Walter Beckett has been in the spy agency in Washington working with his partner Lance Sterling for three years. They are now both older and have improved themselves over the tasks they faced and the lesson that they've learned.
(Y/N) is the enemy...
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The ambulance lights flashed behind him while he sat, soaked, on the cold grass near the ditch's water. Pellets of hail and bitter rain downpoured onto him, every drop leaving him only to feel numb and more dissatisfied. He didn't pay much attention to the cold, his thoughts ran around his mind, tagging and stabbing each other on the back as if it were an endless game. He couldn't get his mind around all of this, so much was happening and he was afraid he couldn't handle it.
There were police already setting a case for Brett Gardener, and thankfully Owen was taken to the hospital. Though, he could tell Owen was very upset about the whole situation; he has told police he doesn't want to charge Brett for anything; told them to bring him back to him safely; told them to get him out of the rain because he was cold and his hair was getting wet!
About ten minutes ago Walter had told police everything that he knows about Brett, however, he felt very guilty about it. All he wanted to do was get him some help, but he failed to talk to him. And now that he was sending the police after him, he probably thinks of Walter as untrustworthy. What baffled him the most was the fact that Brett was actually a really sweet person; he wouldn't hurt someone just because he wanted to. Even if he did take the shot he looked terrified while even lifting the weapon. But, even if he never meant to, he did cause harm, and he will get in a lot of trouble for that.
He didn't know Brett's whole story, nor does he know Owen's, (Y/N)'s, or Angelina's; he barely knows anything about them. What he knows is what they portray now. He thought about this as he sat with his hood over his eyes, a heavy sigh leaving him.
"Hey, " Walter heard someone say from beside him. He turned to face them with saddened blue eyes.
"(Y/N), " he smiled, and for a second his face lit up. She sat next to him on the cold ground, the police must have given her a raincoat; it was clear and large on her figure, but she was still wet and looked very cold. "You should stay in the spy car, it's warmer in there."
"Says you; the one sitting and getting drenched in freezing water, " she said with a little laugh.
"I'm just. . . Thinking. . ."
She moved her small hand to his face, brushing his damp hair aside and away from his eyes. "Some really intense thinking that's going on over here, are you sure you're not blaming yourself?"
"Uh---"
"Please don't blame yourself. . . You tried, we know. Owen even does."
". . ." Walter's heart squeezed when he looked into her eyes, and he glanced away for a moment. ". . .I promise I'm not. I just. . . I wish I could have done better or talked to him about it before-- I-I-."
(Y/N) shifted closer to him. "It's okay. You tried your best. Goodness, you are way too hard on yourself. I wish I could do something to help-- I know I shouldn't of-- let you fall asleep. . . You would've talked to Brett--"
