Red sat looking at the small music box sitting across the room from him. He knew the rumors behind it, that it held a secret of a criminal organization, but that wasn't why he wanted it. That was much more simple. He honestly just wanted it because he liked the intricate, silver designs that stretched across the top of the lid, and the music it played when said lid was opened was just heavenly. He didn't realize just how much trouble that little box was going to cause him.

It wasn't long before Ressler had decided to go after Reddington again. After this last fiasco in Missouri, he was determined to capture the criminal. Most would have been overjoyed that Reddington had let them go, but that only seemed to enrage Donald.

For the past week, he'd been searching for any leads that he could get his hand on. He'd interrogated every criminal he knew of that had any connections with Raymond. Unfortunately, Red seemed to be very good at finding people who were loyal and not easy to get information out of. To be completely honest, if things continued like this, he'd be tempted to start making deals. The only thing that stopped him from that was what morals he had managed to hold onto, despite his job.

There was one thing he found strange though. Everywhere he went there was one woman who always seemed to be there. She had long black hair and green eyes that seemed familiar for some reason. He didn't know who she was, but she seemed to know him. That's why he wasn't surprised when she approached him.

"Can I help you?" He asked and she gave him a sweet smile. She projected innocence when she tilted her head slightly and gave a small laugh.

"You're Agent Ressler, aren't you?" She asked causing him to raise an eyebrow. How would she have known that?

"I am." He answered and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Any you're the one who wants to catch Raymond Reddington?" She added. Donald nodded and furrowed his brow. There was no way she should have known that. "I think I can help you."

"Uh huh... And why is that?" He asked before she held out a gloved hand. He was slightly hesitant before taking it. Why was she wearing rubber gloves?

"I'm Lisa Reddington. Raymond Reddington is my father."