Baby every dog on this street

Knows that we're in love with defeat

Are we ready to be swept off our feet

And stop waiting

For every breaking wave

The cases gradually begin to lessen. And so do their sporadic meetings. She doesn't see him that much. He no longer calls or visits. It's as if he's weaning her of his presence in their lives.

And she finds herself realizing; that that's the very last thing she could ever want.

For all of her raging and screaming and fickle attitude towards him, at the end of the day, Liz had to admit the fact that she'd long ago fallen in love with the Concierge of Crime. It wasn't when he'd given her that dark smile with those intense blue eyes the first time they'd met at the Post Office. Or when she had that stupid dream about him. No, it had happened when he had gotten to his knees in front of her, placing a gun in her hands for her to point at him. Surrendering himself, willingly, body and soul to her. Vowing to go to the ends of the earth, even watch it burn, if it meant that it would keep her alive.

Tom, Jacob, whatever his name was, is gone. Six years ago come this December, and Liz never heard from him again. Red was there to see to it that Agnes had a father figure in his absence. Liz was hesitant about allowing Red to come into Agnes life. Why allow a renowned criminal to help raise her only daughter? He'd killed countless people, toppled whole governments, he'd even turned his back on his own family on that cold Christmas Day. Who was to say that he wouldn't do the exact same thing to them if she allowed herself and her daughter to become even more dependent on Raymond Reddington.

The Concierge of Crime. . .

That was a title that no longer mattered. The Concierge of Crime had seized to exist the minute he'd uttered her name while kneeling on a tiled floor with a gun to the back of his head. She'd heard him.

But now, he was pushing himself away from her and Agnes.

And Liz for the life of her, could not see why he'd do something like that after relentlessly trying to insert himself into her life

AN: Let me know what you think!