The Fan Club
A/N, I don't own blacklist or taken!
Hello all of you lovely readers… this is something totally new for me – a blacklist fan fic! I've never written one before so please let me know if I'm on the right track and if you'd like me to continue!
Chapter 1
Elizabeth Keen was bored. As much as she would deny it to anyone who would ask.. her life was dull – outside of work that is! Ever since the truth had come to light about Tom and the traitor he was, it had seemed wrong… not to mention painful, to stay in touch with the friends that they had together. She couldn't tell them the truth so instead told a lie and then stood back and watched it grow.
It had started with her neighbor, a kind old spinster lady with whom Tom used to flirt with because it made her feel better - it was things like this she struggled with, did he do this as an act to make her love him more? Or did he actually do it because he felt sorry for her?... Was he capable of feeling sorry at all? These were the thoughts that seemed to buzz around her brain when she wasn't otherwise occupied with work and catching bad guys.
All it had taken were the muttered words of infidelity and teaching abroad and the damage had been done. Word seemed to spread and friends called and offered apologies and dinner invitations, not to mention suggestions of getting back on the horse and even a few 'it's a good job you found out he was gay before you had kids' – although how that one came about she had know idea. But every time she had smiled and thanked them and that was that… pretty soon calls stopped, eye contact was lost and Elizabeth Keen had found herself alone.
It was yet another one of her 'quiet' nights when something different happened – something that changed the course of her life forever.
"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you."
"That's right Bryan, you tell that asshole what a world of hurt he's in for" Elizabeth Keen shouted while grabbing another handful of popcorn and started shoving as much of it in her mouth as she could, when the phone rang.
She glanced over at the clock on her bedside table, its neon glow told her it was 11.38pm. She frowned and wondered who it was that could be calling at this time? She had spoken to Red only the previous evening and he had told her he would be away on business for a few days and that he'd be in touch when he returned. She still had no idea on what their relationship was or how it was going to progress, but at times when he wasn't an asshole – it was good to have someone around who cared and even took the time to make sure she ate properly.
She swallowed the remaining popcorn and picked the phone up, answering only with a brief "Keen"
There was a surprised laugh, followed by "Is that really how you answer your home phone Keen?"
Liz scowled "Ressler, not that I'm not thrilled to hear from you but what are you doing calling me this late, at home on a Friday night? I thought you said you had a life!"
She heard another laugh "And you told me you had a life, I'm beginning to think that sentence was code for 'I sit in the dark watching soppy films while making my ass bigger' or am I wrong?" he asked.
She glanced guiltily over at the half empty bowl of popcorn before scowling
"Screw you Ressler"
"Well Keen, as much as I would love to continue this little love fest, I'm only calling because Aram wants a word with you" Ressler said.
Huh? That was unexpected, Liz wondered what Aram wanted
"Well Donald that was so nice of you to do such a self sacrificing thing as to call me, I'll be sure to pass that on to your Mom next time I see her" Liz told him in an overly sweet voice that she knew Red would be proud of.
"Bite me Keen" he snarked
She laughed and replied, "Not even if you were paying Ressler"
She heard a throat clear before a quiet "Umm, Agent Keen – Agent Ressler has gone."
Liz felt the tell tale tingle of the blood rushing to her cheeks
"Aram, I'm sorry you know what Ressler is like!"
She heard quiet cough
"Anyway" she added "What's up?"
"Well part of my job is managing the digital footprint of the post office, I have to keep an eye out for possible security issues, tourists taking photos of things they shouldn't, unauthorized CCTV footage of missions - things like that. Anyway, as part of that I was doing some checking into reports of some online chatter regarding Raymond Reddington" he said.
"Online chatter?" Liz repeated as she felt an uncomfortable tightening in her chest.
"Yes, It was actually a lot easier to find than I had anticipated… but then a whole new set of problems developed" he replied.
"Okaaaay" Liz said slowly whilst rubbing her hand over her now rapidly beating heart.
"It would seem that Raymond Reddington has a fan club" he said.
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