The night after the case, Hetty's house
'Are you okay?' Granger asked.
'Depends on your definition of okay. If by okay, you mean Am I okay after being hauled off to DC, questioned, and under tight security the entire time? My answer: I suppose.' Hetty responded.
'You know, when I said to think of your team, I didn't actually mean give yourself up as the mole.'
'It was the only thing I could think of to do.'
Silence.
'I got a question, something that's been bothering me: When that loser politician tried to make us turn against each other, did, did you think of, doing the unthinkable?' Granger asked, uncomfortably.
'No! Why, did you think of betraying me?!' Hetty responded.
'I would never do that!'
'Good.'
Silence.
'Are you mad at me?' Granger asked.
'Why?'
'Just a feeling.'
'I have 90 days to find the mole, or this partnership is over. I'm not happy about that, not at you.' (sipping tea) Hetty responded.
'Well, do you want to do something, to help get your mind off it?'
'Sigh. As sweet as that sounds, Owen. I think, we have to put any chance of having a relationship on hold for now. Until the mole is caught. I can't have any distractions, my job, and our partnership are very important to me. I hope you understand.' Hetty responded.
With a sad face, 'I do'.
'This isn't easy for me either. But if I don't have my job, I don't see how we can be together.'
'I can tell. Are you going to see Kensi soon?'
'Soon. Right now, I have calls to make.' Hetty replied.
He understood, even though it hurt. But, he understood how she was probably feeling: She might lose her job, one of her agents was in a coma. She was most likely scared of losing everything she cared about.
He hoped that whatever they had, could survive this setback.