AN. I should be writing my camp Nano novel but here I am totally besotted by The Blacklist. The magic idea portal which appears to be located somewhere near the region of my shower opened and 'hallelujah' I was showered with inconvenient and persistent plot bunnies. This story will probably become AU very quickly. No planned parings, I'm leaving that for the characters to decide, if or when it becomes appropriate. And now for the Disclaimer- I do not own anything to do with the Blacklist, I am a fan and I'm only writing this for my own enjoyment and to get the stupid idea out of my head.
Prologue.
Raymond Reddington regarded the blush of the falling sun with an indifferent twist of his lips and crossed his arms. The loose stone crunched under his heels as he settled, leaning against the car beside a man named Rose.
"She doesn't suspect anything, Raymond?" Rose asked, a hint of worry in his deep baritone.
"No more than usual. The fallout from the Tom fiasco has kept her busy."
"I was concerned…"
Raymond Reddington turned his head toward his confidant, narrowing his eyes.
Rose continued, "…during the Floriana Campo incident that you might be letting them get too close to the truth, too soon."
"As far as they were concerned Campo's activities were to supply the sex trafficking trade, nothing else. There's nothing to worry about, Campo would have ensured her blacker transactions remained… off the books."
"If Elizabeth found out the truth, what do you think she would do?"
"I'm not sure, she's always been difficult to anticipate — self-destruct probably. She's not ready, neither is the rest of the world, Rose. No, we have to keep fighting this war in the dark for now."
"She will eventually force our hand, Raymond. She's smart, she might start putting things together."
"I have no doubt that day will come, but we still have time."