A/N: This popped into my head, this was the only way I could think of to get it out, so please enjoy. Also this is A/U. Ok so this is so going to be Lizzington, warning you now if you don't like it then don't read.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Blacklist, or anything related to it.

Elizabeth Keen walked into her apartment late one night. It had been 6 months since the incident at the Post Office with Anslo Garrick; 6 months since she and Tom had decided to get a divorce; but most of all it had been 6 months since she had seen or heard from Raymond "Red" Reddington. After that day, she and Agent Ressler had been under orders from Director Cooper to locate and capture Red; but there was one thing that Lizzie had found it was that if Raymond Reddington the Concierge of Crime did not want to be found, then no one would be able to.

Lizzie went through the pile of mail in her hand, not surprised when she saw an envelope from her attorney; there was no point in opening it, she knew what it held. It was a copy of her divorce decree; it had been finalized last week and inside the envelope held the final piece telling her that she was no longer Mrs. Thomas Keen. Now she was just Ms. Elizabeth Keen, it was easier to keep Tom's name than to change it back. Tossing the pile on the entry table, Elizabeth kicked off her shoes and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. Days like today deserved a glass of wine, but it usually ended up being half the bottle before she went to bed. Pulling the Riesling from the fridge she opened it and poured herself a generous amount before making her way into the living room glass in one hand, bottle in the other.

Her new place was quiet, too quiet it seemed, hence why she was spending more time at the Post Office and less at home. Most days she was in early and out late looking for anything that would tell her where Red was. He had been silent in his communication, not even bothering to contact Dembe, it was apparent that he was not ready to be found yet, which was sad because Red was the only person that Lizzie felt wouldn't abandon her and yet here she sat all alone. She turned on the TV for background noise mainly; it was hard to really focus on it even in her solitude she always allowed for her mind to drift back to Red and some of his last words to her before his disappearance.

"Lizzie I want you to know, wherever I am whatever I'm doing if you are in need I will be there."

Every day since then with the Task Force looking for him, the divorce from Tom it had felt like she had needed him every day; and yet he had yet to show up and be there. It was disappointing in a way, but in the end it was something that she had started to accept months ago. Lizzie finished her wine choosing not to have her second glass tonight choosing to leave the almost empty bottle on the table in front of her, as she lay on her couch watching the news her feet curled up under, she couldn't help but think of Red and what he was doing as she began to drift off to dream.

*Across town

Raymond Reddington sat in front of the fire of his hotel, a scotch nestled in his grip and Dembe across from him holding a manila folder. In the two weeks since his return, he had been hiding and the only person who knew he was even back in DC was Dembe. He knew Dembe would be loyal to him and would not divulge his location to anyone and it was because of this that he was able to ask Dembe to bring him an update on Elizabeth. Dembe had passed him the folder and went to wait in the other room for instructions. Dembe had learned the Raymond was still trying to protect Elizabeth and would help his friend no matter the cost.

Red opened the folder and pulled out the documents that were enclosed within. At the top was a photo of Elizabeth taken only a few days ago according to the stamp. He noticed that she had looked tired and worn down almost. He couldn't believe that Agent Ressler or Director Cooper would allow her to continue working looking like she was exhausted. A few sheets outlined her new address as well as photos of the outside of her apartment; Red had thought it quaint and seemed to suit Lizzie well. One page went over her daily schedule, and minus Saturday afternoons spent running errands it was the same, an average of 10-12 hours at the Post Office before returning home and doing it all again the next day. The last page was a surprise to him, as it was a copy of her divorce decree. Upon seeing this Red realized that she must have taken his words to heart.

"Lizzie, be careful of your husband."

The memory of their last conversation drifted through his mind and he was not able to stop the thoughts that followed. She and Tom were over, she had divorced him and moved on with her life, but it wasn't a person that she had moved on with, it was her job. According to the information that he had in front of him, Lizzie worked more than anything else and was only home to sleep it seemed. Going back to that first picture, he couldn't help but notice that this Lizzie pictured was not the strong Elizabeth Keen that he had left 6 months ago. Red decided that it was time to get his Lizzie back and he was going to start tonight.

"Dembe, get the car, we're going out."

A/N: Please review they keep the creative juices flowing. I hope you enjoyed.