone Overwatch had three security breaches of people attempting to trespass and vandalize the estate. Three breaches and four online articles shaming the organization from intelligence leaks which brushed away cobwebs on Overwatch's method of "intelligence gathering."
To the media, the heroes that had painted their television screens and front pages for the past 2 and a half years were now reckless monsters growing hungrier with the power that seemingly didn't full them.
Within them, a rift was growing more and more wide with the passing day. Blackwatch didn't act like they were held in the same jurisdictions or protocols as the rest.
Gabriel Reyes was his own Jack Morrison, and his Jack Morrison had his own supporters.
Ana Amari could see it on the faces of her friends- the ones who knew about the pregnancy wouldn't talk about it to her, and the ones that didn't know wouldn't talk anyway. She watched from afar as Mei-Ling would attempt to talk to Jesse McCree…and the strong cowboy, more under the influence of Gabriel than ever, would talk to her with fewer words and colder glances that even her elemental preference would be chilled by.
You should be more nice to the girl, Jesse. Ana told him once, and McCree, the boy who always was affectionate of Ana, would shrug and give a look to make sure he wasn't being watched before the compassion that broke through his hardened mask could be seen.
I can't Ana. Not no more. I ain't got time for…schoolyard crushes.
That's something Reyes had told him, she had no doubt.

Ana watched Gabriel as he made his way into the common area. It was her and only a handful of others, no one speaking, everyone keeping to themselves as if there were judgmental eyes ready to punish them.
Reyes nodded to the ones sitting, and they hurriedly got up and evacuated like rodents scared off by a predator. And a predator he was. Reyes was never one to smile, but his masculine face seemed to be frozen in a grimace as of late. His dark eyes always under the shadow of his furrowed brow.
"Angela is gone, so now it's okay to speak to me?" Ana asked.
Reyes shook his head with a whisper of breath from his nostrils.
"You know why we can't talk, Ana," He said, "we aren't allowed."
"I'm allowed to do whatever I want, and speak to whomever I want. Jack doesn't control me like Angela controls you."
Gabriel's jaw clenched as she pulled up an ottoman to sit on, feet away from Ana.
"I'm going to have a right to see my child, Ana."
Amari felt like she was going to joke on her attempt to swallow her fury.
Reyes looked into her eyes and they seemed to study each other. Study the person that they slowly had drifted away from.
"What we had was…" Amari began to speak before Reyes interrupted.
"Don't call it a mistake. That child won't be a mistake."
"The only mistake here is you thinking that my baby will be allowed to be drawn into this war. This alpha-male contest between you and Morrison. You want this child to see this power hungry animal you've grown into?"
"I'm not the monster here Ana. I'm the future of Overwatch, and I'm the one that'll make sure we don't fade into nothingness by the next time Talon or the Omnics attack us or the people we're sworn to defend. My actions reflect that while your boyfriend rolls over for the ones who hate us."

The look on Gabriel's face and the conviction in his voice told Ana he knew full and well what he wanted and what he was saying. He wasn't insane. He wasn't a monster, no.
He was driven. But for the wrong cause.
"Jack doesn't hate you Gabriel. He doesn't roll over…he wants what's best for us. You do too, but… there are other ways. My god, I mean, you two were best friends. Brothers."
"We still are, Ana. But our fraternity has always been about him. Not about us."
"Is that what Angela has you believing?" Ana asked.
She could see the doctor now, her skeletal fingers maneuvering through Reye's brain like a puppeteer stringing along their wooden playthings. Whether Reyes could see it or not…she wasn't convinced.