Notes:

RL has hit me hard and I am really far behind on my other stories, but he is a shortie for now.
One shot for now, could be expanded at later date.

I do not own any part of the blacklist, NBC has not given me anything yet... :( I would gladly, GLADLY own any part of James Spader, I wonder how much he would cost to rent for an hour...

Raymond Reddington filled her every thought, night and day. He was absolutely fascinating, the way he spoke with a deep baritone tone, his eyes and how they show his every emotion, the feigned confidence he had around her.

Elizabeth Scott, newly divorced had filed for divorce for two reasons. Reason one, she found out her husband was a lying cheating bastard. Reason number two, she had finally admitted to herself that she was in fact in love with Raymond Reddington.

This admission had not come easily. Elizabeth tried to fight her feelings ever since she first laid eyes on him inside the box at the post office. She was a happily, or so she thought, married women, she should not be having a strong desire to walk over the first time she laid eyes on this man and make love to him. She tried to put herself out as a tough bitch who wouldn't allow anyone get in her way, especially Raymond Reddington.

Raymond made her go on undercover after undercover mission with him, her always being some sort of mistress of his. She learned that she wasn't faking the characters' emotions toward him, they were there, they were always there.

Then Tom's secret came out, and the FBI stepped in. They went through her entire life, piece by piece, leaving no stone unturned. Elizabeth was broken through the entire processes, the only person who stood by her side, the only one who proved to actually be her friend, was Raymond Reddington.

Raymond Reddington. She had to tell him how she felt, she knew he felt the same way. The glances up and down her body, the way his hand slides lower on her back when no one from the FBI is watching, the way he kisses her while undercover. No person was that good of an actor, and she graduated as the best profiler in her class; Elizabeth Keen knew how he felt about her.

Now all she had to do was tell him…

It was pouring outside, and Elizabeth didn't want to pay for the valet parking. So, she parked in the parking garage across the street from the hotel. All the lower levels, with covering's where full, Elizabeth drove up to the top, parked her car, and felt the rain drops burning down her skin.

Once she made it under the covering Elizabeth felt better. Once she made it to the bottom, she was nervous to see him like this, she felt like a drown rat. Her make-up was most likely running down her cheeks, her clothes wet and limp, her hair wet and curled in tendrils.

Elizabeth waited to cross the street, and along comes a car that drives fast through the large puddle situated directly in front of her, spraying muddy murky water all over her.

She felt like going home, curling in a ball and pretending that this night never happened. Elizabeth couldn't turn back now; she couldn't hide these feelings that were growing inside of her the moment she laid eyes on him. Elizabeth made the decision to follow through with her plan, even if she looked horrible.

Once inside the hotel she chose to go up the stairwell, it gave her move time to think through how she was going to tell him. And more time to drip off.

"332A" She told herself as she followed the numbers down the elegant hallway with dark red carpeting and eggshell colored paint.

Elizabeth stood in front of the door, staring at the peephole, not knowing whether she should turn around and go home or be a big girl and knock.

She chose knock.

Elizabeth balled her right hand up into a fist, her hand begun to shake uncontrollably. She knew she had to do this; she had to tell him. She moved her hand up to the door and thumped the door three times before taking a step backward.

She heard him move within the room, heard him questioning who was interrupting him this late at night, heard the door creak open slightly.

"Lizzie? What on earth are you doing here? And dripping wet?" He ushered her into his room, and quickly shut the door behind her.

"Umm, I… I ca… umm." She stuttered out; she was nervous, cold and embarrassed.

"I know you are a very vocal person, use you words Elizabeth." He spoke to her as if they were inside of the post office being watched by AD cooper, certainly not like he speaks to her when it is just the two of them.

"Elizabeth?" She managed to squeak out.

"Yes." He set his jaw in a determined way to remain focused and professional. "Elizabeth, tell me what the hell you are doing here, now or I will stop with you and the blacklist."

She could feel the tears filling her eyes, burning and causing her eyes to turn pink. "I jus… I just wanted t… to tell you…"

Raymond cut her off, "You are wasting my time, spit it out or we are through." He was rising in irritation and anger in a way he had never been with her.

Now feeling the pressure she jumbled her words altogether, "WhatIWantedToTellYouWasThatIAmInLoveWithYou…"

"Elizabeth." He was now angry, she could tell and it frightened her.

"I am in love with you." She whispered, looking down at her feet.

"Go home." He was still angry, but there was something lighter about the way he said those two words.

"What?" She looked up and found his eyes right away.

"I don't want you here right now, go home." He turned away from her.

"R… R… Red?" She walked toward him and placed her palm in the center of his back.

"Stop." The anger was building again within him, and she was scared but didn't retreat, just held her hand on his back.

"No!" She yelled her voice child-like and shaky. "I has taken me a long time to get to this point with you and god dammit you are going to listen to me."

He quickly turned around and slapped her across the face, surprising them both.

"Red?" Elizabeth was now in shock, the pain hadn't kicked in with all the adrenaline coursing through her body.

"Get out of my hotel room and away from me." He started to yell, Raymond Reddington never yells.

She stood firm in front of him.

"Get the hell out!" Now he was yelling, Elizabeth continued to show no sign of fear after the slap. She took a step toward him.

"NOW!" He yelled.

She held firm, her lips set in a line. He looked right into her eyes seeing the fear that only presented itself in her eyes; her eyes never lie.

He was desperate to get her out of there, and slapped her harder on the same side of the face. She turned and spit out blood, but still never moved away from him.

"ELIZABETH! NOW!" He screamed at her, Liz allowed the tears to fall down her face.

"I don't want you here right now, I don't want to work with you, and I do not love you." He was still yelling at her.

Elizabeth's jaw dropped, and her brain was replaying the last five words over and over in her head. I do not love you.

Tears were now forming Miniature Rivers down her cheek, and she felt numb. Elizabeth didn't feel anything other than numb, and stayed frozen- unable to move from her spot.

He watched her crumble in a matter of seconds, he saw her strong resolve crack and fall against the ground, now his voice gentler, "Go home, Lizzie."

She turned and started to walk to the door. She wrapped her hand around the handle, and started to turn it.

Raymond just watched as she was about to leave, then she turned around to face him. He saw a different emotion now covering her face, she was pissed off. She yelled, "I AM NOT A GAME! YOU DON'T GO FUCKING WITH MY EMOTIONS AND LIFE TO IN THE END TELL ME YOU DO NOT WORK WITH ME, OR EVEN TO SEE ME ANYMORE?! I DON'T NEED YOU TO LOVE ME BACK!" She turned back to the door.

Her fingers gripped the door knob tightly as she could. Tears streaming down her face, Liz felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Lizzie, dear, don't be mad. I just don't think you are really ready, for us." He tried to calm her, but she opened the door and walked out. Slamming it in his face, they both just stood on each side of the door until Liz ran to her car through the pouring rain.