Liz groaned. She was running late for work and to say she was sexually frustrated was putting it mildly. It was all that son of a bitch Reddington's fault, she thought, since she had been having a rather sensual dream about him when she was supposed to be getting ready for work. Well too late to do anything about it now, she sighed, as she ran out of the door with a piece of toast between her teeth.

When she arrived at work she came face to face with the man himself. Great, she thought, he was dressed impeccably in a dark three-piece suit, patterned tie that somehow managed to exactly match her eyes, and his signature fedora. Because she was still feeling the effects of that dream she was finding it hard not to stare.

'Lizzie,' he said delightedly, 'sweet dreams last night?'.

Liz gasped, 'What? How did you know?!'.

Red grinned like a Cheshire Cat. 'Know what? I just enquire because you're looking rather flushed and your pupils are unusually dilated, are you sure you're okay?' Despite his apparent concern, he looked as if he was enjoying every minute of it. Whereas Liz was not. Before she could embarrass herself any further she scuttled past him towards her office, where she could work on the case in privacy.

As soon as Red was in the elevator he closed his eyes and sighed heavily. She had dreamt about him last night, and by the signs of arousal she showed it was obviously an explicit dream. Oh how he would love to have been there when she'd woken up. She would have been soft and open to him and...oh. He couldn't go down that road, not in public anyway. He did wonder what this dream meant, though. Was she attracted to him? Did she have feelings for him? He'd had plenty of dreams about her, of all kinds, and he definitely had feelings for her. But maybe this was different? Right there Red made the decision to find out just exactly how Liz felt about him.