A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever…so I really hope it ends up good. I hope I got some of the characters right and all the mistakes are due to my late night editing. This is not Lizzington or Liz/Aram. This will have at least two chapters

Rating: T for paranoia

Disclaimer: All character and all of the Blacklist show do not belong to me. If it did we would know already that Reddington is Liz's father.

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Elizabeth Keen was having a very bad day. Ever since she woke up that morning everything seemed to be going wrong.

When she first woke up she realized she woke up late, not enough where she would be late for work, but enough where she couldn't she couldn't wash her hair. That was problematic considering how grungy it looked and since she was going to most likely see Red today; and he always liked to try to discuss how she looked and how to "improve" it.

Then she found out that the all the hot water in her motel had been turned off. So, after a very quick and horrible shower, Liz put her hair up into a pony tail and put on a pants suit and hurried over to the post office.

Lucky, for her Red didn't call to make her any later than she assumed she was going to be, because of the traffic. Then, as soon as she got into the post office she went to get coffee. Normally, Liz would stop off to get coffee at her usual coffee shop on her way to work, but of course it was closed today. Hoping that she could at least salvage the rest of the day by staying in her office and catching up on paperwork, Liz walked quickly to her office.

But, as fate would have it she didn't notice the wet floor sign in front of her and she slipped with all of her coffee spilling onto her shirt and jacket. Hoping no one noticed she glanced around and saw no one but Aram. She was happy it was just him knowing he wouldn't tell anyone her little mishap and that he could possibly help her.

As soon as he saw Agent Keen fall Aram rushed over to her to help her stand up. "Agent Keen are you alright that was a pretty bad fall you just had there," Aram said worriedly.

"Yeah, I just tripped and wounded my pride a little bit," she responded jokingly, then she looked down. "And, well, maybe my shirt," Liz said with a sigh and shaking her head wondering how her day could get any worse.

"I don't know about your pride, but if you want a solution to your stained shirt I may have a solution to your problem," Aram said. Liz agreed wholeheartedly knowing what would happen if Ressler or worse Red saw her with the stained shirt.

"I know the sweatshirt isn't really your style and it's a little geeky, but at least it will cover the stain," Aram was quickly saying as he handed Liz his college technology club sweatshirt.

"No, no really I like it and it's not really that geeky, Aram," Liz was saying as she pulled the sweatshirt on," Anyway, this sweatshirt is really a lifesaver especially after the day I had, thanks." Liz really did think it was a very nice sweatshirt after all, she may have only glanced at it, but it had a very nice color and design.

"Well, I happy to know it helped you, and you can return it later," Aram stated knowing his sweatshirt has finally caused some good, considering his past torment.

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Liz and Aram went about their day as usual. Though Liz was trying to hide behind her paperwork. Though Ressler did notice the sweatshirt he didn't say anything, since he heard about what happened from some maintenance workers Liz didn't see. Then, right when Liz finally thought her day was turning around Red walked into her office with a smirk on his face.

"Hello, Lizzie," Red said as he gave grin in her direction," I was wondering if I could interest you into a little work free lunch down…" He suddenly stopped speaking as soon as he casted a look at Aram's sweatshirt. "You know what," Red started speaking again, his eyes never leaving Aram's sweatshirt," I never seem to be able to talk to Mr. Mojtabai enough, so rain check on lunch," he said as he was leaving her office with an unreadable look on his face.

"What was that all about," Liz asked aloud while glancing over at her partner. Ressler gave her an incredulous look and said," If you really don't get that wearing your colleague's old sweatshirt, around an old school guy like Red means that you're dating and/or sleeping with him. Then you really need to get out more."

As Liz heard this statement not only did she realize what the sweatshirt said (Aram Mojtabai Technology Club President), but she also realized the danger she put Aram in. This was really going to be one of the worst days ever.

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Tbc…

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