Disclaimer: I don´t own anything related to The Blacklist. I write just for fun.
Liz is sitting at her desk covered with papers. The Post Office is empty. All people were gone, but she stayed. She tries to catch up on the various reports that were in delay about the cases already solved. In recent weeks she accumulated a little bit of work. Always left work early to meet Red. For a dinner at a nice restaurant chosen by him (as usual), or to give a walk in the park in the evening watching the sunset or just feeling the breeze in their faces, or also to talk just sitting on his couch and drink good wine. Liz likes these moments much more than she ever thought she would, especially after Tom had disappeared from her life. She's thankful for that.
Silence reigns. Only the light of her office is connected. She yawns. Sleep begins to take over her body, but tries to keep herself focused. Knows she have to take the opportunity to doing all that remains to be done because Red is away on business for a few days. When he returned, Liz wants to be available. Wants more time on his side. Lose herself in his words, in his glances, in his little touches. But what she loved was she get lost in his arms. She did try to avoid these thoughts and also prevents it to him for a while but it was completely impossible. He looks like a human magnet with his excellent company and that look that embraces her without touch.
Finally ends the reports. Looks at the clock. 11:30 PM. Organizes them on her desk. Checks everything one last time and turn off the light from the office. Walks toward the elevator, passing along the large room where many cases are resolved. Only the small lamps guide her.
Suddenly, something lights on her back . She turns and sees the big screens. In them appear several photographs. Some larger, others smaller. Her photographs and Red together, sharing all those moments the past few weeks. Three photos are in highlights in the main screens. One was taken at a lovely dinner at restaurant Il Italiano. The Red hand rested on her. Both smiled serenely. Feels her face blushing. Look at the second picture and sees another picture of both, sitting on a park bench, where the Red arm was resting on her shoulders. Liz remembers that day. For a little she didn't let her head land on his shoulder. And at the center, in the main screen appears a picture of the two dancing by the fireplace in one of his safehouses. Hands clasped, almost joined bodies. If previously her face were flushed, now her body froze. Why those pictures are on the screen?
Passes her eyes around the room. Sees nobody. She feels herself despairing.
"Who's there?" She screams, but her voice is shaky. In response gets only her echo. Tears floods her eyes.
"This is not funny." She screams. She has the same response. Runs furiously towards the elevator. There is nobody there. Descends towards the street but don't sees anyone. "Damn" tells herself.
Reenters in the Post Office. In the elevator she leans against one of the walls. Feels her legs failing. Wants to curl up and cry in herself. Wants to lose herself in the embrace of Red and forgets that this is happening. But she remains strong and remains in search of someone.
When she returns to the large room, the pictures are no longer on the screen. She sees a figure in the dark. Her blue eyes cannot decipher who that person is. She's distant. Approaches and sees the person getting out of the dark. The Liz eyebrows rise in a face of astonishment.
"You?"
tbc
AN: I hope you enjoy. It's something different than what I've written so far. Sorry for some mistakes that you may find in the text.