AN: I'm back on track with a new fic. The name Tinkerbell makes you think about something? :D

Once more thank you so much to my sweet beta reddington19. I wanna dedicate too this story to my lovely facebook group and to everyone who joined us in two amazing initiatives: #LoveForMegan and #LoveForTheBlacklistWriters. Remember, no matter what, we need them to make this show pretty awesome.

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The thoughts succeeded each other at a hallucinating rhythm in her head. The confusion was imperative, however, her biggest problem was in her heart. That feeling of tightness wouldn't let her in peace.

Wife? I always thought she'd be dead. How can he hide me this fact? Does he still love her? She is really pretty, no wonder he has chosen her. Grrr, Elizabeth Keen, you need to stop thinking these thoughts!

Many reveries took all her attention while she was driving to Red's safe house, one of many that she ever known. As she approached, a small drum beated strongly in her chest. The days had become almost impossible to hold on, with too many peaks of strong emotions. Red almost lost the woman that a long time ago, his wife, and Liz almost lost him. It was impossible to continue in this limbo. How had she allowed him to become so important in her life?

Liz knew that she hadn't made any mistake with the address, when appeared in front of her a stately home, rustic and with a huge central balcony. The view of the sunset from there should be unique. Once more was Red's excellent taste proven. Only one of the windows throughout the house was lit up, it would probably be a fireplace as the visible light was dim and wavering. Liz looked at the clock that indicated 10 PM.

She went up to the large front door where, in vain, she tried to find the bell.

What kind of house doesn't have bell?

The knuckles of her fingers came in contact with the wood, sounding a beat. She received no response. Dembe wasn't at home? Liz opened the door carefully and put just her head in the opening to peek at the lobby. It was so dark and there was no sign of either.

"Dembe?" Silence.

"Red?" Silence.

Shrugging, Liz entered. It was urgent to talk to Red, clarify what had to be clarified. She wandered by a broad dark room with large sofas, then through the kitchen where prevailed the smell of strong coffee and finally by an immaculately tidy office. Nothing. No one.

Well, maybe there was someone upstairs.

Liz decided to explore the upper floor of the mansion, upping the many steps of the giant ornate stairway until she reach into a long hallway. Ahead, Liz had many doors, however, only one of them was open and slightly illuminated. She moved closer, feeling the warm invites her into the light. However, she stopped against the edge of the door, enjoying the scenery. By the fireplace, was a large armchair, from where she saw short strands of gray hair to glow with the light of the fire. Red.

And behold, something disturbed the silence of the night, startling Liz.

What was that strange noise?

And she heard again. And again. Red moved dimly in the armchair, leading Liz to think he would be the source of that strange noise. Next to the armchair, on a small table lay an empty bottle of scotch. Liz's heart began to race.

Oh my god, oh my god, my god! He's feeling bad.

"Red? Red? Are you okay? " Liz concern was evident in her voice that came out inconsistently in her tight throat. As she approached, she felt that at any moment her heart could skip from her chest. Once she saw him, she went into shock. An ice ran through her from head to toe, leaving her mind blurred for a few seconds, forcing her to hold herself on the fireplace so she wouldn't fall. Red opened his eyes and when he saw Liz, panic settled in his entire body, but if there was something that Liz will never forget, would be the panic in his eyes. She had never seen Red so scared.

Trying to break the silence, Liz opened her mouth several times, but no word was uttered. As soon as she managed to regain control of her body, she ran as she could to reach her car quickly.

"Lizzie! Lizzie! "She heard when she had reached the bottom of the staircase, after advancing several steps. Making more of an effort, she ran to the car and locked it as soon as she sat in her seat. Her breathing was more breathless than ever and if she had coming here confused, she was going home more confused even. But at that moment, the only thing she wanted was to get home as soon as possible.

If someone asked her how she got home, Liz wouldn't know how to respond. Her whole mind was stuck in the scene that she witnessed with Red just a few minutes ago.

Seriously, Red? Why, why?

While she put the key on her front door, Liz felt no disgust for what she saw. She was strangely excited. Pretty excited.

Elizabeth Keen, what's the matter with you?

She entered and locked the door behind her, afraid that Red had followed her. She threw herself onto the couch exhausted and Hudson joined her.

This was real? Did I saw Raymond Reddington, the 4th most wanted criminal in the world masturbating in front of the fireplace?

Nobody could imagine what tomorrow would bring.

Tbc

AN: Did you expect this end? I hope you enjoy guys. Read and review ;) I want to know what do you think about this first chapter.