Hello again :D *wave* finally got the courage to post this multi-chapter fic. Just maybe 4 or 5 chapter or less. haha ~ a warm thanks to my two beta 'inmate23' and Alysha..their awesome. This fic based on a song, Hoobstank- The Reason, OMg! you all need to hear that song. This is fully Lizzington so if you are not on the same ship as i am, surely warning to walk away.. But happily if you can change your mind come and aboard :D

Review are welcome. enjoy. *runsandhide*


Im sorry that I hurt you,

It's something I must live with everyday,
and all the pain I put you through,
I wish that I could take it all away,
and be the one who catches all your tears,
that's why I need you to hear

"No!" Was all Red said.

The next blacklister was a sure suicide mission. He would not let her be a hero and a reckless one, as she tried to be most of the time. Anslo Garrick, Luther Braxton and The Deer Hunter were examples of how easy she could get hurt and he could not bare to see her hurt again this time.

Especially now that their relationship has gone on another downward spiral, in this constant roller coaster ride that was their partnership. He cared too much to let even a single needle prick to her soft and delicate skin.

"I'm an FBI agent for God's sake! I'm not your puppet or your Barbie doll, so that you can order me around!" Liz glared at Red so fiercely that he almost flinched under her gaze and he clenched his jaw shut, in fear he would say something he might regret. He was well aware of Lizzie's stubborness, which could be as solid as concrete sometimes but he would have to be rough with her this time.

His possiveness, born of out his constant concern towards her, was eating him up from the inside. He wished he could plead with her. 'Please, Lizzie. Please, just listen to me, just for once. I cannot bare to lose you' He wished he could utter those words but alas he could not.

He turned his face to look at AD Cooper. He and Lizzie surely make a scene as whole War room was in a state of silence and only the hum of the air-conditioning could be heard.

"Consider this my final word. Harold, I won't proceed, if Agent Keen takes part in this mission." The silence broke as Red turned on his heels and left the room and the Post office.

Aram stepped into the War room with his laptop in his hands, completely unaware of what happened a minute ago. As he looked up, he saw all the stern face of his colleagues and friends.

"Okay, What did I miss?" He asked, his face frowned in confusion but Samar just glared at him and pulled him by his elbow, to follow her outside without a word.

After a few minutes of deathly silence, Liz went into her office to calm her anger. If thoughts could kill, anyone would be in danger right now. And the Concierge of crime would certainly be the first target. His possesivness of her made her blood pressure skyrocket. She wanted to slap him across the face. She still couldn't understand why he pretended to care so much? She had drawn a line between them but he still tried to cross it. She had told him to stop. She uttered all of the harsh words that she knew would cut through him like blade. It made her sick that she actually thought he would always be there for her, because he truly cared.

She thought they were connected as two broken souls, desperate to live in this harsh world. Thanks to Luther Braxton, her perception had changed yet again and as the curtain finally opened, it showed her that all of it was a lie. Her entire life was a lie. A sick game that has been played for years. Guess who was the mastermind behind it? Raymond "Son of a bitch" Reddington.

She was exhausted from all of this. She let her head fall down and let out a long sigh. 'Calm down, Lizzie. Just breathe.'

She nearly dozed off but the sound of the door opening woke her up. She grunted in frustration. She didn't have any energy left to lift her head.

"Liz, Cooper wants to see you in his office." Ressler said while leaning against the door. He felt sorry for his partner. Her argument with Reddington was not big news to him. But the tension that he could feel in the air between them was unbearable.

"Liz, you need to talk to him, I know that this is hard for you to take and despite my feelings for the man, I think he just wants you to be safe." Liz felt a light pressure on her shoulder and heard the door been closed. She lifted her head up and rubbed her face with her hand. Ressler's words occupied her mind and it was weird to even think that he would say those things to her.

He was on this task force far longer than her. He had been trying to catch Reddington for 5 years, while the man was in the wind. They may have established some kind of a weird respect and partnership between them. She slowly dragged herself away from her office and went to Cooper's office. She softly knocked on the door.

She heard a softly spoken, "Come in," before she turned the knob and walked in


After he left the Post office, Red went to a café to meet his businees partner. Dembe took a seat not too far from his friend, always on the lookout for any threats. He saw the concern on Red's face.

He wanted to talk to his friend but he knew it would be too bold and unwise at that precise moment, as it might anger him. When Red landed in a vulnerable position, Elizabeth Keen seemed the only one who could help him. She had a huge role in his friend's life. She could break him, even with a harsh word.

"Red? Are you even listening to me?" Red was starled a bit from his long thoughts. His mind was elsewhere. He looked up at John, he seemed confused.

"What? Im sorry, John I – " Red tried to compose himself in front of his business partner. John was pissed. And Red knew it. But he couldn't help it. His mind couldn't focus on anything other than Lizzie's safety.

"You know what, Red? Just forget it." John stood up and left Red in confusion.

"Damn it!" Red cursed under his breath. The emotional stress from his situation with Lizzie was beginning to take a physical and financial toll on him. He didn't hear much of what John had said. He looked out the window towards the DC's busy street. He had lost his business because of a silly distraction. Because of a woman and not just any woman. A woman that is the center of his universe.

He took a final sip of his tea and went outside to their car, where Dembe was already waiting for him. They took off to his safe house, as he needed to try to construct up a back up plan for keeping his favourite FBI agent safe.

A black figure stood in the shadow smirking, while watching the Concierge of crime's car get out of sight. He put his hood on and walked away from the alley.

TBC~