A/N: This is my first The Blacklist fic (I've only written two SVU fics - go check them out if you're interested!) so I'm really not sure how this is going to go... But I hope you guys like it!
I've been wanting to write stories that are just slightly AU from certain episodes of TBL - which really just means that I live for Liz-whump and Red-saves-the-day Hurt/Comfort/Angst/Worry.
This particular fic will be based on 5x09, and as for future stories... well, we'll see how this one goes first!
"What the hell is going on here?"
Elizabeth wasn't here for this.
She hadn't upended her whole life - or what was left of it, at least - and leave behind the few people she cared about - her own daughter, for god's sake - for this.
In fact, it was damn near close to what she had wanted to get away from.
People.
Those few people she cared about? After Tom's death, she couldn't stand being around them. She had understood that they were concerned for her, she did. And deep down, beneath all the anger and grief, she had truly appreciated it. But their worried gazes had burned her skin. Their words of sympathy had struck her chest. And that pain... That suffocation... She hadn't been able to handle it.
She hadn't been able to handle being Special Agent Elizabeth Keen.
She hadn't been able to handle being Tom's widow and Agnes' mother.
She hadn't been able to handle being Liz or Lizzie or Elizabeth.
She just... couldn't.
So, she had become Grace - quiet yet polite, mysterious yet normal, nothing-special Grace.
But today was not Grace's day.
First, her power went out.
Then a barely conscious, freezing, seriously injured man appeared practically on her doorstep.
And now... Well, now, four unfamiliar men decided it was perfectly fine to make themselves at home. In her home.
And she didn't trust any of them.