I'm Baaaaack :D. So I know my hiatus from this site is inexcusable. I've been gone way too damn long but I'm hoping I can fall back on you guys' good graces with this new fic. This page is short, I know but if it gets positive feedback I'll continue. NBC's The Blacklist is simply badass. Enjoy!
Red lifted his head from having spent a solid 2 or so minutes vomiting and dry heaving in a bathroom stall. Removing the small test from his coat pocket he had used earlier and sat there, simply staring at it through narrow eyes.
It seemed as though the speck of a plus sign was mocking him. He dabbed at his mouth- attempting to clean up best he could. Still holding on to the test for a bit longer in slightly trembling hands before wrapping it in paper towel from the dispenser and discarding in the trash.
Taking uneasy breaths Red walked briskly through the café and out the main doors. How was Elizabeth going to react? Hell, how was anyone going to take this?
Perhaps it was best to keep the assistance side of things with the FBI few and far between. However, that would only backfire and draw more suspicion. Especially considering he had turned himself in.
He was lost in a sea of his own mind when suddenly his cell goes off; it was Liz. Reluctantly he answers, what was normally a casual tone was now replaced with a quake as she attempted to speak.
"Re..Red.. I..is that you?"
Her voice quivered. What the Hell was going on? He feared she might've been in trouble.
"Elizabeth, calm down and tell me what's going on"
He continued his pace. Watching as his breath mixed with the chilling winters air. There was dead air space, then came her voice once again.
"It's m..my husband, Tom… he..he's dead"
The words hit him like a freight train. Stopping dead in his tracks- Red paused before saying anything. He wanted to be there for Liz, now more than ever, but he was also fearful. Fearful that it would wind-up bringing to light his preferably confidential anomaly. He sighed.
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
