She was so shocked that she stopped walking, almost dropping her phone. 'Gone' she thought 'What does she mean by gone?'. Clark must have heard the lack of footsteps behind her and turned around. "Anything wrong agent Williams?" he asked. She was too shocked to respond, but her clear shock must have shown in her face. "If you need to take a personal call you may step outside for a moment" he said. Natara was very happy he was a profiler, because he had known that was exactly what she'd wanted to do. She gave a slight appreciative nod and stepped outside, sunlight having no affect on her numb body. It was quite noisy, and called Amy as she walked to find a quieter spot. She picked up as she found a secluded bench just outside the back entrance. "Hello?" said Amy, her voice was terrible horse.
"What do you mean 'gone'?" asked Natara, getting straight to her point.
She heard Amy break into tears, and felt a weight drop in her stomach. "He went to-to get a suspect from their home" she choked out "He never came back. We went for him and-oh Natara there was so much blood! They said-he lost too much- to much blood. He's dead Natara. We didn't find him, but there's now way-" she stopped then, overcome by tears. Natara felt her own eyes well up with the sad liquid, felt them spill down her own cheeks. 'This is not happening' she thought 'Not now. Not just as we started to make our relationship work'. She knew she looked terribly stupid, crying on a bench outside the headquarters to the FBI. Surrounded by people who risked their lives on a daily basis, who looked at her like a weakling. She simply sat there, and although they were thousands of miles apart, Amy and Natara wept together.