Hetty and Granger were throwing a work party, and at one point, Granger decided to bring up an intense case in which he had to rescue Hetty.
'When I found her, she was in bad shape. There was also a burnt corpse that we couldn't identify, never got the corpse's name though.'
After he said that, Hetty got up and went to the gym. Granger followed her soon after. He found her on a bench, silently crying.
'Are you okay? Was it something I said?' He asked, slightly panicked that he caused her to cry.
'No! No, you were wonderful. It's just, there's something about that case you should know about.' Hetty replied, wiping her eyes.
Sitting down next to her. 'I'm listening.'
'I wasn't treated too badly, My captors were too afraid to do much to me given my age, but to counter that, they did horrible things to Scott. Knee Breaking, beatings, finger breaking, even dental work! And I had to watch most of it all, because they thought it would make me talk. He eventually died of an infection, and his body was cremated.'
'That's horrible. I know we found a cremated body, but it was too far gone for identification.'
'He sacrificed his life for me, and his country. It still hurts to think about it all these years later.' Hetty unhappily said.
Squeezing her hand. 'I can take you home right now if you want to leave. I'll understand.' Granger replied.
'No, everyone will wonder where we went. I'll be fine now, I think.'
They went back to the party for a while, until Hetty was just too sad to stick around, and they went home.
'Almost every day for months, I asked myself: 'Why didn't he just talk? I know that's awful to think, but I couldn't bear to see him suffer so!' Hetty moaned.
'That's not wrong to think, that means he truly cared about you and his country, and maybe you did too.' Granger suggested.
'Maybe. (sighs).'
'What do you say I did out the really old whiskey from the pantry and we just enjoy ourselves?'
'Sounds pretty good.'