My first Blacklist Fanfiction! Super excited and a shout out to all the Lizzington shippers out there!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Blacklist or it's characters but if I did Tom would be long gone and Lizzy and Red would be together3.

I have been thinking of writing an epic Red/Lizzy story that spans over time and space and has something everyone wants to read. Ah the dreams in my head becoming reality. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

She had needed a vacation. Too many names on the blacklist and too much stress in her life caused by the list and Red. He was too controlled, too calculating, hell nothing bothered him and that bothered her. She rested her forearms on the deck's smooth wooden enclosure and looked out to the sea. The warm air was not weighed down by humidity and she smiled as the breeze washed over her face like a warm caress.

Elizabeth needed time alone for once. It may only be a weekend with two of those days flying in an airplane but she was going to enjoy every minute, every second of her trip. There was no Tom, no work, no Raymond Red Reddington, and that was perfectly fine with her.

When her plane touched down in Houston Texas she already felt refreshed. It was a nice contrast from the buildings and fog that she left behind in Washington. The sky was blue, the ocean looked majestic and the heat of the sun was washing away her stress.

By the time she had picked up her rental car and drove the thirty some minutes to Galveston she received two missed calls from unknown numbers. Elizabeth had thought about leaving her cell phone behind but knew in her line of work it just wasn't realistic. The unknown caller had not left a message and she wasn't concerned. She had not told anyone where she was going but did let her boss know that if he needed he could get a hold of her. She hadn't told Reddington she was leaving at all.

Not like it was his business to begin with. She didn't need or want his men hovering behind her during the couple of days she would be away. She wouldn't have been comfortable enough to enjoy herself knowing she would be followed and probably surveyed.

There was a smell of barbecue wafting up from below her, down closer to the ocean breaking her of her thoughts. Slipping her sandals back on she went to investigate.

There was a man standing at the grill, his back to her. He was wearing a lose fitting pair of cotton pants with a cream colored button up she would imagine as it had a collar that was pushed down. The man was about five foot nine with hair shaved close to his head. It was Reddington. Had he followed her here?

Her walk turned into a jog as fast as her sandals could take her until she reached man at the grill.

"Reddington." She said accusinly, grabbing his arm to turn him around. Her mouth dropped open. "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else."

The man, clearly not her contact, smiled at her. "No worries mam." He had a rich Texan accent and she nodded in his direction.

'Get a grip, Elizabeth.' She thought, shaking her head. She was supposed to be enjoying her time here. Walking back to the deck she went inside her room and grabbed a beach bag. An uneventful night on the beach would be just what she needed.

The walk down wasn't so bad. She watched as families headed back in the direction she was coming from. Mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, she smiled at them all and sat her beach towel down on the sand. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath in and held it before releasing it along with her pain. What was she going to do with her life after the blacklist? Continue her work with the FBI in another way she supposed. Helping people was her drive in life, what kept her going when she wanted to give up. The looks on the faces of the people she helped save would be enough for anyone in her position to know she was doing something right in the world.

After the blacklist. Red would be gone, no reason for him to stay and with no intel he would once again be a target for the FBI. Maybe he would be gone once he discovered she found the fulcrum? That sounded like a safe bet. Tom was already gone, disappearing into the night and hopefully to never return.

A late runner jogged past her, the woman's beautiful body moving effortlessly even on the uneven sand. Elizabeth stood and sighed, removing her swim suit cover and walked into the warm water. It was getting darker by the minute but she stayed close to the shore, the stars were bright over Texas, making the waves seem to sparkle and dance about her. She smile and even laughed a little in spite of herself before turning her head. Someone was there in the moonlight, watching her.

She cursed herself for letting her guard down and not bringing her gun with her to the beach. Going back up to her towel she looked for the person, no one was there but she knew someone was before. Her room was dark and undisturbed when she arrived from the beach. Her hair was an unruly mess but smelled so good she wanted to bottle the fragrance.

As she picked her pajamas for the night that feeling of someone watching her teased her skin and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up.

She grabbed her gun off the night stand in one easy motion, "Who's there? I'm FBI, you better show yourself."

No one emerged. She turned the light on and searched every part of her suite. "Is someone there?" She whispered into the emptiness. Of course she got no answer.

This was even more ridiculous then before. There was no one there, no one broke in and was waiting for her to return, there was no one outside her door, no one. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling and dialed a familiar number on her cell phone.

"Lizzy?" He asked, his strong voice flowing through the phone.

"Where are you?" She asked, accusingly.

"I am near Washington, where are you?"

"On vacation, and I don't appreciate being followed."

There was a pause on the other end before he spoke.

"I'm not quite sure I know what you're talking about. You are being followed? By who?"

His tone became slightly worried as he started talking faster a quieter.

"I thought it was you."

"No darling, it is not me. Do you feel unsafe? Tell me where you are and I can be there momentarily." He said as to reassure her.

"I'm fine, it must just be my imagination. Thanks." She said and was ready to press end when his voice still came from the speaker.

"You should tell me where you are Lizzy, just incase you do need me."

She shook her head then realized he couldn't see her. "No, I'm fine. I can handle myself. I need some time alone red. I hope you understand and leave me alone."

There was another pause.

"Elizabeth, I can assure-" She hung up the phone. She didn't need his assurances. When Raymond Reddington talked you listened. He could sell ice to a man in Antarctica if he needed to. Needless to say, he was very persuasive and before she gave in and gave him her location she had to end the call. Everything was fine and she would feel better and more refreshed in the morning.

Will Red come to Texas? Most likely. Will he be welcomed? Wait and see!