Note: And we've reached the final chapter! Almost hard to believe I've been writing this since July! Thank you to all who have stuck with this fic since the very 1st chapter, and to the few individuals who have reviewed this long story! I'll keep on updating Just the way you are when the mood strikes me, if you start missing this ship that should've set sail.

'I've got to do it, I need answers!' Hetty told herself as she drove up to Jennifer Kim's house.

A difficult year had passed since Granger left. And in that time, he had been replaced by a not-so-nice woman.

Kim's house

'Miss Kim?' Hetty said.

'Hmm. You look familiar. Short, brunette, yeah. You're that woman my dad was with 2 Christmases ago. Come in.' Kim responded.

2 minutes later

'What brings you by?' Kim asked.

'Questions, that I want answers to.' Hetty responded, awkwardly.

'I think I know what you mean. Come with me.'

Kim led Hetty to the field and tree her dad was buried at.

'He came here, and made it clear he didn't want any more medical help. He tried his best to be the father he couldn't be, and I think he did a pretty good job. A week after he got here, he went for a alk, and didn't come back. I went looking, and found him here. Figured it was the best place to bury him.' Kim said.

'It's, it's beautiful out here.' Hetty sniffled.

'Do you need a-'

Hetty gave her a hug and cried.

After a while, they started walking back to the house.

'I've had a very difficult year. I thought I was handling the loss well, but I haven't. Last fall, I did something to help someone I thought had died a long time ago, and it was a trap. It was an awful 3 months before my team saved me. Recovery has been, difficult. I've been back to work for a month now, and I'm still dealing with the aftereffects of it all.' Hetty said, describing what had happened to her.

'Very sorry to hear.' Kim responded, rubbing her shoulder.

'I know he was dying, but, a part of me really wanted him to still be alive so he could, be with me during my time of need.'

'I have something for you, it might help.'

Back at the house

'He wrote these letters before he died. He told me to give them to you the 1st time you asked me about how he died, I hope they can somehow bring you peace.' Kim said.

'Thank you.' Hetty replied.

Hetty went home and read the letters.

'Dear Henrietta.' My daughter suggested I get these thoughts down in writing, in hopes of somehow giving you comfort. After we left the spy days behind, I eventually forgot what it's like to work with a team. Your team and your kindness made me remember. You have an incredible team who love you and will risk their lives for, and they are pretty much your family. Never forget that, you are not alone. Love, OG'.

'Henrietta. When I first met you, I honestly didn't know what to think of you. Like, how could someone so small be such an intimidating, yet compassionate person? Working beside you in those days, and in the past 5 years, I've seen the kind of person you are. You're not only the scariest woman I've ever met, but the most extraordinary. Any man would be lucky to have you in their life. I know I was.'

'Hetty. This might be the last time I write, my health is declining rapidly. If there is another man in your life that loves you, then that man is the luckiest man in the world, and you should feel free to love that man. Take care of your team, and let them take care of you. This may sound cliché, but I'll always be with you. And I'll always love you. Have a good life, OG.'

After a long period of silence, and crying, Hetty put the letters next to his note in a safe, hidden in the wall of her house, stayed up half the night with her drinks, wondering if she would ever get over the loss of her partner, and get her new partner to respect her and her team.

'Oh Owen, what do I do?!' She moaned.

When she eventually got to sleep, she dreamed that Granger was lying next to her.

'Hoe drunk did I get that I'm seeing you in my time of pain?' Hetty asked.

'You always this dramatic when you're hurting?' Granger responded.

'I'm still recovering from 3 months of captivity, I just read the saddest love letters anyone has written to me, the one person I want most in my life is, gone, and I don't know what to do!' Hetty blubbered.

2 minutes later

'You gonna keep crying, or are you going to talk?' Granger asked.

'What do I do, Owen?' What, do, I, do?!' Hetty whispered.

'Well first of all (squeezing her hand), you don't drink your way into a haze night after night. And you take things a day at a time. You have friends you can talk to that might need guidence. Has Keane talked to you lately?' Granger asked.

'He ignores all my calls. I'm worried about him.'

'Then go talk to him, see what's up.'

'Owen, I'm worried I'll never feel, normal again. Like, I'll always feel alone some how, or that I'll never feel closure, will, will I ever feel whole again?' Hetty asked.

'Only you can decide that. And as I learned from my time with you, it's possible to feel things again that you thought you had forgotten.'

'How am I going to move on without you?' Hetty asked.

'You'll find your way.'

'Do me 1 last favor.' Hetty said.

'Yeah?'

'Stay with me until this dream ends, please.'

Squeezing her hand again, 'I will'. He responded.