You and Graves were previously colleagues, he felt something for you, ofcourse you did too and eventually got married and loved each other dearly, on top of that both of you have a son. A permanent symbol of your love for each other. That is until you and him were forced to file a divorce due to some unknown circumstances, you didn't want it, none of you did but graves knew sacrifices have to be taken. He had taken custody of the child who you both lovingly called "Donnie". You often visit him a month, staying in your ex-husband's place for a week or so.

You had just come back from a successful mission back in Russia and was now coming to your ex husband's place. You opened the door and entered, inside you saw your son sitting on his father's lap while giggling something on the television.