Hi,

Some of you may know me. I've written some fanfics on Grey's Anatomy and especially my epilogues you seemed to love. Since the beginning of The Blacklist, I'm a huge fan and because some episodes left me wanting more, I decided to start writing epilogues again. Please let me know what you think and if I need to continue them. Happy Blacklistday!

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McJinx

Disclaimer: Jon Bokenkamp & NBC; all rights reserved . This fanfic is a work of fiction. It details my own imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental.

Epilogue on 'The Kenyon Family'

When Lizzie approached The Post Office, her steps lagged unconsciously; would Reddington be waiting for her? Guiltily, she stalled some more, but deep down inside she already knew the answer to her question. After today's rather gruesome events, he would certainly show up to make sure she was OK. Somehow, today's Blacklister had miraculously taken her mind off her own pressing problems concerning the DC harbormaster but to say she was ready to meet Reddington's scrutinizing gaze? Lizzie casually shrugged her shoulders and dismissed the thought; she hadn't stopped by the Post Office to see if 'The concierge of Crime' was waiting for her. She had meant to go home but since she was suddenly very hungry, she had stopped by the Office to see if someone; Aram or Samar wanted to accompany her for dinner. A tiny, reckless voice inside Lizzie though whispered: You hope he's waiting for you! Arriving at her cubicle, she had reached her moment of truth! She slowly pushed down the door handle and stepped inside, her gaze immediately locking with Reddington's. Across the distance that separated them, she saw his lips curl up in a small smile and despite her mixed feelings for him, it warmed her from the inside out. Once the initial awkwardness had passed, she breathed in, 'ATF's been over the grounds. They have searched the buried containers. If you're wondering about what you stored there, it's long gone.'

Liz sounded as though she was trying to make casual conversation but her stomach was distracting nervously. She opened a drawer to store her things when her eyes fell on a yellowish envelop, 'What's this?'

'A key!' Red replied calmly, 'I have bought you an apartment at the Audrey, top floor…splendid view of the Potomac.'

Lizzie picked up the envelop and visibly sighed. 'Why?'

'It's time to leave the motel behind.' Red said slowly but determinedly. Lizzie's head started spinning. This was crazy and Red's calm voice even made things worse. She wanted to yell at him to mind his own business but instead, she swallowed her anger and forced herself to reply in a friendly manner: 'I'm happy where I am. Thank you.'

'You've been many things lately, Lizzie, but happy isn't one of them. That motor lodge you call home, crushes the spirit, smothers the soul…' Red began.

'And you think a view is gonna change that?' Lizzie snapped at him.

Red ignored her comment and continued, 'I once stayed at a villa in Bali with a view of the Indian ocean. Every morning, all I saw before me was…possibility!' He paused, '…That and a gorgeous housekeeper named Putu, who was…' Lizzie felt a small sting of jealousy so she interrupted Red while anger flashed in her eyes, 'Thanks, but no thanks!'

She swallowed hard, the nerve of Red was sometimes too much for her psyche to bear. She knew what he was offering was not just a simple gesture. There had been a ripple of affection beneath each word he'd uttered. But she wasn't ready to forgive him. Not yet. She was still battling with her feelings concerning the Fulcrum. Right now, she could really use some distance between them, so she turned to him, 'I wish you'd stop.'

'Stop what?' Red asked innocently.

'Trying…,' she said. 'Hoping things are gonna get better between us. You and me, it's just business. That's all it's ever gonna be.'

Before Red had a chance to reply, Lizzie turned on her heels and left him alone in her office. Red sighed, his heart suddenly feeling very heavy. Somehow he had to earn her forgiveness again. God knew he could not walk away from her…not ever. He hadn't known much real happiness in his life, but what he had known recently had been with Lizzie, and now he prayed he hadn't destroyed it forever. Red felt a swift stab of unbearable sadness in his heart. Lizzie was strong but also hurt. He wished he could comfort her but he couldn't think of a gesture she would ever accept from him. He slowly rose from his chair and grabbed the envelop, leaving Lizzie's cubicle. When he heard a voice call out his name, he looked up who it was. To his surprise, it was Donald Ressler.

'Agent Ressler,' Red smiled, as he walked over to the cubicle where Ressler was sitting, '…what can I do you for?'

'Do you know a man by the name of Ames?' Ressler asked, a serious expression on his face. Red slowly repeated the name and then shook his head, 'No…I can't say I do. I would ask what he did to you or your family but I'm afraid I have more pressing problems of my own.' Red started walking away when he heard Ressler call out, 'It's Keen…she's in trouble!" Red's facial expression changed and he swiftly turned back, 'What kind of trouble?' Ressler hesitated for a moment but then he informed Reddington of the pending accusations against Lizzie concerning the death of the DC Harbormaster.

Once outside, the cool night air was wonderfully fresh after the stuffy air of the Office. Lizzie breathed in the cold crispy air and decided to take the Metro home. Walking along the green lawn which bordered the Post Office, she wandered into the more dense blackness beyond, right down to the Pentagon City Metro Station. Upon reaching the Station, Lizzie realized she was near the neighborhood where Red had said he had purchased her the apartment. She nervously bit her lower lip and decided to walk further along the riverbank. She slowed as she approached the front of the apartment building at the Audrey, curiosity growing inside her. She hesitated but halted in front of the large glass doors leading into the apartment building. Tentatively, she glanced back at the street, but then she stepped forward pushing open one of the large glass doors. A bored concierge looked up from his paper, a faint smile gracing his handsome features. 'Good evening ma'am!'

Lizzie already regretted her momentary lapse of judgment but then the concierge came from behind his desk, studying her face more closely. Suddenly his mouth broke open in a wide smile, 'Hey…you're Miss Keen! Mr. Reddington told me you were coming. Welcome to the Audrey!'

Lizzie nervously cleared her throat, a little confused by his warm welcome. The concierge took hold of her elbow and guided her toward the elevator but Lizzie halted, 'Er…Is Mr. Reddington here?'

'No ma'am…but I can call him if you insist?'

Lizzie's features visibly relaxed and she smiled sweetly at the concierge, 'No…that won't be necessary…thank you! I've forgotten my key though…?' The concierge shook his head and Lizzie could swear, she heard him mumble, 'Women,' but he turned around and grabbed a small key card from behind his desk, handing it to her. Lizzie suddenly felt a strong urge to go up. The elevator doors opened and she entered, pushing the button to the top floor. She could hear the mechanism of the elevator rumble and it slowly began moving up. Within seconds it had reached the top floor. Lizzie left the elevator, discovering there was only one entry on the top floor. That had to be the apartment. She stood in front of the door and softly knocked, waited and knocked again. No answer. She used the key card and the door opened. Stepping inside she found herself in a spacious hallway which was lined with two doors on each side. The door to the living room stood open so she stepped inside. Feeling along the wall beside her, she finally found a light switch and flicked it on. Lizzie blinked in the sudden explosion of light but then gasped in amazement. The living room was beautifully decorated; a brick fireplace dominated the furthest wall and warm woolen carpets covered portions of the beautiful hardwood floor. The room was furnished with modern furniture and black and white canvas prints on the walls. It was cozy and warm. The rest of the large apartment was also perfect but when she entered the bedroom and flicked on the light, tears sprang to her eyes. She tried valiantly to blink them away but it was to no avail. She had used up most of her bravado confronting Reddington. The reason for her emotional state was a large framed canvas print that hung above the king-size bed. It portrayed Lizzie as a child, together with Sam. He was wearing his baseball cap round the wrong way and was holding a can of Budweiser to the camera while Lizzie sat on his knee, kissing his cheek. It had been one of her favorite pictures from her childhood. Lizzie sat down on the bed, gazing at the canvas print until the images blurred.

It was still dark when Lizzie awoke under a pile of soft, warm blankets. For long seconds, the dark sense of the room overpowered her but in the back of her mind, she registered something was off. And then it hit her; the orange glow of the neon sign outside the Motor lodge was missing and in an instant she realized, she was still at the apartment. But who had tucked her in? Lizzie gasped and shot up, finding Reddington sitting across the room, 'Are you OK?' He asked without moving. Lizzie lowered her lashes and stammered an apology. Red stood and walked across the room to sit beside her on the bed. He took her hand, wrapping it softly in his, stroking the palm with his thumb, 'There's no need to apologize!'

'How did you know, I was here?' Lizzie whispered.

'The concierge...'

Lizzie closed her eyes for a moment as if she was in pain and Red was aware of her sense of unease. Pushing a wayward strand of hair from her forehead, he took in a deep breath. Glancing up at the ceiling, he wondered what the hell he was doing as he brought his lips close to her ear. He couldn't seem to help himself. Lizzie needed comfort and he wanted to give it to her.

'Don't worry sweetheart, he whispered, '…this is where you're meant to be!' Hearing she was at the apartment had been a surprise and he completely understood why she felt ashamed…but there was no need to; Heck…he bought the damn thing for her. He just wanted to be her friend…to hold her when she felt at her lowest. Pushing the persistent strand of hair away from her forehead again, he took the chance to look at Lizzie. She snuggled closer to him, cocooning between his arm and chest. Red smiled…he would protect her, not because Sam had asked him to on his deathbed, but because as much as he hated to admit it, she needed his protection. Lizzie shifted against him, her shirt dipping at her neckline, displaying smooth, creamy skin. Her pulse jumped just below the surface of her throat. In the dim light, shadows danced across her face and the urge to kiss her, gripped Red. Something twisted in his gut, low and primal, bringing to mind he wanted to do a lot more than just kiss her but it was something he would never act on. Not now. Not in this situation. Not ever... Lizzie deserved better than him. Freeing himself from her embrace, Lizzie's eyes blinked open, 'What?'

'It's time to get some sleep!' Lizzie nodded and Red started to pull away but suddenly, Lizzie's arms skated around his neck and tugged him closer.

'Lizzie…' A warning crept into Red's voice.

'Thank you,' she softly whispered.

'Anytime,' he murmured, surprised to realize how much she meant to him. It was different than wanting her physically. This urge to care for her, protect her, went deeper. Red leaned down to kiss Lizzie's forehead, 'I have to go now…I'll leave the spare key card on the table.'

When Red finally pulled away, Lizzie's arms released him of their own accord. She was already back to sleep. He watched her for a while, a satisfying smile on his face. She was finally where she belonged!