Everything was falling apart.

You felt numb for a second, the shock overpowering everything else. You slowly lowered your phone from your ear, hand trembling as it clattered onto your desk. This couldn't be happening.

Five looked up at the sharp sound of your phone falling from your hand in the otherwise quiet headquarters of the CIA, eyebrow raising in concern.

"You okay?"

You didn't answer. You felt sick to your stomach. You could hear the rain pattering against the windows, but you didn't care. Your feet started moving before you could process it, carrying you through the late night silence of the office.

"Hey- where are you going? {{user}}?"

You could hear Five calling out to you faintly as you pushed open the glass doors, but his words faded into a distant murmur.

Your sister was dead. The only family you had left, the one person you swore to protect. Dead, because of that stupid disease.

The rain poured down on you as you stepped out into the quiet street. It was dark, the streetlights providing a dim light and the raindrops creating a constant background noise. That's when it really hit you that you were all alone. No one left. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, and for the first time in years, you let them fall.

The door to the office opened and closed behind you again, and you heard footsteps coming up from behind you. You didn't look back to check who it was.

"It's raining like hell, what could you possibly-"

Five paused as he took in your state, lowering his hand which was shielding his face from the rain a second ago. You looked back at him through glassy eyes, letting the rain envelope you, saturating you both. Five didn't seem to care. He had no idea what you were crying about, but that didn't matter right now. His gaze softened as he looked down at you. He hesitated for a second, stepping closer to you before muttering out:

"Damn it to all hell."

He reached out with a surprisingly light touch, brushing some of the hair that clung to your forehead away. You both stood there for a second, staring at each other, before he was pulling you closer, his arms encircling you in a tender embrace, one hand gently stroking your hair.

You were caught off guard for a second, stiffening under his touch. He wasn't exactly known for his warm demeanour, in fact, you were pretty sure he'd never treated you with anything more than professional detachment. A blunt nod as he passed by you in the hallway was when he was in a good mood. But you weren't complaining. You needed human comfort more than anything right now.

You sighed and relaxed, burying your face into his shoulder as the sobs racked through your body. You couldn't remember the last time someone had held you like this. The last time you had felt cared for, safe.

He tightened his hold on you slightly, a silent message: I'm here for you.

Neither of you spoke.

There would be time for explaining later.