WHERE: Saffron's Office WHEN: Friday; late evening WHAT: Saffron takes David aside to talk STATUS: Closed; In Progress VIEW WARNINGS: Discussions of death, grief, trauma
In the years she'd been a handler, Saffron had lost two agents on missions. It'd been devestating, enough to make her wonder what she had done wrong, pick apart her training methods, look towards how she could be better. Distance at least let her know it was never one thing, it wasn't her fault; things happened, it was impossible to train for every outcome.
But she'd never had to sit an agent down and explain to them that a loved one had died on base; she'd told three agents over twelve years of deaths of agents in other bases -training accidents, but mostly off base missions that made it home only to succumb to injuries. It was never easy, she knew that. There wasn't a set manual for how to do it. But she felt horribly out of her depth.
When they discovered the idenity of both agents; Scotty Weston and Darcy Maddox, the follow up had been to round up those closest to Scotty and get David separated from the main group. She'd already word vomitted in a text to Miles, who'd been utterly unhelpful, just texting her back with 'You got this', as if that was the advice of the century.
She didn't have the time to text back to tell him, emphatically, that she did not 'got this' and that he was an idiot. One that she found herself missing when she needed to do this crap on her own.
She had water and tissues prepared -was Maddox a crier? He didn't seem the type, but this was a major emotional blow- and her team were currently in the cafeteria together, where they hopefully wouldn't need her until she had gotten through things with David.
Saffron was fully prepared to message any one of the other handlers should she need back up too.