Author's Note: Please review, I would really appreciate your help! Do not read if you're looking for romance between those two.

November, 1986

He rushed his way through the hallways and stopped at the reception counter. Nurses ran in and out, getting files and making phone calls, and occasionally shouting at each other. The whole place was a mess but he needed to get there in time.

He found one nurse who seemed calmer than the others, running her fingers through patients' files. She seemed to be on her 50s, so he figured she might have some heart. "Excuse me" The nurse didn't do more than sigh. "I'm looking for someone."

She sighed again, and, still checking the files, pointed at a large isle of about 50 people standing a few feet away from them. "Get in the line".

"No, you see," He looked at her name tag "Nancy, I can't do that. This is kind of an emergency and I would really appreciate if you could help me."

For the first time, Nancy bothered to look at him. A tall, blonde haired man, probably on his late 20s. His typical 80s hair made some kind of contrast to the dark-blue camouflage cap he had on. The uniform, camouflaged in the same color, was too large for him, giving him a funny look. His black boots were tied tight on his feet, showing dedication. The decorations stuck to the left side of his jacket were too many for someone so young.

"Boy, are those clothes really yours?" She asked suspiciously.

"Yes, ma'am." He said, thankful for finally catching her attention. "US Navy."

Nancy smirked, impressed. Maybe she ought to give him some help after all. "All right." The nurse went to the list of patients and rooms "What name are you looking for?"

"Reddington."

Nancy went through some pages until she finally found it. She turned to him again. "All right, they're in the surgery section. You just have to walk through this hallway, turn to your left, then to your right and you'll find it. Room 84."

He shouted a thank you as he ran down the hallway, trying not to bump into the doctors and nurses who rushed through the hallways in the same speed as him.

He slowed his walk as he got closer. There was a man sitting on the waiting chairs in front of the room, too distracted by his own thoughts to notice he was there.

"Hank!" The man raised his head in response. He was on his early 30s, had a short brown hair and wore a very crumpled suit with a loose blue tie. His frown seemed to disappear as he saw the military coming. He got up from his seat to meet him.

"Where the hell have you been?!"

"I came as fast as I could." They gave each other a quick hug and sat on the chairs. The military look at the other man's clothes and his tired expression. "No offense, but you look awful."

Hank smiled. "Not as much as you though" They both laughed. "Honestly, how do they even let you use their uniform with that haircut?"

The man took off his cap to pet his own hair, laughing. There was a moment of silence.

"Nervous?" He gazed at Hank, analyzing him.

"Well, yeah. But who wouldn't be?"

The man nodded, playing with the cap, distracted. Nurses and doctors passed by and the times seemed to never pass. "Listen, Hank." His voice was low and tense. Hank looked at him, predicting where he was going. "If you want to stop now, I'll completely understand. I can take care of every-"

"Are you kidding?" The answer took the other man by surprise. "Now more than ever, we have to keep going."

"Hank, it's too dangerous. From now on, you can't just risk your life. She needs you!"

"And I will be there for her." His ton of voice was strangely calm "But I can't stop now. This is too important."

The military looked down, angry. Hank noticed. "Look, I know what I'm doing. I'm the big bro, remember?" He put his hand on the younger man's shoulder. He still looked mildly angry, but nodded.

The next ten minutes were followed by silence. Hank balanced his leg nervously, watched by his young brother. That whole thing was destroying Hank and he knew it. He had become obsessed with all of this, too compromised. I mean, not that he himself wasn't compromised as well, he was. But he is not the one with his whole future behind those doors.

That was what made him so angry. Because he, unlike his brother, had nothing to lose with this whole thing they were doing. He didn't have anyone who needed him to be alive. He didn't have someone to come back to everyday when he got home. But Hank had, and he was wasting it. He was so obsessive he didn't even care. Selfish bastard.

(x) (x)

The surgery room doors opened and a doctor came out, still wearing gloves and medical cap. Both brothers stood up, waiting for his announcement. The doctor smiled at them. "Everything went fine."

They sighed in relief and hugged each other, laughing. The doctor continued. "She's still resting but you can come and say hi."

Hank thanked the doctor and turned to his brother. "I'll be right back". He nodded and watched as Hank passed through the doors, full of excitement.

(x) (x) (x)

A few minutes later Hank came back. He stood up in front of his brother, smiling. "She's beautiful". He laughed and hugged his brother again."Congratulations, Hank". His eyes were a mix of happiness and some kind emptiness. "I'm truly happy for ya".

They let go of the hug. Hank put an arm around his brother. "Do you wanna see her?"

He smiled. "I would love to."

(x)

They entered a very well lit room where pictures of babies were hung in yellow painted walls. On the opposite side of the door there was a window and right under it, a hospital bed with a woman laying on it. She was smiling at the little baby in her arms, wrapped in a towel.

She raised her eyes, noticing their presence. "Hey". Her smile could fill a room.

Hank led him toward her. He smiled at her, kindly. "How you doin', Julia?" He said, softly kissing her forehead.

"I couldn't be better." She noticed his eyes gazing the baby in pure admiration. "You wanna hold her?"

He looked back at her. "Can I?" She responded by carefully handing the baby to him.

He gently took the baby, getting used to her weight. She was awake, and stared at him with big, confused, beautiful blue eyes. He laughed in amazement. Julia made the honors. "Uncle Ray, say hi to Lizzie."

He couldn't stop staring at her, she was beautiful. Her tiny little hand rubbed her eye, showing she was tired. He laughed at the adorable gesture and gently placed a kiss in her forehead, looking at her once more.

"Hello, Lizzie" He said, smiling.

I pictured Red in this with James Spader's Pretty in Pink hairstyle in mind. Here is a link in case you're wondering: wp/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/tumblr_mol05fsh2s1qhhxd4o1_

I apologize in advance for any kind of english mistakes, since it's not my natural language.

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