Now that my other two stories come to an end I thought about starting a new one. My original plan is a plot heavy story this time. Most of it is figured out in my head and some points will be added when the show continues.

Takes place in season 3 and is slightly AU since I don't see this happen on the show.

I don't own the show or the characters.

She paced back and forth, dialing his number yet again. Saying she was worried would have been an understatement given that he'd said Dembe and he would be back within an hour after meeting their contract. That was 2 hours ago. The last time he didn't react to her messages and phone calls he was abducted by rednecks. She tried to reach Dembe but it went straight to voicemail, too. She was certain that something must have happened, she cursed herself for not going with them even if it was a trap they ran into. Everything was better than being alone. How was she supposed to find them? What if she was too late?

Flipping open her cell, she called Aram, hoping that he would help her without telling Ressler about her whereabouts. He picked up immediately. "Yes?"

"Aram, are you at the post office?", she asked, stopping by the window and watching the street for any signs of danger.

"Uh, yes. Why? Is -"

She raised her free hand even though he couldn't see it as she interrupted him. "Listen, I need you to track down Reddington's location but you can't tell Ressler!", she said more sharply as she intended. Aram breathed out heavily and released a nervous sigh. "Liz - you know I have to report ..."

"Reddington and Dembe are missing and I need a location! If Ressler knows where they are he's gonna throw Reddington into a hole.", she said in a strained tone and leaned against the wall next to the window. Breathing out, she made a decision and told him in a apologetic voice, "You can tell Ressler but I need your help to get his location."

"What's the number, Liz?"

Liz grabbed a gun from under the table as she gave Aram both, Dembe's and Red's, numbers. She made quick work of gathering her clothes as he searched for their location on the other end. As soon as she would know where they are she had to get there before the FBI could.

"Seems they were at the ... old Forest Haven Asylum in Fort Meade, Maryland. Why would they go there? It's guarded."

She was already on her way out and running down the stairs. "They wouldn't - not freely. Thanks Aram, I've gotta go!", she breathed into the phone before putting the device back and looking for a car. Something had happened otherwise Red would have never been at an abandoned, guarded asylum. She was terrified of what she might find there. There had been times when she had lost Red before but she was rarely on her own except for the incident with this rednecks and this particular incident ended with her in custody.

The odds were clearly against her.

She picked the lock of the first car that crossed her view; a black SUV. After throwing her bag on the backseat she started the engine and drove off into the night, nervously checking the rearview mirror every few seconds. Maybe it was paranoia but she felt as if she was being followed by someone. Beads of sweat covered her neck and forehead while she sped up. It was an 1 hour drive. If she was quick, she could make it in 45 minutes; Red and Dembe were gone 2 hours so they might have been there for an hour already. That would have been long enough for whoever abducted them to kill them.

Shit, Shit, Shit.

As she glanced yet another time in the mirror she realized that she wasn't paranoid. Someone was following her from the distance. The lights on the other car behind her went out so that she couldn't see anything and the road she was on wasn't illuminated. Her hands gripped the wheel tighter until her knuckles turned white from the pressure. She floored the gas pedal, making up a plan B in her mind but there was none. If she stopped and tried to kill these people she might might get killed as well given that she didn't know how many persons were in this car. There wasn't another route she was aware of and she couldn't run either. That would take hours; hours she didn't have.

Well, full speed ahead then.

Her brain recalled the discussion she and Red had before he left. She told him he shouldn't go alone with Dembe but he was so insistent and just shrugged, saying that he would be back before she knew it. She even told him that she had a bad feeling about this and he waved her off again. She should have tried harder and he should have listened. Loosing him had nearly become a constant but she would never get used to that. Every time it happened she felt nauseated and anxious.

His gunshot wound was barely healed if you could say that. He didn't attend a proper therapy due to her circumstances. There had been no time and if she knew one thing for certain, then it was that Raymond Reddington refused to aimless walking. At some point in the beginning threatened to call Mr. Kaplan -

Stretching as far as the little space allowed, she pulled out her phone, blindly inserting '*77'. Somehow she was not surprised that even this number was unavailable so she lowered the window and threw out her mobile. All persons left would only try to arrest her and that would not happen for as long as she didn't know where Red and Dembe were.

The people behind were still following her and she had to get rid of them. Reaching for her bag, she took a quick glance over her shoulder, seeing the other car closing the distance between them as she grabbed a gun. She waited until she was on a straight road and leaned her torso in an awkward angle out of the window, shooting one, two, three times in the direction of the others but failing in striking the tires she was aiming at.

She fluttered a quick glimpse on the road and corrected the wheel a little, flinching as a bullet hit the back window, causing it to shatter into pieces. Ducking her head she fired another shot through the already broken window, desperately hoping she would take out her opponents. There were at least two guns involved which meant two people in the other vehicle. With some luck, she could deal with them but this was not the time to gamble. She shot again and the last thing she heard was the scratching of tires on the asphalt.

Her tires unfortunately.

She couldn't control her car anymore and covered her head with her arms as she hit a tree with a loud 'bang'. Opening first her left and then her right eye, she tried to shift on the seat and groaned out in pain as she moved her left leg slightly. She warily noticed footsteps approaching and held tightly onto her gun, ignoring how dizzy she felt. This was it; she had failed. She had only two bullets left. She had to get a grip on herself. Her arms now rested on her lap while her head laid against the wheel and she closed her eyes, faking unconsciousness. Two voices came closer, speaking in a foreign language but they were clearly male.

She held her breath, wishing her heart would not pound that fast when suddenly two cold fingers pressed against the pulse point on her neck.

"Sie lebt!", she heard the man say to his partner.

"Gut, dann nimm sie mit und lass uns abhauen."

What did Germans want from her? Tom's business with them came to her mind but that didn't explain Red's involvement. She tend to think they must be Cabal members then and they wanted her alive. Drawing in a little breath, she placed her index finger at the trigger when the door was pulled open, and putting a bullet into the man's stomach after she opened her eyes.

Wounding her other arm around the body, she shielded her body by placing his in front of her while aiming at his colleagues head who, in return, held her at gunpoint. "Who are you and where is Reddington?", she hissed sharply.

"Now, now Miss Keen. Why don't we put down our guns and resolve our problems in another way?", came his smooth but thick accented reply as he lowered his hands.

"I ask you one more time or your friend here will die; who are you and where is Reddinton?" Her index finger hovered over the trigger. She pressed her weapon against the temple of the other man who breathed stertorously, his head leaning on her shoulder.

"Oh well, he will definitely die so why would I bother about him?", he shrugged and stepped closer.

"Don't move!" Again, she aimed at him. She conserved simply killing them but she wanted answers and the smugness of this guy didn't relax her at all. In fact, it worried her that he wasn't afraid of getting shot. "Where are my friends?"

"Your friends.", he laughed whole heartily what sounded more creepy to her. "Your friends won't be the same when you find them - if you find them. Reddington will soon work for the Director and so will his dear friend. I must say, we wanted to kill Reddington for years but he was a damn good officer. Killing off his intelligence would be a waste.", he said without any emotion.

"Red would rather die than working for your dirty organization."

"It's all about perception, sweety!", he smiled, his finger padding emphasizingly against his temple.

She tilted her head in a confused manner. "What did you do?", she growled aggressively.

"We coerced him."

"How?"

He smiled devilishly. "We have our ways, and if you're interested in surviving this, you come with me, give me what I want and you can go but if you decide to shoot me and get to your 'friends' you'll die with no uncertainty.", he explained. "Choice is yours."

Tbc...

A/N : i will soon reveal what happened to Red and what consequences Liz has to face. I'm also looking for a beta reader so if someone is interested, feel free to contact me! :)