„So, Mr. White. Here's your passport and your flight ticket. In the name of British Airways I wish you a nice flight back to London!" A happy looking police officer gave Tom Keen his belongings and spoke to the next one in the queue, all of them were about to enter the plane to London.
Tom went straight to a shop and bought him chocolate. After those 4 month on that ship, that was something he really missed. His mission was clearly over and Reddington will do everything to keep Lizzie save. Some weird thoughts in his head were saying, this is actually his job as her husband -not Reddingtion's. But he's not married to her anymore. Hell, he's not even divorced. Annulled would be a better word. But why does he care, this wasn't a love marriage from his side.
With that thought Tom entered the plane to London, and he had no intention to ever return to the United States of America.
„Keen?" Lizzie answered her phone with her normal work voice. She was not in the mood for a new name on the blacklist, but she really wanted to work. So this was better than nothing.
„Lizzie, good to hear you. How are you?" Reddingtion spoke calm and slowly.
„I think, I'm good. What's up? New name?" She failed to sound like the cool cop, she usually is.
„Actually yes. Brandon Cusack. He's a an arms dealer and should be in prison. I would've done it myself but he has family and I want that kids to remember him as the bad father in prison. The problem is not to find him but to prove he's dealing."
„Okay, got it. Bye", she said and hung up. Better he does not get suspicious. The last week since Tom's release she was truly feeling alone. Admitting that she's still in love with him was very hard, and to know he will never feel the same way and never had is breaking her. Reddington was a good friend, but she liked being married. It felt like years ago when she and Tom wanted to adopt a baby. Or better: when she - not Tom - wanted to.
„Don't think of it. You will just cry again for hours. Do your job and forget the past."
„Aram? Check out on Brandon Cusack. Reddington called, he's some sort of an arms dealer. A family man, maybe a weak point."
Aram nod. „No problem. Anything else?"
„That's all. Call me if you find something interesting." Lizzie left the blackside and headed straight to her car. Quickly she drove to her current motel. Just as she entered her room, the tears were starting to fall down her face. Somehow she cried herself to sleep, but immediately woke up when her phone rang.
„Keen?"
„Lizzie, I got something. Cusack is staying in D.C. this moment. Flowerhead-Motel. I called his wife, it's worth a visit."
„Thank you, Aram. I'll check it out."
Lizzie headed to the bathroom and washed her face. Her eyes were red, everyone could tell she just cried. After taking an aspirin against that headache she got, Lizzie left the apartment.
On the way she dialed Ressler's number.
„Agent Ressler here."
„Hey here's Lizzie. I'm on the way to the Flowerhead-Motel, can we meet there? We're searching Brandon Cusack, maybe he's in town to sell arms. Reddingtion implied something like that."
„Yes, of course. I'm there in 20 minutes. See ya!"
20 minutes later Ressler arrived at the motel. He saw Lizzie and went to herwith a worrying look in his face.
„You don't look good. Ever thought taking off for a few days? To sort some thinks out? I'm sorry, it's not my business. You know what you're doing."
„I'm ok. Stop worrying. Everything will work out. Just… give me some time. Sitting in my room doesn't make all things better." But that was sweet, Don. Thank you for caring. You're doing a better job than Tom.
Donald tried to smile. He really wished it would all work out for her, but she should really take some time off. Both agents went to the reception.
„FBI agents Ressler and Keen, we're hear to talk to Brandon Cusack. Is he hear at the time?"
„I will call to him. Just a minute." The woman on the desk searched a number in the computer and dialed it immediately. „Mr. Cusack? Some FBI agents are here to talk to you. Can I give them your room number?… Thank you, Mr. Cusack." The woman hung up. „Room number 212."
„Thank you." Ressler gave her a last smile and the agents went quickly to room number 212.
„Mr. Cusack? FBI agents Ressler and Keen." The door went open.
„Hello, FBI? Where's the problem?"
„Can we come in?"
„Sure. Sorry, I'm messy without my wife. She is still in New York, I am here for work." Donald and Lizzie were observing the room. On the first side it looked normal. But Reddington is usually right, he knows for sure about the crimes committed by Cusack.
„No problem. We just have a few questi-" Cusack had two men coming from the bathroom pointing each a weapon at the agent's heads.
„When you're clever, you let us leave and everything will be fine. Nice to meet you, FBI."
Without another word Cusack left the room.
When the two men were also about to leave, Ressler gave them a strong hook to the chin and weapenend himself before the other man could turn around to him. But the man ran and shot behind, Ressler shot too, but it was too late. He wanted to ran after them, but then he realized blood on the floor. Lizzie laid down and held her arm. „I got shot. My arm.."
„Lizzie, hold out, ambulance is on its way!" Ressler tried to fix a bandage from the first aid kit around her arm. When the ambulance arrived Cusack and his men were nowhere to be seen- not that anyone ever believed in that. Ressler stayed with her until they'd arrived at the hospital.
„Ok, Miss Keen, the doctor will need to check your arm with the x-ray, but I would say nothing is broken. Get well!" Lizzie was a little bit dizzy from the painkillers, but tried to be as normal as she could.
„Donald, you should go home, it's late. Sleep, we need to arrest that bastard."
„No, I don't want to leave you alone."
„Please. I need some time for myself."
„Alright then. But promise me that you will if you need anything. Understood?"
Now Lizzie laughed a real laugh. „Of course, I promise. You're a good friend."
With a last smile, Donald left Lizzie's hospital room. When the doctor entered, he sat down right beside her bed. With a serious voice he began to speak: „Miss Keen, you may fool your colleagues and even yourself, but I'm the doctor. You should tell me that you're pregnant. Since 13 weeks."
Tears were coming in her eyes, but Lizzie tried to blink them away.
„My husband, he's-"
„Agent, you do know you have options."
But than she really started crying. „Stop talking. My husband is not my husband anymore and I don't want options. Honestly, I don't know what I should do."
„Lizzie?" Raymond Reddington slowly came into the room.
„I'm pregnant, Red. And my arm should get an x-ray."
„Then doctor, do what you need to do for that x-ray. I keep her occupied." With an nod the doctor left the room.
„Lizzie", Red began. „I thought you knew it all the time but that you didn't want to talk to me." He placed the flowers on the little desk near the window.
„You were wrong." Red sat on her bed and hugged her. „I still love him. And I want that baby. But I want my Tom back. That one that never existed." Red stroke lightly her hair.
„When I got told my wife was expecting I was a good help. At least that's what I thought. But I can help you. That kid will have a great mother."
„Thank you."
„Now let's get your arm fixed."