Another blacklister. She was sick of Red and his damn list. Sick of trying to figure out what his endgame was. She was trying to be mad at him, but she was really only upset with him. Red had his secrets, and while she was upset, she knew he had his reasons to keep them quiet.
Now, Luther Braxton, she was seriously pissed at him. But according to Red, he wouldn't bother her anymore. Which meant that Red had probably killed Braxton.
Braxton had taken her, trying to extract information she didn't even know she possessed. The water boarding still gave her nightmares. She can't even take a bath anymore. Showers only for this girl.
She gets jarred out of her thoughts as Ressler slams on the brakes as the car in front of them brakes fast. "Damn it!" Ressler swears. She slaps her hand onto the dashboard to stop herself from sliding forward, even though she was wearing her seatbelt. Ressler pulls up next to the curb and shuts the car off. Lizzie takes a look at her side mirror to see a familiar Mercedes pull up behind them. They both get out of the car and Lizzie looks up only to see their target.
"Ressler!" she yells as she spots their target running off. Lizzie takes off after him and she hears her name being called. She could hear footsteps behind her and she prayed that it was only her partner. She knew Ressler would catch up to her, only because he was slightly taller than her and had longer legs.
Lizzie slows down while drawing her gun from its holster. She peeks around the corner but doesn't see anything, but that didn't mean he wasn't there. She takes a step and continues down the street. It was eerily quiet. Not much foot traffic down here. She turns and starts to head back to the main road when she hears something behind her.
She didn't even get a chance to turn before she was hit with something in the back of the head. She feels herself start to fall, the world spinning. She drops to her knees as she feels the same instrument come down hard onto her back. Having no strength left she falls to the ground gasping for breath.
Out of her blurry sight she saw a pair of black boots, and she knew he was going to try and finish her off. She brings her arm around and lets a shot off with her gun. She hears her name being called before there was a swift kick to her abdomen. And the blacklister runs off.
"Keen!" Ressler calls dropping down next to her.
"Go get him," she rasps trying to pull air into her lungs.
Ressler nods before turning his head. "Reddington! She's here," he yells before getting up and running after their blacklister.
She was starting to get black spots in her vision and she knew she was starting to turn blue from the lack of oxygen. She couldn't seem to pull air into her lungs. She couldn't breathe. That's when the darkness took over.
~*~ TBL ~*~
"Lizzie. Lizzie," she could vaguely hear someone calling her name. "Come on, open those beautiful blue eyes for me." Lizzie groans before putting her hand onto the back of her head. She slips an eye open to look at her hand as she brought it in front of her face.
"I'm bleeding," she says. She looks up to see Raymond 'Red' Reddington staring down at her. "Red, I don't feel so good," she mutters.
"It's probably a concussion," he says. "Rest Lizzie. The ambulance is on its way."
"Red," she whispers. She could feel the bile rising up. "I'm gonna be sick." Red swings into action helping her into a sitting position and turns her head as she gets sick. He holds her hair and rubs his hand up and down her back in a soothing motion.
"Red," they could all hear the whine come out of her. Red gathers her into his arms, wrapping them around her. All she wanted was to feel safe, and by God, that's what he was going to try and make her feel. "My head hurts."
"The ambulance is coming," Red whispers dropping a kiss onto the top of her head.
A horn blares somewhere and Lizzie reacts to it, bringing up a hand and holding it over her ear. She tries to blink away the tears to no success. She buries her face into Red's chest. He brings his hand up and places it over hers that was over her ear. He drops another kiss onto her head.
"How is she?" Red looks up at Donald Ressler's form. A look of concern crosses his face.
"Most likely has a concussion. Anything else I'm not sure. Did you get him? Where is the ambulance?" Red asks looking up at his bodyguard and most trusted friend, Dembe.
"A minute out," he tells him.
"He took off into the park. I lost him there," Ressler replies.
Lizzie whimpers as police cars with their sirens blaring and lights flashing speed by. Red tightens his arms around Lizzie. Ressler waves his hand and Red looks up as an ambulance comes down the side street they were on. He walks over to the driver's side and tells them to cut the sound of the siren.
"Lizzie, the ambulance is here," Red tells her softly. She opens her eyes and then closes them. "Come on."
"Too bright," she whispers.
Red gets up and then helps Lizzie stand up wrapping his arm around her neck and pulling her toward him. She buries her face into his neck and together, they slowly start to walk toward the back of the ambulance. "Red, I think I'm gonna be sick again," she whispers. Red stops leading her and brings her away from the waiting paramedics. She bends over and throws up once again. The black spots were starting to return. "Raymond," she whispers before starting to drop to the ground. Luckily, Red had quick reflexes and catches her before she could hit the ground.
"Lizzie! Lizzie!" he calls desperately.