Note: My first language is not English so there will be a few (maybe a lot of :P)grammar mistake... but I hope you'll enjoy the story! :)
Oh, and unfortunately the Blacklist is not mine.

Early warning

It has been two week since the first appearance of Berlin.

Liz moved out of the house which gave her a lot of false and hurting memory about her husband and moved in a small flat nearby the Blacksite, so she didn't have to get up early and use the public transportation. But since Cooper was attacked by Berlin, both Liz and Ressler had been sent for a small vacation – they won't exist until Cooper comes back.

It was a bit dangerous for her to be alone, but she couldn't help. On the first week she stayed with Red: most of the day they were looking for Berlin but at night they were like strangers. Liz always went to her bedroom, which was next to Red, and did her business like Red did his. Sometimes on the early hour of the morning they met in the kitchen while one of them was drinking some orange juice, but their conversation was lasted no longer than a few minutes and they were talking about Berlin or how beautiful the night was at that moment. She felt that Red wanted to get closer to her just like before, but Liz couldn't stand with the fact that Red was who killed her father.

She understood that Red did it because her father was in pain, but damn it! He was who took the chance from her to say goodbye to the only person who raised her and loved her! And – on the other hand – Red hurt her soul.

In the past year since she and Reddington started work together she felt something about him. Not romantically – however she felt the chemistry between them – but she felt a kind of attachment, a bond of partnership…a friendship. It got stronger when she found out the truth about her husband. She thought Raymond Reddington was the only person who she could rely on – but she failed. She easily forgot about the fact he was a criminal, a notorious liar who doesn't care about anyone and anything but himself. He let her believe that she was special but now she realized that she was nothing more than a business which he had to protect because the great Raymond Reddington never failed any business. She was emotionally weak and she had to find out how she could forgive him – she had to if she wanted to work with him again.

But not tonight. Tonight I need my beauty sleep.

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The sun begun to raise to the sky, the town became alive again. It was nearly 5 a.m. but Red didn't sleep. He had never slept well.

He was sitting on the bench of balcony, sipping his morning tea and thinking about the only person who brought joy to his life. Now this person was far away from him, not just physically but emotionally.

She was important to him. Of course, Lizzie didn't know the reason, but he was very aware of it. In that moment when he had brought the little girl out of the fire, when she had sneaked her tiny hand around his neck and never wanted to let go, he knew that he had had to protect her no matter how.
Now the little girl became a young, smart and beautiful lady.

This young lady melted the ice which was around his heart and made him vulnerable. But at the same time she made him stronger. Made him wants to live.

No, Raymond Reddington never wanted to commit suicide he was never that type but he was lonely. He was always busy because this way he didn't have too much time to think about his life: his family was murdered by someone who has been hiding in the shadow, he saw Luli's scared eyes before she was shot by Garrick, and here he was: Lizzie couldn't bear him.

He nearly gave up but when she had come to him to catch Berlin he saw the light. He had known in that moment that he still had had hope.

His thoughts were disturbed by Dembe. He sat next to Red with some papers in his hand and worry in his eyes.

"We have a problem" Dembe said and handed the papers to his boss. Reddington read them thoroughly then a small smile appeared on his lips

"Well, well, well…looks like I'm not the only number four on the FBI's list anymore. Get the car and I'll take my luggage. But first: we need some morphine and a blade razor."

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It was nearly seven in the morning when Lizzie was woken up by heaviness on her mattress. She slowly opened her eyes and within a second she was wide awake: she found Raymond Reddington lying in front of her nearly a meter away in fetal position smirking at her.

"Good morning sweetheart" said Red with a bit groggy tone.

" Whaa?!...What the hell are you doing in my house?" She quickly sat up and covered herself with the sheets. She hadn't expected company in the morning when she went to bed so she was wearing a black tank top and red French panties. She was more confused than angry. Somehow Red wasn't himself.

"I've just come through the window like everyone else would…"he said with sarcasm in his voice "God you have a very VERY comfortable bed you know that?" Red definitely wasn't himself. He was now lying on his back with spread arms and legs which were nearly touched her through the sheets. He wore white shirt, sleeves rolled up with loosened tie and his grey vest with grey trousers.

"Are you drunk, stoned, or both?"

"Maybe a bit stoned…you know Dembe gave me a bit more morphine than necessary…but who cares? I'm in love right now with your bed. My bed is a bit used but looks like yours is brand new" with a dangerous glint in his eyes he turned to his side and continued with low, seductive voice " Wanna some funny business? We could make the springs out of this mattress"

It was the last sentence and Liz couldn't hold it longer: she burst out laughing. For a moment she forgot about the fact that the man who was lying in front of her was the reason of her misery. She couldn't believe that he has just said that.

"Seriously Red, have you ever seduced any woman with this?" With a swift motion Liz was under Red without sheet, arms pinned next to her head.

"Oh, dear, you have no idea" his voice was low and his pupils were dilated. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Within a second she was able to speak…okay, maybe not speak but whisper.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to take you with me."

"Have you found something about Berlin?" she desperately wanted to forget the fact that she was pinned in the bed by Reddington. But Red didn't give the privilege to help with that. In fact he continued his half stoned-half turned on behavior.

He leaned closer only an inch away from her neck. He inhaled then blew the air out slowly while he was speaking.

"I like your perfume. Is it Choco Channel?"

"Red, stop!" she wriggled but he held her firmly. She knew there was an only way to leave this situation; she had to play the game.

"Why would I stop?" said Red against her neck. He could feel her rapid heartbeat.

"Because…because you make me want you"

Red stopped and withdrew for a moment. Just like how Liz expected.

"Really?" he was excited.

A wide grin spread across Liz's face.

"No." she took the advantage of Red's weakness and now she was a top of him and his hands were pinned next to his head.

"That wasn't nice" rolled his eyes but he was still aroused she could tell by the predatory glare.

"Let's try again: why are you here?" she released his arms and crossed in front of her chest. Now she was angry.

"I love when you're angry…and top of me…I could get used to it." she rolled her eyes and stood up which made Red a bit disappointed.

" Yes, Red. I'm angry. It's seven in the morning and you're in my bed! And you don't want to tell me why the hell are you there!" she buried her face into her hands and sighed heavily when she saw Red was grinning. "God, I feel like I'm speaking with an eight years old."

"Okay, okay I'll tell you, but please promise me you'll believe me. I have a lot of money in this business."

"Just spit it out for God's sake!"

Red rose a bit up in the bed and rested on his elbows. His face was serious but his eyes were still in fire.

"I'm not the only number four on the FBI's list anymore."

"Who is the other? Someone from the Blacklist?"

"Not exactly"

"Do you want to play twenty questions all day or would you tell me the name?"

"Elizabeth Scott Keen"

note: Okay, it sounds like Red is a bit out of the character but I read that if you take some morphine you'll feel like you're brave, overwhelming, and you can do anything. And I just imagined how could Red behave when he's stoned :D

Sooooo what do you think?