This is set after season two but without season three being taken into consideration. Just something that popped into my mind one day. Keen and Reddington are on the run and Ressler has caught up to them. A cop with Ressler, actually part of the Cabal, turns on Keen and shoots her.
This is rated M for graphic events and sexuality in future chapters.
I own nothing. Enjoy.
"NO!" Ressler screamed. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Keen crumpled to the ground in front of him. She was surrounded by a pool of her own blood within seconds of going down. She was still alive, but couldn't move. The pain and shock of being shot paralyzed her.
"What the hell, Liz?" Ressler whispered, kneeling beside her to cradle her head. He instantly forgot about everything else around him. The shooting, the gunman, Red, everybody and everything.
Agent Keen's eyes slowly made their way up to his. She blinked several times, trying to find her voice. The pain she was feeling was like sirens in her ears, trains running across her bones.
"I'm sorry, Ress. I don't…I just…"
"Don't say anything Liz. Just breathe with me. Don't let go." Ressler's head shot around to find Reddington. He caught a glimpse of him several hundred yards away, getting into the passenger seat of the car. Dembe was driving, and tires squealed at the effort to get to them.
He looked around more as he realized his vulnerability. He must get her safe. Get her to that car. Stepping around to the back of Keen, he slipped his arms under hers and started to pick her up and move her towards the car. Keen's feet dragged behind her, smearing the ground with her blood.
The car stopped just feet from the two Agents and Reddington got out, opening the back passenger door. Ressler got in the back first, pulling Keen along with him.
"What are we going to do?" Ressler asked. "The nearest hospital is about 2 miles away, St. Andrews. I can call it in - "
"We cannot go to a hospital, Donald," Reddington said. His eyes were void and he was staring straight ahead.
"What the fuck are you saying, Red? She's still alive, she has a chance if we go, now!" Ressler was leaning back again the opposite door. Keen was pushed against him, her head lolling under his chin. He held on to her, his left arm wrapped around her waist. His hand was pressing on her abdominal wound, but he didn't think it was helping much. His other hand was in her hair to try to stop her head from moving. His cheek was bloody from the top of her head and his hands. Streaks formed on his face, where the tears fell, landing on Keens face and lips.
His mind was whirling. He couldn't go through this again. In that moment he realized he felt the same way one other time in his life. When he was holding Audrey in much the same fashion. Begging her to hold on. To look at him. To not let go. Loosing Audrey damaged him for a long, long time.
'This', he thought, 'is going to destroy me'.
"The men who ambushed us are cops and federal agents, Donald. My sources confirmed just minutes before this started that no public place is safe"
"Then you have your mobile team, right? Call them"
"They have been compromised. Dembe, options. I need options…" Reddington whispered, almost inaudibly. It took all of his strength to stay calm. He forced himself not to look at Lizzy until he had to. He couldn't see her like this.
"We have one. Rose, the trauma surgeon you met about a year ago."
Red frowned. No, he didn't remember.
"In the hospital. She knew of you. Gave you her card."
Memories flooded back to Red. He pulled out his phone, and Dembe, always knowing, slipped a small creamy white business card from a slit in the side panel of the door. He reached over and handed it to Red, who quickly dialed the number on the front.
The ringing was loud in Reddington's ear. He looked out the window. Cars and trees were streaming by, melting together by their speed. He knew where Dembe was driving them to. A safe house he never used. They would be there in minutes. Glancing back at Lizzy for the first time, he cringed. She wouldn't be alive when they got there. He looked up at Donald, who's eyes were closed, head down, buried in Lizzy's hair. Teeth clenched together in a grimace, holding back a scream. He gently rocked back and forth, but if wasn't to comfort Lizzy. Red knew what he was seeing. A man breaking. A thought entered Reddington's head just then as he watched the two of them, but put it away to later analyze. It probably wouldn't matter anyway. The chances of her living were little to naught.
The phone rang a third time, then a fourth. Finally, it went to voicemail.
Red instantly redialed. This was his only chance, and it must go perfectly to work.
The cell clicked on with the second ring.
"This is Rose," came the voice from the other end of the line.
"Rose. Listen very carefully. This is Raymond Reddington. The address is 1049 W Lay Avenue. Do you have that? Ten, Forty-Nine, West Lay Avenue."
"Yes sir."
"Female, thirty-one, shot multiple times."
"Shot where?"
"Donald?"
Ressler seemed completely out of it. But surprisingly, looked up to meet Red's eyes as soon as his name was said.
"Three times," Ressler said. "Upper left thigh, lower abdomen, left shoulder." Reddington repeated the information to the woman on the phone.
The voice on the other end sucked in a breath. "Signs of internal bleeding? Blood in the mouth, nose?"
"Yes," Reddington said.
"Blood Type?"
"A positive."
"Allergic to medication?"
"No."
Click. The phone went silent.
"…Well?" Dembe asked. They pulled into the drive of the safe house. Dembe, and Reddington, saying nothing, got out of the car. Red went to the front door to unlock it. Dembe opened the back door and lifted Agent Keen off of Ressler. He hurried her into the house after Red.
Ressler's world swam. He grabbed a hold of the car door to steady himself as he got out. He was covered in Keen's blood. It was on his face, up his nose, on his hands.
Then he heard running from down the street. A woman in medical scrubs and a large duffel bag was sprinting towards him. He turned and ran into the house. A moment later, the woman, Rose, was inside as well. Ressler shut and locked the door behind him.