Hi :) This is my first fic for The Blacklist i was just listening to this song and all i could think of was Red and Lizzie :O

I hope it's OK just something short, maybe a little out of character..

Disclaimer: I don't own The Blacklist or the song: Celine Dion-I'm falling into you. I wanted to do the whole song and mix it in but it was quite repetitive so i just did the chorus :D


I'm falling into you
This dream could come true
And it feels so good falling into you

I was afraid to let you in here
Now I have learned love can't be made in fear
The walls begin to tumble down
And I can't even see the ground

He saved her again.

The butt of the gun was pointing towards her forehead, so still and dangerous. She was sure her heart stopped beating just at the sight of it. It felt different this time though. She thought this time, this time it was the end. And she felt suddenly frantic. She should have been thinking: There was still so much she wanted to do. She was still experiencing the grief from loosing Meera, her dad and in a twisted, messed up sort of way Tom. She needed to do more work. Put criminals away. She needed to visit her dad at the cemetery and refresh the flowers every month. She needed to talk to him. She needed to do so much. She needed, at this moment to think of all those things.

But then he was behind the man with the gun and her eyes widened in a surprise. Why was she surprised? She didn't know. Of course he would come. He looked so dangerous and her insides twisted a little. Not from being afraid, or scared at how lethal he could be. Her insides twisted because she was so happy to see him. Him and his ridiculous confidence.

He didn't speak when he pulled the trigger, the echo of the bullet biting through the silence. The man dropped in front of her, the gun falling from his fingers. He didn't have to kill him, he could have talked to him, told him to drop the gun. But he didn't and it scared her when she didn't care.

She raised her eyes from the lifeless body on the ground. Red's eyes were roaming her body, checking for any scrapes or injuries.

"Lizzie." He took one stride forward but stopped just out of arms reach. "Are you hurt? Anywhere? Are you OK?"

That's when it hit her. This overwhelming sense of pain and guilt. She felt selfish, horrible and she forced herself to not look at him.

"Yes," she quickly stepped forward, avoiding any eye contact. She brushed past him hastily and she could hear sirens in the distance, he must have notified Ressler. "Thanks."

"Where are you going?" He asked but she didn't turn around.


That's what brought her to her current position. Slouched against the bedroom wall in her and Toms apartment, empty apartment. She was staying at a hotel as she cleaned the apartment out, wanting to sell it as quickly as she could. She left it sitting there for months once Tom died, not really knowing where to start. Now it was already mostly cleared out but she still had to clean the floors. She felt hidden away here though. Cooper let her leave early and surly no one would expect her to be sitting in her old bedroom drowning her feelings on wine.

She was sitting in darkness, the half full wine glass resting in her fingers. She felt hazy and a little sick but the thoughts of her father kept running through her mind, making the tears fall more often. He would hate her. God, if he knew. If he was watching down on her. If anyone knew.

Not even an hour went by when she heard him.

She could hear his footsteps and she bit down on her fist to prevent any sobs to release. Maybe he wouldn't hear her. But she knew he wouldn't leave until every room was checked.

"Please don't," she choked out when she could sense him standing in the doorway. His hand on the light switch. It hovered over it for a moment but he respected her decision and dropped his hand to his side.

She glanced up at him as he crossed the room, she could smell the aftershave that lingered on his skin and the very Red cologne that she still didn't know the name of. She would never ask him. He turned on the lamp that sat on a small bedside table, the only two objects in the room. The light was dim but it was just bright enough to see her face. He walked to the opposite side of the room to her and started to sit on the floor when her voice stopped him.

"I haven't vacuumed the floor."

He huffed a small laugh but slid his back down the wall and sat on the floor. His eyes were slightly squinted as he observed her but they instantly softened when he saw her tears and the struggle she had maintaining eye contact with him.

"Is the wine nice?" His voice was low and smooth, his eyes flickered to the bottle for the briefest of seconds before resting on her again.

Lizzie turned to look at the half empty bottle, just the sight of it made her stomach sick. "No."

"When you get your new place," Red paused, looking around the room then once again, back to her. "Please give me the honour of filling your wine cellar."

She didn't answer him. The thought of him stocking up her house with wine was a nice. But then her thoughts began running a mile a minute and she knew he was here to talk. To see what was wrong and she had no idea how to make up a lie. She needed a lie because the truth was too hard to admit.

Red pursed his lips when she didn't reply. She kept staring at the wine bottle and he wondered if she had drunk it all tonight.

After a few minutes of silence, he spoke.

"Lizzie, look at me."

She very slowly and very reluctantly looked up at him and tried so hard to hold his gaze. It was a wavering gaze but her blue eyes were watching him and he felt an enormous amount of sadness for her. Seeing her upset was painful. Seeing her try mask her feelings was even worse. He worked his jaw.

"You're going to be OK."

He killed her father.

"You deserve to be happy," he continued.

He killed her father she reminded herself.

"And you will be."

The one person who loved her. Who cared for her.

"I don't know about that," she answered her voice surprisingly steady.

He couldn't work out what was wrong. She was usually easier to read. He could tell a real smile from a false one. The tone of her voice when she was being sarcastic. The way she parted her lips when she was focussed, intently listening. He could usually read her.

"Why don't you tell me what is on your mind? I have nowhere to be." He crossed his ankles then, his arms across his chest. He wasn't going to back down. He then unfolded his arms and slipped out of his suit jacket, emphasizing his point.

"Where's Dembe?" Lizzie asked him.

"He has the night off." Red smiled at her. "I had to force him though, he is magnificently hardworking that man."

"Red, I appreciate the help," Lizzie said quickly, not wanting to get comfortable with him. "But I really think you should go."

"Why?" Red questioned. "Unless you want to come with me? Would you like to go somewhere with a bit more light perhaps?"

"Please go."

"Lizzie, I refuse to leave you in this state."

"I'm fine!"

"You're intoxicated and upset."

"I am not drunk."

"But you are upset and I find it impossible to leave if you are upset." He chewed the inside of his lip as he stared at her stubbornly.

She stood up. "Seriously, thank you for saving me today," she said, gesturing towards the door. "But I really don't have anything to share. Have you never just wanted a glass of wine before...alone?"

"Not over half a bottle, while sitting in the room I shared with my criminal ex husband."

"It's not about Tom."

"Is it about your father?"

Lizzie felt her body freeze. "No."

Red breathed out a ragged breath. "I know you can't forgive me," he rubbed his temple with his forefinger. "But if you need to yell or cry Lizzie, at me again, I think you should let it out. sweetheart."

Lizzie sat back down, wincing slightly at the word sweetheart. She didn't want to do this, not now. Not ever. She swallowed back a sob. "He was my dad."

"I know." Red nodded once, thankful he had gotten something out of her. "And I k-"

"I feel like I'm betraying him or, or I don't know," she swiped underneath her eyes. "He would just, everything I'm thinking is so wrong."

Red looked confused for a moment. "I doubt your father could ever feel betrayed by you Lizzie."

She closed her eyes tightly. "If you go now, everything will be fine by the morning I promise. I'll be ready for the next blacklister."

"I don't want to leave you." Red answered stubbornly, sighing. "Tell me what you're thinking and I'll tell you if it's wrong."

Lizzie felt herself giving in and she didn't know if it was a good thing or bad. She was tired. "It's about you."

Red ran his hand over his chin. "Do you want me to leave DC?"

She didn't answer.

"Lizzie, if you need me to leave your life I will." He pulled his legs in and stood up, reaching for his coat. "It pains me to see you upset Lizzie and it pains me even more knowing I am the cause. So i need you to tell me."

Lizzie looked up at him, her lips parting slightly.

"I," she ran her hand through her hair. "If I say this. Will you please leave straight away without answering."

He wasn't sure where she meant. Away from the room? The apartment? Her life? But he nodded. He rested his hands in his pockets.

"When the gun was pointing at me today I should have thought about everyone."

He stayed still for a moment, before asking, "who?"

"Dad, Meera..Tom.." She looked up at him, towering over her but it wasn't threatening. "I feel like I should be I don't know..grieving.. "

Red walked next to her, leaning against the wall she was sitting against. "Having a gun pointed at you makes you think of strange things Lizzie and everyone grieves differently."

"I was thinking of you."

Red raised his eyebrows and looked down at her. She was looking down too, so he only saw the brown of her hair falling loosely down her shoulders and back.

"And then I was thinking how you killed my dad but that I, that.."

"Lizzie-"

"I'm falling in love with you."

He wasn't sure he had heard right.

"And I'm not drunk right now," She continued. "Don't tell me I'm drunk. And I know it's bad. I do."

"Lizzie-"

"But you make me feel so good." Lizzie could feel the tear trailing down her cheek as she looked up at him her face scrunched in sadness . "And I don't even know why."

He looked away from her and rested the back of his head against the wall.

After several long seconds of silence, Lizzie stood up. "You know what," She swallowed, blinking her eyes repetitively. She stepped around him to leave. "I think I'll do the leaving." Embarrassing. So embarrassing

He grabbed her arm gently. "Oh, no you don't Lizzie." He gave her a small smile, trying to keep any feelings in tact. "Unless I can go with you? Somewhere with more light perhaps?"


The end! Thank you for reading and i hope it was OK!