This is the last of the pre-written GA drabbles. However, I will keep updating this with other, unrelated one-shots. :)
True Colors
Abby gets the news before anyone else, and sometimes she hates her job.
The urge to track him down herself, just so she can shake him by the shoulders and scream, is overwhelming and she almost does it. Almost. She's trained better than that.
When Rachel hears and the CIA drags them both off for debriefs, it feels surreal. This could never happen. Not Joe Solomon, not the Circle of Cavan.
Not after Matthew.
But it has happened and she gets the full story that day. He was sixteen. She thinks of a time where dresses and boys meant just as much as missions and homework. Did he ever feel the same way - or was it that school of his from the very beginning?
There's no one to blame but him.
She remembers kissing him like it was yesterday. She also remembers her sister, beaming on her wedding day. Joe was the best man; did he think of killing his best friend then? He's a traitor, but it doesn't matter now. They're going to find answers and kill him.
He sails into that river and it takes every ounce of her willpower not to jump right in after him. She doesn't know what she'd do; slap him or kiss him or just cry.
It's the worst kind of backstab because maybe she loved him after all.