AUTHORS NOTE

I do not own or claim to own anything to do with the blacklist or any franchise there of. I hope this story works and fits the further developing storyline. This will be the first multi-chapter story I will submit. I just loved the characters and hoped this would happen. Enjoy :)

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It had been a year since first meeting Redington, and it had thrown her whole world upside down. She had filed for divorce 7 months ago and her personal life was in ruins. Her work was steady and busy which helped keep her mind off the betrayal she felt every agonizing hour. Keen had figured out that her now ex husband had been an informant for Redington until he tried new tactics which is why Red stepped in. Red had hired him to take care of her but, when he started to go behind his back Red had to take him out and why not enlighten Lizzie at the same time.

She had moved to a small studio apartment and taken several months off on sabbatical leave. She had much support from co-workers and friends. A lot of her support came from Red, not that she knew all of it was courtesy of him. She was in her last week of leave before she had to make her official decision to either leave the bureau or stay. There were no real alternative motives to stay or leave except her own.

She was pacing around her apartment trying to find something to do with herself when a loud single knock rang through the flat. It made her jump and caused her to become unsteady. After a few moments of steadying herself another knock came and another. She casually sauntered to the door. "If Red wanted to see me why didn't he make an appointment." She thought to herself and chuckled at the irony of her thought. However, when she looked through the peep hole in her door she was shocked by who was actual on her doorstep.

"Liz? I would like to talk with you?" His questioning voice shook through her. Confusion and upset raked through her, how was she meant to feel? Flashbacks of the many comforting hugs and softening smiles, the kind comments and sweet quips he threw her way.

Throwing open her door then leaning upon the open door, casually, she spoke softly: "Agent Ressler, what an honour," He half smiled knowing full well she meant no kindness in her greeting, but what eluded him was why she was so harsh. He took a small step to ask invite into her flat. She continued leaning and peering up at him. "What do you want?" She said standing from the door and folding her arms across her chest. Noticing her irritation he started to regret this visit but knew he had to speak to her. He mentioned the only person who might make her fold.

"Redington sent me. I have a message for you." He spoke with purpose while his eyes were glued to hers. She arched an eyebrow questioning him further without any response spoken. He asserted his dominance by stepping forward again and invading her home. She didn't protest merely guided him to the living room area, where he sat on a sofa across from an arm chair that she perched on the edge of. She looked tired as if she hadn't slept, as if she couldn't. He scanned her sparse apartment, he wasn't sure what he was looking for but whatever it was, was missing.

"What are you doing here? Why not just call?" She rubbed her temples like this conversation had been going on for years. He just wanted to tell her the truth let her into all his secrets but he knew that doing that just yet would destroy her or worse push her further into herself.

"Because I had to see you," her eyes darted open and stared in wonderment at him. "Had to know where your head is, for the team's sake," he coughed out. Keen simply shook her head, pushing her hair back with both hands and stood up abruptly. She wondered mindlessly into the kitchen.

"Drink?" She asked from behind the counter. He stood from the bright yellow couch and ambled into the kitchen. He gazed at her, understanding how confused and frazzled she must be. Ressler simply wanted to help

"Beer would be good, thanks." he calmly said leaning on the cool granite surface. She fished one out of her fridge and handed it to him their fingertips grazing one another's and they both felt it for a brief moment, their eye contact never dropping, until the bottle was passed and she returned to the fridge. "I came because I...Red wanted to... to..." suddenly flustered and stuttering after one moment of touch, but also because he couldn't quite reiterate what she so desperately needed to hear. Noticing his unusual stammering she turned from the fridge and glued her eyes to his watching intently as his darted away from her fixed gaze. "Where's your head at Keen?" He said forcefully and strong. She once again shook her head forgetting that for a split second she had a person in her kitchen and remembered it was cold hearted, uncaring Reseller who hated her.

"My head?" She questioned angrily. She was more confused than ever. "Why do you of all people care?" She spat. He ducked his head slightly avoiding her eyes that were so filled with hate, he knew hardly any was caused or meant for him but he couldn't help feel the hurt that the anger hit in him. Keen's expression softened when she saw the dent she had made in Ressler. "I'm sorry," She spoke with purpose and apologetically. Moving slowly around the counter to get to him. Without any invite she automatically wrapped her arms around his chest. She embraced him from behind as he was leaning on her counter and had not noticed her moving around to his side. When he felt her enclose her arms around him he felt the warmth in his chest again. He quickly turned in place to stand face to face with her. Her arms were now lightly on his waist and their eyes were locked. "I'm sorry," repeating herself. "You know better than anyone that this has been almost unimaginable on my life." Keen couldn't hold back the tears as they rushed to her eyes like the memories to her mind. He wanted to take all her pain away and vanquish the monster that brought it to her. She quickly turned away from him hoping he didn't see her in this vulnerable state. But he did.

"Liz..." He whispered. "I want you to come back to the bureau." He said proudly, knowing full well she needed help and he was going to be the person to give it to her. She needed someone strong to guide her and he would lend her his strength to carry on. She wiped the stray tears that she let fall down her face. Almost as if he read her mind he had said the one thing she needed to make a decision, an alternative motive.

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Hey hoped you liked this initial chapter of my take on Kessler fan fiction. Please rate and review, however I have one rule if you have nothing nice to I would appreciate nothing to be said at all, other than that I hope you like the story and I will update after at least one person follows :) Thank you xxx