Part of her wondered if she left it whoever was ringing to doorbell would just leave. Upon the second ring she realised they were a persistent ass and she was going to have to get up and answer it. She kept her blanket still wrapped round her and trudged to the door.
"Hello Lizzie," he smiled when she opened the door.
Red. It can't actually be him, Red was here.
"Can I come in?" politely he asked.
She stepped aside to let him into her new apartment. Pushing the door closed she gave herself a second to compose herself. She could hear him take off his coat and take in a breath. Before he could say anything she had punched him square in the face. Not many things surprised Raymon Reddington, but Elizabeth Keene punching him in the face did.
"I'll get you some ice," she told him before leaving him, slightly dazed, in her hallway.
While she got the ice from the freezer, he relaxed onto one of the breakfast bar chairs she had.
"Not quite the welcome I'd been expecting," he joked, despite his slight worry that she'd broken his nose.
Walking round to help him she asked, "What did you expect me to do? Throw you a party?" As if she could read his mind she added, "If I'd wanted to have broken your nose I would've broken your nose." As she leant over with a wet cloth to clean his face of the blood, she was well aware her hand was resting on his thigh.
In an attempt to keep the blood off of it she began to unbutton his waistcoat but was interrupted by Red saying, "Buy the man a drink first."
"Just hold this," she ignored him, replacing the hand pressing the ice onto his nose with his.
She continued to unbutton his waistcoat before proceeding to lean even closer in as she pushed it off of his shoulders.
"I like your new place, although it does look like an IKEA catalogue threw up in here," he criticised.
"I can still break your nose remember," she replied causing him to smile.
"Where have you been?" she asked, frustrated, after a moment of hesitation.
"Let's order in some food," Red suggested, completely disregarding her previous question.
"I'm not hungry," she replied.
"Chinese?"
She rolled her eyes and ignored him.
"You've lost weight, a lot of it," he tried to justify himself.
"I'm surprised you even remember what I look like," she snapped. "And I haven't; it's been a whole year a lot of people lose weight in that time."
"You're clearly underweight, Agent Keene."
"Don't call me that!" she shouted, not at him necessarily just to the world in general. "I'm not Agent Keene anymore. It's been 7 months since I've been Agent Keene."
The two stared across at one another across the breakfast bar, the wet cloth now on the table again and silence once again filling the tense air.
"Winnie the Pooh?" he asked in reference to her blanket.
"Tom took all the other blankets when he left. Same gave this to me when I was little, he used to wrap me in it when I was upset."
"What happened with Tom?"
"You know everything about everyone, especially me so why are you asking me these questions?"
"I don't know everything and I don't know nearly as much as I want to about you." She sighed but before she could really begin to think properly again he asked her, "Why did you ask if I was your father?"
"If you were going to leave me I wanted to know for sure that you weren't. Cooper and Ressler and...Tom suggested that you might be."
"So Chinese?" he asked smiling.
She wouldn't be admitting this to Red anytime soon but this take out was the first proper food she'd had for at least two months. He'd over ordered in the hope she'd either eat a lot now or save the rest as leftovers.
She was willing to admit one thing, "I've lost 29 pounds."
"Thank you for being honest with me."
"I didn't find out until they weighed me at the hospital."
"You were at the hospital?"
She pulled up her sleeves to reveal her bandage wrapped arms.
"I'm sorry," she whispered as she looked up at him. Red was good at hiding emotions, he'd spent his whole life doing it, but there if even just for a second he let his guard down. Pain passed across his face before he returned to his normal expressional face.
"Dembe told me you'd been in hospital but he wouldn't tell me why."
"I wanted to call you, but I didn't know where you were."
Red attempted to swallow his guilt but he couldn't muster the strength to. Instead he walked round to her, who despite everything had not cried this evening, he wondered if it was because she'd spent too long crying about this already. He leant down and kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry Lizzie," he whispered.