He had his suspicions before, he knew something was up with Keen the second she showed up late to the debriefing, but later when he asked her if it had to do with Tom, he could see that far more was going on. As he looked at her face he could have sworn he saw an angry spark in her eyes at the mention of her husband, but what bothered him more was the pain and hurt that was also written across her face. She looked like someone that had been betrayed by the person they loved. At least to a trained agent, that was what was written across her face. He had seen it before and he hated seeing it now.

He let her go without saying anything about what he saw, too confused to even think of what he could say, or ask. She was clearly trying to keep whatever it was hidden so he decided to let it lie, for now at least. He had a case after all. He needed to focus on that, not his partner's marriage. So he simply let her go with a, "Take all the time you need". He gently patted her shoulder before walking away wanting to be able to comfort her at least little, show a little support. He hated seeing that look on her face and once this case was over, he was going to get to the bottom of it.

THE BLACKLIST

As Elizabeth jumped out of the SUV she ran toward Ressler, taking in the scene. The man they had been looking for was standing on top of a hill, a bomb strapped to his chest, and a frightened looking man a few feet away. She quickly told them the hostage negotiator was on the way and took up her place next to her partner. Before she knew what was happening he was jogging up the hill toward the man and all she could do was hold her breath and trust he knew what he was doing.

She knew what was coming as Ressler started walking the hostage toward them in cuffs. She was a profiler after all, she knew when a man was on a suicide mission, but she still dropped to the ground on instinct when the explosion went off. She didn't waste any time though getting back up on her feet to make sure her partner was okay. Even though she could see he was fine physically, she could also see that he wasn't so fine emotionally. She could see sadness on his face as he stood back up, dragging the man in cuffs up as well.

He said nothing else until they were back at The Post Office. Even then all he said was that he was going to go help process the now dead man's home. She wanted to say something, anything, to make him feel better, but she could think of nothing that would make what happened okay, make everything that had happened to the poor man recently okay, so instead she had simply mimicked his own gesture from before. She gently put her hand on his arm, giving him a sad smile, before he walked away. She would have offered to go along and help, but she knew she had to get back her secret room. She had to get to the bottom of her own problems at the minute; she would worry about Ressler later, when he would actually let her. Right now, with that look on his face, she knew it would be futile.

THE BLACKLIST

Ressler found himself lost in his own mind. He had spent most of the night drinking, trying to get out of his thoughts, but the more he drank the worse it got. The more he tried to forget, the more he remembered. Not only the look on the man's face as it became clear what he intended to do, or the memory of holding Audrey in his arms as she died, but also Elizabeth Keen. His thoughts had quickly turned to her, her odd behaviour over the last little while. By the time he passed out on his couch, all he could see was the look on her face after he asked her if it was about Tom. The slow sad nod she had given him.

When he woke up the next day he vowed to himself he would start trying to figure out what was going on. The more he thought of that look on her face, the more his gut twisted. Keen was good at keeping her face neutral when she wanted to, but the pain he had seen was so clear to him now, it frightened him a little because he was pretty sure she was trying to hide it.

He was only further frightened when she showed up at The Post Office, clearly upset. She was late, so he was looking for her, which was the only reason he saw the look on her face. By the time she had actually gotten to him, Aram and Meera her face was blank, devoid of any emotion at all. The look of disgust, hate, and betrayal gone, but he had seen it clear as day.

Meera and Aram walked off to get some coffee, now deep in conversation, after sending a quick greeting to Elizabeth, so he was lucky to find himself alone with her. He was about to ask what was going on with her, but before he could do more than open his mouth Cooper appeared at his side, informing them that there was paper work that needed to be done. He wanted to protest but he was a better agent than that so instead he just nodded.

Keen started to walk away when Cooper left but Donald reached out and grabbed her elbow. As she turned back she looked at him for the first time since she arrived and he was shocked by what he saw. His mouth was opened like he was about to say something, but nothing came out. He couldn't get past the haunted look in her eyes or the pain that she couldn't quite keep from her face in that moment. He couldn't get past the fact that there was obviously something very wrong going on. Before he could get his thoughts straight she sent him a pleading look not to pry before gently pulling her elbow from his hand and walking away. All he could do was stand there looking at her retreating form, all too aware that she wasn't headed to her desk to do her work, but seemingly headed for the exit.