'Sigh. Another bad night.' Hetty mumbled as she walked to the kitchen.
She was getting her tea when she heard a knock at the door.
She put her tea down and answered it.
'Hello Henrietta.'
She couldn't believe it. After a year of being away and probably dead, he just shows up at her door?!
'Owen?!' She whispered.
'You going to let me in?' Granger asked.
After slightly getting over her shock, she let him in.
'How, how are you still alive?! And looking so good?! Ou looked like you were dying a year ago!' Hetty asked, still processing.
'Kim convinced me to try a clinical trial. As much as it looked, I still wanted to try to live, It worked, as you can see. I've been living with her since. Well, when I'm not working part time with the Red team.' Granger replied.
'So, during all this time, you never tried to contact me, or thought of it?'
'I thought about it, but, I just didn't.'
'Just didn't?! That sounds an awful lot like you wanted to forget about me!' Hetty exclaimed.
'Maybe, maybe it did. But look, can we put this past year behind us and try to move on?' Granger said, trying to calm her.
Sipping her tea. 'Uh huh. Yeah, you mean just forget that you let me believe that you've been dead for a year. Sure sure.' Hetty grumbled.
'I didn't want you to watch me die! I didn't want you to suffer like that.' Granger replied.
'Oh really? Do you have any idea what it was like to go to the hospital and find out you were gone?!'
'Uhhh…..'
'I was crushed! Crushed that my best friend and only good partner that I've ever worked with had just left me and wanted me to believe he was dead!' Hetty angrily shouted.
'You think I wanted to leave you?! I watched someone die slowly years ago, and it really hurt! I wanted to spare you the pain because I loved you!' Granger shouted back.
Stunned silence.
'If you loved me, you wouldn't have left me, and you would've tried to call me.' Hetty softly said, while shedding a tear.
'I'm really sorry for leaving, truly.'
'I think it'd be best if you left. I have a lot to process.'
Unhappily, Granger agreed to leave, but he left his phone number for her.
Looking at the number. 'Sigh. A whole year. And he thinks he can just waltz back into my life and expect me to just forgive him? Good luck with that.' Hetty unhappily thought.
She had thought of just storing the number away and forget about it, except. A part of her wanted to call him, despite her misery and anger.
'Oh bugger. I'm going to eventually end up calling him, am I?' She thought, then chuckled. 'Oh, you old bastard.'