Okay so this is just a short drabble about Liz and Ressler from The Blacklist because they are my OTP. I have not yet seen season three so please don't hate me if it's not all correct. I'm basically just taking off a few months from where season two left off. But yeah, just some fluff for them because I love them. Also sorry that Liz's Point of View parts are shorter, I like writing from Ress's Point of View better. This may or may not be a one shot, I'm not sure yet. Please leave a comment if you liked it, and want me to continue this!

Liz's Point of View

Winded, I leaned against the wall and bent over, with my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. I heard the shouts getting closer, and turned to keep running down the dark alleyway. I've been running from the FBI for four months since I shot Tom Conally. My old partner, Donald Ressler has been hunting me relentlessly. Just as I rounded the corner, I felt one arm wrap around my waist, as the other hand went over my mouth. My heart pounded in my chest, and I inhaled deeply, trying to think of a way to fend off my attacker. But as soon as I took a breath, I recognized the scent of the person who was holding me, I would know the crisp, distinctive smell of his aftershave anywhere.

"Liz, no more running." His deep voice whispered in my ear.

For the first time in a long time, I felt safe. Even though Ressler was the one who was supposed to be hunting me down, I had always felt safe in his presence. He was like my own personal shelter, my rock. I hadn't realized how much I had missed him.

With a sigh, I relaxed against his body leaned into him. I nodded in agreement with him. I knew I couldn't run anymore.

Ressler's Point of View

I couldn't believe it. Finally, after months of searching, I had caught Liz. I didn't want to turn her in. I wanted to make sure she was okay, both physically and emotionally. Even though I didn't want to admit it, I would break the rules to keep Liz safe. I liked to think of myself as a strict, by-the-book agent, but the truth was, that I would do anything to protect the woman I held in my arms.

As soon as she released the tension in her body, and leaned against me, I realized that I had missed her desperately. I could feel that she had lost weight, and she was trembling in my arms. She probably hadn't had it too easy while she was on the run. I turned her in my arms, and put one hand gently on her cheek, the feel of her soft skin driving me crazy. I was so glad to be able to hold her again, and know that she was really here. I kept one arm tightly around her waist, helping to support her. I could see that she was weak with fatigue and hadn't slept in a while.

"Are you okay?" I said softly, brushing the hair out of her face.

She didn't say anything, just let out a soft whimper and then hid her face against my chest. I felt her small body shake as she broke down and cried. I just pulled her closer and stroked her hair. I pressed my face against the top of her head, and then placed a kiss on her forehead. I wish so much that I could take her pain away, and stop her tears.

I wished that we could stay this way forever, just holding her in my arms and being there for her, but I knew the rest of the FBI would be here soon.

"Liz, look at me," I gently pulled her face to look at me, and then I wiped the tears from her cheeks, "We need to get you somewhere safe, okay? I'm not letting you go to jail for the rest of your life. I'm going to take you to my apartment."

She nodded, and I stepped away from her, but held onto her hand as I led her down the alley.

Liz's Point of View

I held on to Ressler's hand as tight as I could. He was my lifeline, and I felt that if I let go, I would drown. I wasn't even paying attention to where we were going, but soon we were in a car. I felt as though I was in a daze, as I lay my head on Ressler's shoulder as he drove, and I stared blankly out the window.

Ressler looked down at me, with concern in his eyes, and I looked down at our hands, which were still intertwined. I rubbed my thumb over his hand, beyond thankful that he had been the one to find me.

If it had been anyone else in the FBI, they would not have hesitated to shoot me down or turn me in right away. I had been on edge ever since I ran, always looking over my shoulder, never relaxing. But now, in the car with Ressler I felt safe enough to do just that. I finally gave in to my weariness and closed my eyes as I fell asleep against his shoulder.

Ressler's Point of View

As I parked the car in front of my apartment, I looked down at Liz, who was completely out. She looked peaceful and relaxed, and that made me smile. I carefully moved her head off my shoulder, and then got out of the car and walked around to her side. I opened the door and unbuckled her, and picked her up easy, cradling her against my chest.

As I made my way into the apartment, I walked directly to the bedroom and laid her down on my bed. As soon as I let go of her, an adorable frown formed on her sleeping face, and she curled up into a ball. I pulled the covers up around her, and turned to walk away and leave her to rest, but stopped when I heard her call out to me.

"Please don't leave me," her voice was weak and scared, "I've been alone for so long."

"Shhh, I'm right here. I'm not going to leave you. I promise." I sat on the edge of the bed and took one of her hands in mine.

"I've missed you." She looked down, as if embarrassed to admit it.

I gently grabbed her chin, and pulled her face to look at me, "I've missed you too. A lot."

She smiled at that, and then moved over to the other side of the bed and patted the now empty spot next to her. I kicked my shoes off, and then slipped into the bed next to her. She moved closer to me and cuddled up to my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. I could still feel her body trembling, and even though I knew she was safe, I couldn't help but worry. I rubbed a hand against her back soothingly as she started to cry again. She buried her head in chest as I felt her sob against me.

"You're safe now, I'm here."