For the prompt: "Let's go get lost somewhere."
"Hey, Bess." Isabelle perched herself on the edge of Elizabeth's desk. "Did you talk to Henry about it?"
"Yeah." Elizabeth's voice was flat.
"What did he say?" When Elizabeth looked up at her, it wiped the excited little grin off of Isabelle's face. "Hey," Isabelle said, softer. "What's wrong, what happened? You... you've been crying."
Elizabeth flipped the page of the report in front of her apathetically. Her eyes were still red from all the angry, desperate tears she'd shed last night, and her face was still puffy because of it. "He doesn't want me to go to Baghdad," she said.
"But it... it's a promotion." Isabelle frowned.
"It's overseas."
"It's only a year."
"A year in a war zone."
"Not on the front lines."
"I told him that."
"And?"
"And... he doesn't want me to go."
Isabelle made a noise of disbelief. "Bess, this is everything you've been working for. This is your whole career."
"He'll divorce me if I go to Baghdad," she said in a near whisper.
Isabelle stared at her, dumbfounded. That was the last thing she expected Elizabeth to say, and she had no idea what to say in return.
Elizabeth looked as if she might start crying again. Her bottom lip trembled until she tucked it between her teeth. Isabelle had never seen Elizabeth cry before, and she wondered in a small moment of panic what she would do if Elizabeth cried now.
When she seemed to curl in on herself, Isabelle wrapped an arm around her. "Come on," she said softly.
"I just need a minute."
Isabelle pulled her in tighter and then used the leverage to lift her up and out of her seat. "Nope. Come on. Let's go get lost somewhere."
"Iz..."
"We're going."
"It's the middle of the day, we can't just leave."
Isabelle shrugged indifferently and continued to steer her out of the bullpen. "It's just a lunch break. We'll take an hour, walk you around the woods or something, get a sandwich into you, and then you'll feel loads better. You know I'm right." Isabelle led them into the elevator, and then down to the lobby, and then out of the building. The air was balmy and warm. Nothing like it'd be in Baghdad, but perhaps that was irrelevant now.
"You could just let me wallow for like, ten seconds," Elizabeth muttered.
"Like you didn't spend all of last night and all of this morning doing just that." Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Stop being a whiny little baby, Bess."
"I hate you."
"Uh-huh." She walked them to her car and tried to shove Elizabeth inside, smirking when Elizabeth swatted her away with an indignant huff.
She drove to a park a few miles down from the office. They got out, walking side by side until they reached a bench. They sat in silence.
"If it were me," Isabelle began, "I'd say divorce his ass."
Elizabeth snorted. "Yeah, you would."
"I'm just saying! But, you know. Not every guy is Henry, and I know that divorce isn't really an option for you."
"I didn't think it was for him, either," she said softly.
"Maybe he didn't mean it. Maybe he just... panicked."
Elizabeth shook her head. "You didn't see him last night, how angry he was. He meant it."
She almost didn't want to ask. "Are you going to quit?"
Elizabeth sighed but didn't answer. And Isabelle didn't push.
"Wanna walk down to the water?" she ventured instead, after a long moment.
"...Yeah. Let's do that."