Hey guys, so I've been reading loads and load of Blacklist Lizzington Fan Fics the last couple of months and thought hey what the hell I reckon I might be able to do something like so here it is my first fan fic, first thing i've ever written actually. Hope you all enjoy it, review and let me know if I should carry on.

Any mistakes are my own, I have dyslexia so I do appologise in advance guys.

This is my version of what I like to think happens after the mid second season finale.

*Runsawayandhinds*

Disclaimer: The Blacklist is not mine.

"I don't know what's wrong with me"

"There's nothing wrong with you…" He leant in, placed a soft and gentle kiss on the side of her cheek, and hugged his bear like arms around her that made her feel like she was protected from everyone and everything.

"There's nothing wrong with you" He repeated as he continued to hold her in his arms. He needed his Lizzy to know that there was nothing wrong with her adn she was perfect.

In that moment Liz felt her emotions beginning to battle again. Liz had always felt something for Red, that wasn't deniable but she always managed to keep those feelings hidden. She simply put it down to Red being the main male influence in her life, she felt like he cared so much for her in a more boyfriend/girlfirne way but she didn't want to go near that conversation with a bargepole. He protected her, kept her safe regardless to if she agreed to it or not, she knew he did all he could to always protect her.

After what seemed like hours but was merely a minute or so Red pulled back and looked her straight in the eye. There was bearly an arms length of space between them and Liz could feel her heart beat racing. If his bear like hug wasn't enough, his eyes did a whole other thing. There was a familiarity there that seemed safe, but having feelings like this... about the Concierge of Crime... was just not right. As tried before, she would always try and hold his stare but she always failed. The way he looked at her made her feel feelings she didn't know exist. And the same applied for Red, he felt feelings that he thought were long gone.

"There is an absolutely beautiful little Indian place just around the corner from here, secrete yet wonderful. Their food is perfectly cooked and just something else entirely." Red told her.

"I don't really think I'm up for food at the moment but thank you Red, it means a lot"

"Well at least a drink Lizzy, I'm not leaving you alone tonight. You shouldn't be alone while you feel like this and I know you're just going to go home and drink a little bit too much wine... by yourself." Liz didn't look convinced so Red tried to convince her further. "Please Lizzy; it'll be nice to spend the evening with you and to let Dembe have the evening off." Red lowered his voice that sounded perfectly low and husky and dry… just too irresistible.

Liz decided that with everything that had happened today and all the drama that she simply couldn't be bothered arguing with Red, she knew he'd win. She really had no effort in arguing with him and regardless of what had just happened she was looking forward to spendning an evening with him "Ok" she agreed.

Red's eyes lit up and Liz noticed. She needed to know what it was, why he felt the way he did, how he'd managed to get Liz to feel the same. What on earth was it?! She'd figured she would try and take advantage of an evening with Red, get him drinking and finally ask these questions.

"I have some business I need to attend to. It's urgent or I would drop it for you Sweetheart, it really shouldn't take too long though. I'll haul you a taxi and meet you at the bar in about 30 minutes, is that ok?"

"Sure." Red could see Liz looked completely drained. Emotionally and physically.

[At the bar]

Red really knew his places; the bar was dark with spotlights in only a handful of places. The slow music in the background helped relax her, so much so that she didn't even realise there was an actual band playing. A calming and a beautiful song, she imagined this was the kind of music Red listened to. She turned to the barman who wore a white shirt and a black dickey bow and asked him what was playing. It was In a Sentimental Mood by John Coltrane. Typical Red.

As she sat at the bar sipping her lemonade her thoughts started to wander about him. She didn't want to be drinking before him; she at least wanted to be on an equal playing field. Why did Red protect her the way he did? She asked him the Dad question and he said no and since then her feeling began to feel more sexual. Was Red's feeling sexual? How did he feel? She knew in the last couple of months that she'd started to feel a more sexual tension between them both. At least she hoped he was also. But she didn't want to lose her job, it was all she had and what if Red didn't even feel the same? That'd be embarrassing. She felt hopeless. Like a teenager school girl who had a crush on her Math teacher.

Red entered the bar and immediately saw his Lizzie; she was his light, his pull. He took the opportunity to watch her as she sat at the bar, slowly making his way toward her. Her scent, her hair, her arse. "Thank god for bar stools" he thought. "Stop it Raymond! She's in a vulnerable position tonight, not tonight." He placed both hands on her shoulders and whispered in her ear "Guess who?"His mouth slowly grazed her ear lobe. She felt a shiver down her spine; he knew what he was doing. "Why Raymond, why did you do that?!" He thought.

"Prince Henry of Wales?" She replied, quite happy with her snappy comeback.

"Close, only I like to think I'm more attractive." Silence filled the air. Thinking quickly Red diverted the conversation. "So my dear lady what is you would like to drink?"

"I'll just have a glass of white wine please Red." Just the one, she thought to herself.

Red flagged down the barman "I'll have a scotch on the rocks and the lovely lady will have a glass of white wine." Even the way he spoke, he was so irresistible.

Liz seemed to slip back to her usual self after she had a drink, Red was continuously amazed by her.

"So Red, planning on telling me anything tonight?" Liz asked.

"What like Sweetheart?"

"Why do you protect me? Why do you make me feel so damn good when I know logically and rationally that you shouldn't make me feel this way? What is it? I need to know Red before I do something I'll regret." Liz stated quite calmly and quietly in quite a seductive tone, she'd realised in the past that when she flipped her lid at him it'd only make matters worse.

"Lizzy, you know I'm not ready to tell you these things, keeping this information from you is keeping you safe… you have to trust me on that. I promise as soon as I can, I will tell you everything. But remember I can only lead you to the truth I can't make you believe it." Red looked at Lizzy trying to figure out what she meant when she said "before I do something I regret" He could tell, from the way she stood so close, the way she watched him lips when they spoke, the way she'd effortlessly and comfortably put her arm around his that she felt the same feeling as him. But he didn't want to make the first step, she'd only ever blame him if she changed her mind. She'd have to come to him.

"I do, Red. I do trust you, but I feel like I shouldn't. After everything that's happened you're my one constant." Liz was starting to feel a bit tipsy. "Will you take me home now Red, I think I need my bed."

The car ride home was mostly silent until all of a sudden a car came out of nowhere and swerved in front of their car. Red hit the brakes and automatically threw his arm across Liz chest, not fully realising at his arm was actually on her breasts. A police car pulled in front of the swerving car and proceeded to get the drunk driver out of the car.

"Thanks Red" Liz said breathlessly, not because of the accident but because his hand and arm still lay across her breasts.

"I'll always keep you safe Lizzy." He realised then that his arm was where it was and pulled it back to him. She felt so good.

"I know." She placed her hand on his thigh. He wondered what she was doing and just tried to play it safe but resisting Lizzy was too much for him. He'd take here there and then if he could.

As they arrived at Liz's building he walked around the car and opened the door for her.

"Ring me if you need me sweetheart." He said whilst placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Aren't you coming in Red? Come and have a drink with me, as you said Dembe is off tonight. I assume you have nowhere else to be?"

Sooooooooo, whatd'ya think? Shall I carry on or quit while I'm ahead?