Welcome to my second Fanfic! (yay) I'm still not finished my first one. but! I thought of this and I needed to make it! :D so here. btw, takes place after 2x18, everything in that episode happens BUT (Spoiler!) Red getting shot
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It was just a normal day at the office, no Blacklister, no Reddington, tons of problems. well at least for Liz. she sat at her desk, waiting for the day to end, waiting to get her mind off my past. Sam, Red, Tom. Everything at work reminded her of them, everything down to the pen in her hand. The sound of footsteps stole her mind of the expired memories, and familiar figure appeared at the door. "Hey" Ressler said. Liz tries to force a smile but he can obviously see through the gesture.
"Keen, I know when you've got something on your mind." He walked closer, as she tosses the pen on the desk and lets out a sigh.
"I Really, don't want to talk about it."
There was a small silence, he turned back and tried to change the topic. "are you heading home yet?" he gestured to the clock that hung above the file cabinet. The time was 7:27, she swore to herself quietly as she stood from the desk. "Well now that I know the time, yes." She pulls the top drawer of her desk open, and an empty bottle of wine rolled with the movement. She was reminded of the peasant memories she shared with him. The way he cared for her birthday. And how they were in the office until the bottle of wine (the good one) was finished.
"Hey, Umm. Thanks." She turned to him and smiled
his face was filled with confusion "For what" he asked
"The birthday… thing." They both smiled at her response
"No problem, seriously Keen. That…" he chortled then put his hands up making air quotations "Birthday date. Was a blast." And with that he left their office
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The buzzing of her phone startled her as she threw the sheets out of the way. Squinting at the bright screen she answered it, "Keen" she said in a groggy voice. it was Red. "Lizzie! Thank god you woke up!"
"Red, stop calling me. I don't want to hear your voice, I don't want to see or hear anything from you at" she paused and glanced over at the clock on her nightstand. "Three forty-five in the morning."
She expected a laugh from him, but there was none. "Lizzie. I don't really know how to tell you this but you're in danger." He waited for an answer. "W-What? Who?" she tried to think of people that might want her head in a box. "You know the man you were married for two years? Well him, and his biological brother are coming after you." He said in a serious tone.
"After he told me everything?! After he told me the lies you hid from me! How do I not you're not lying!" she was now yelling into the phone without realizing it herself. "Well, he was using you as leverage for those passports and your trust. Be at work tomorrow." He hung up before she could defend herself.
No way in hell would she trust Raymond Reddington with her life.
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She walked out of the dusty yellow elevator and turned into her office. There sat Raymond Reddington, the bane of her existence. She placed her messenger bag at her feet "What the hell do you want from me Reddington?" she questioned him. He just raised an eyebrow.
She let out a deep breath, walked inside the room and closed the door behind her. He looked down to his watch, "At ten thirty sharp, my people will extract us from this blacksite, making it look like we were abducted. From there we will be on a jet to France, staying there until its safe or too dangerous."
She picked up her stuff and placed it on her desk, "this is your mistake. Hiring Tom." She walked to the second door, placing her hand on the handle, about to turn it. He spun to face her, "And I will fix my mistake just give me a chance." He defended himself. "Well I'm sorry, you cant fix this mistake" she stated while swiftly walking out of the room.
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her shoes clicked on the concrete floor as she walked at a steady pace into the break room where she pours herself coffee into a white ceramic mug. Exhausted, she sits on the not-so-comfy couch and stares at the ceiling. Again… the thoughts. Tom, how she would wake up early every morning and coffee and pancakes would be set out for her. She hated it, those damn pancakes and the bland coffee. All of it tied back to the man who kept the most secrets from her.
Loud shouts came from the war room. she looked above the fridge to the clock, ten-thirty. Goddamn it Reddington! She ran out and faced all her colleges on their knees, following all the men's orders. The man who looks in charge catches her in his eyesight. "here" he says and points straight at Liz.
The men tie her hands together and push her beside Red, who's hands are also tied. She looked through the crowd of terrified agents and made eye contact with Cooper. The look of concern took over his face as they pushed her away. They walk them in the direction of the board rooms, where they have most of their meetings about safety regulations or about updates on the most wanted list.
She knows that its Reds people leading them, but her hands still shake in fright. The men stop and turn back to Red and Liz, and undo the handcuffs that were tightly on their wrists. "Let's go" one of the men say and start jogging towards an emergency exit. Before they can open the door, the sound of footsteps fill the hall. All Red's people lift their pistols, ready to shoot at anyone who comes their way. The one and only Donald Ressler, walks out of a board room. his suddenly fearful eyes catch Liz' then drops the files in his hand. One of the men shoots his right arm and shoves open the door leading outside.
Ressler collapses to the floor and screams in pain. The men shout orders to each other while Liz stands there, traumatized. It hurt like hell, watching her partner bleed on the concrete floor. Her heart breaks in a million pieces, while a fire rages inside of her. Without thinking, she starts to run towards him. Only to be stopped by Red's tight grip on her arm.
Emotions started to take over her mind, they were uncontrollable. Tears started to form in the deep blue eyes who stared at Ressler, with fear and concern. "Lizzie we have to go." A tear flows down her cheek as Red yanks her arm towards the exit. "No." she states quietly and looks back at Red. "Lizzie we ha-" "No." she now states louder and attempts to walk towards Ressler, Red pulls her back harder. "No!" she yells and turns to Red "I'm not leaving my partner here to bleed out and die!" Red looks back and mouths something to the man behind her. The man picks her up as she struggles to release herself. "Red you son of a bi-" a syringe was stabbed into her neck, and she passed out from the fluid.
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So if you've realized I'm ultimately heading for Keenler, butttttttt, its not going to be canon in about 2-3 chapters. :/ (I'm sorry lol) Anywayyys! Whacha think of that? Good? Bad? What do you want to happen? Plz leave a review! ;)