Hey guys!

Okay many of you kept asking if I would write a Ressler Whumo Season 2 drabble story...the answer is YES!
As Ben said in the comments of Ressler Whump Season 1 → „If they don't have Ressler getting hurt, make him get hurt." That's the plan here :o)

We all know that he is hurting in another way...I deal with that in my other story „Withdrawal". So in this chapter I won't mention his drug problem (I LOVE THIS NEW STORYLINE) But as I said...other story. Check in if you have time.

I will start this story with episode 2x02. I noticed a mistake in the episode which brought this idea back into my mind. If you can watch the episode again and look at the glass on the right side and then look again when Ressler jumped through it...recognized it? :o)

Have fun reading. Here we go again :o) Changed the storyline...but you already know that from Season 1 :o)

Chapter 1 – A Pleasure (2x02)

The sound of a gunshot and breaking glass made Ressler jump out of pure instinct.

"Ressler!" Keen screamed and he could hear the pure panic in her voice. She was struggling and as soon as he got visual on her he knew why. She was fighting Salerno and he was just getting to his feet in time to see her catching a blow from Salerno. Without hesitating he jumped through the space where there had been one-way glass just seconds before. He could feel the sharp pain in his hand but blocked it out completely. Liz needed his help.

Even if his hand was nearly killing him he threw his first punch towards Salerno without hesitating. From the corner of his eyes he could see that Keen still wasn't back on her feet. Despite that there was not much she could do right now.

Ressler ducked to grab the gun that was now in reach. He had hated to be unarmed in this country right from the beginning. Doing this job without a gun was nothing he was used to and right now he knew why.

Solerno managed to escape out of the room but Ressler was right behind him, firing a shot just a few inches beside Solerno's body. It was a clear warning. He could feel Liz's presence beside him and felt relieve washing over his body immediately. She was okay.

Just seconds after Katja had stumbled out of the room, blocking his clear shot on Solerno all hell broke loose. Bullets flying through the air while they had tried their best to escape, luckily able to jump into a taxi. Ressler ignored the sharp pain in his hand and in his side while taking care of Katja. She was bleeding heavily and Ressler knew that he needed to stop the bleeding to keep her alive. He just shoved his jacket back a little recognizing that his shirt had already turned red. Damn it one of the bullets must have harmed him too. But right now there wasn't the time to worry about himself. He needed to safe Katja and get them out of this hell as soon as possible.

Keen looked up at Ressler as he moaned out in pain while lifting Katja into the train.

"Hey, you okay?" She asked just getting a nod from her partner. Right now wasn't the time to admit that he was far away from okay himself. He already felt the cold taking over his body. His hands where slightly trembling and he felt lightheaded.

Ressler guided Katja towards a corner sitting her down carefully, talking her through the worse inner struggle she was just feeling. He knew how she was feeling. He would never forget Reddington talking him through the panic of dying. He knew that Katja would need some words now too and it was on him to talk her through, internally convincing himself that he would be okay too.

Keen watched Ressler closely as he was talking to Katja, the train slowly starting it's way towards the location Reddington had told them. Sweat was visible on Ressler's forehead and he looked unnaturally pale even for his tan.

Ressler tried to focus even when his vision blacked out every now and then. He could still feel the throbbing sensation in his hand and especially in his side. Due to all of Katja's blood Liz hadn't even noticed that something was wrong with him and he wouldn't let her as long as possible.
The train came to an abrupt hold and they could hear the voices outside.

"What the hell?" Keen asked, hurrying towards Ressler, towards safety. She needed to hide behind him even if her mind was begging her to not hide behind him.

How could she put Ressler in danger without facing danger on her own.

Liz looked up at the gun Ressler was holding, while her eyes couldn't believe what she saw. Ressler's hand and his arm where covered in blood and due to the constant dripping she could now recognize that it wasn't Katja's blood, it was Ressler's. She knew that she couldn't call him on it. Not now. His body was on full alert. She could see him swaying a little in front of her and without hesitating she grabbed for his waist, trying to stabilize him with her hands on his hips. It wasn't only her he was shielding with his body, it was Katja too.

Ressler tried his best to focus, to keep a clear vision even if his body was screaming for him to sit down. He could feel Keen's hands on his hips trying to stabilize him as good as possible. He knew that he couldn't give up now. It wasn't just only Katja he protected, it was Liz too. She was unarmed and she was standing right behind him, he had to focus. He would never let anything happen to her.

As soon as the door to the wagon flew open Ressler strengthened the grip around his gun ready to fire if necessary. He spotted the automatic weapon and his heart skipped a beat while his leg was sending a reminding sensation though his body. He had survived it once.

Liz could feel the warm liquid on her fingers, closing her eyes for a second. Ressler was bleeding badly not only from his hand but from his side too. He needed medical attention but instead he was standing in front of two woman, shielding them with his own body, the only gun they had firmly in his hand while he was facing an automatic weapon.

The man opened another door and Ressler couldn't believe his eyes as Red and Dembe walked through the door like it was just a friendly visit for coffee.

Ressler kept his gun drawn, not letting the automatic weapon out of his eyes for a split second. "Enough with the guns." He heard Reddingtons voice and lowered it after the other man had lowered the gun too. Red just started philosophizing about trains as Liz harshly interrupted him.

"Ressler needs medical attention!" She pointed out.

Ressler wanted to turn around to face her but his legs now giving way, the level of adrenaline slowly dropping.

Liz could see a twitch in Red's face before she was leaning down beside Ressler, Dembe following

closely. She was sure that it had been a flicker of worry in Red's face but she couldn't concentrate on that right now.

"Have you been shot? Don tell me what's going on!" Liz begged, already opening the buttons of his shirt.

"It's just a scratch. Bullet grazed me. Lost to much blood." Ressler said, trying to stay awake and focused.

"Oh come on Donald, we are doing this again? Here? We really don't have time for this." Red said in an amused voice getting a stern glance from Ressler. Red knew that the situation was getting critical but he couldn't help but try to lighten the mood.

He's going into shock Red." Dembe pointed out after feeling for Ressler's pulse. Red closed his eyes for a second. Not again.

Ressler tried his best to control the violent shaking of his body. He felt lightheaded but wasn't willing to give into the darkness that was waiting for him. Not here. Not now.

"Donald I am afraid you have to hold in there for a while longer. The bridge is swarming with police. We have to move quickly." Red pointed out, getting to his knees beside Ressler as well. He quickly looked at Resslers wounds. He had a piece of glass in his hand which had cut a large wound into his flesh, bleeding heavily. The shirt on his right side was soaked with the red liquid too. Red took a quick look to convince himself that Ressler really didn't take a bullet before he helped the Agent to his feet together with Liz. Dembe took Katja into his strong arms carrying her outside.

"We will be wheels up in 20, there is an on board medic to attend to the wounds." Red said while Ressler tried his best to keep his feet moving. He knew that he couldn't black out now. He leaned heavily onto Red not wanting to put to much pressure on Liz.

"You are so stubborn!" Liz said getting Ressler to crack a soft smile into her direction.

"I knew that you would lecture me again because of this one."

"You can be sure I am just starting." Liz said praying that Ressler would stay responsive on their way towards the plane. Red had to smile to. Silently. The two of them where crowing closer and closer.

Luckily the way wasn't that far and Ressler could exhale deeply as soon as his body was stretching out on the floor of Red's plane. Katja had been placed onto the couch, a medic attending her. Liz was kneeling behind Ressler, his head gently laying in her lap and to his surprise he could feel her hand in his good hand.

"Stay with me." She said, getting him to open his eyes again. He hadn't even noticed they had been closed.

"Donald what a pleasure again. I am pretty sure that you will develop your love for modern art soon when we keep doing this." Red said preparing everything to give Ressler his blood. Again.

Ressler's body was now shaking uncontrollable and Liz changed positions pushing him down onto the ground by his shoulders, trying to keep him as still as possible. He could see the sorrow in her eyes, she was leaning so close he could feel her warm breath on his cold face.

"I'm cold." Ressler said, getting Dembe to place a blanket over his body not long after. The warmth felt good immediately.

"Donald I have to admit that it is a pure masterpiece how long you can hold your body back from slipping into unconsciousness. I really feel a great respect for this capability." Red said, placing two fingers into Resslers neck again.

The medic made his way towards Ressler now, looking quickly at the injuries before preparing an injection.

"What is it?" Ressler asked. He was barely conscious but he would never just accept a syringe in his arm without discussion it first.

"It will help with the pain." The medic said before injecting the needle into Donalds other arm. Ressler watched carefully before the medic hooked him to an IV, getting more fluids into his body.

He tried his best to keep focused but soon have to give into the darkness that was now pulling on him, soaking him in.
"Ressler! Hey! Don!" Liz said as soon as she felt Ressler's body going limp under her touch.

"Don't worry. I sedated him." The medic said, getting Liz to look up at him.

"You did what?" She asked not missing the grin on Red's face.

"I told him so. Our dear Agent doesn't need to suffer if there is a way he can relax a little. We both know that he would have watched Dr. Masako here stitching him back together. I really think he had done enough for today." Red said before stopping the blood donation.

Red got back to his feet looking at Katja before sitting down in one of his chairs. He watched Liz still holding Donald's hand, covering him up with the blanket, brushing gently over his cheek while the doctor stitched up his violently bleeding wounds carefully.

If they would recognize it on there own someday?

…to be continued!