A/N: This is my first Blacklist fanfic so bear with me. I've been watching since the beginning and once I saw the finale, I literally died. My mom called me dramatic but she has no idea lol. Ok I'm gonna stop rambling and move on. Love ya!

P.S. FATHER/ DAUGHTER SHIPPING! I know the dialogue from the ending is waaaayyyy off but I'm editing it this weekend so everything will be better, and I'm writing the new chapter soooo...

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Blacklist or its characters. If I did, I would know what's going to happen next...and you would get a sneak peek lol

I'll Be There
Chapter 1

"No matter where I am, I'll be there if you need me."

As Liz heard the words coming for the receiver, she couldn't help but ask if her thoughts were true.

"Are you my father?"

"Be careful, Lizzie." The line went dead.

Lizzie. The only person who really called her Lizzie was Tom. She'd told Red from the beginning that it was Agent Keen to him. But he refused. Lizzie is all he called her...

"Will you really be there?" She whispered to herself.

"What did you say, honey?" Tom said from behind her. She blinked away the tears forming in her eyes and turned to her husband with a false smile.

"Nothing. Hey, why don't we just finish this last box and go out. Go out to the movies or something. I just... I just want to he my mind out of work now," she said. He stared at her for a quick second before answering and smiled.

"Perfect. I'll finish up here and you go clean yourself up. Dinner and a movie tonight." She felt a surge of appreciation for Tom. She didn't know where she would be without him. Yeah, things have gone a little out of whack these past couple months, but they're getting through it.
As Lizzie walked up to her room to shower and change, she thought of all the places Red might be. Los Angeles, Chicago, New York, Miami...somewhere big. Somewhere with a lot of people. Somewhere where you can blend in and not get caught. She sighed, gathered her things, and went to the bathroom. Determination surged through her as she decided to find him and get the answers she needed.


He walked through the streets of Downtown Manhattan, New York. He passed the stores full of cloths, toys, and food. Business men and women speed walking through the streets, talking money and business through their phones. Teenagers talking about that new boy in their math class. Mothers with children in their grasps'.

Memories flooded his mind as he thought of that. How he held his baby girl for the first time all those years ago. How, even in the shadows, he watched he learn and grow into the beautiful and smart woman she is today. He watched her first heartbreak in high school. He watched he lose her close friend to a fire her junior year. He watched her walk across a stage and receive her diploma. He saw her go through the vigorous training for the FBI. He saw it all.

But Red couldn't tell her any of that. He couldn't say how proud he was of her. He wanted to brag about his baby girl. He wanted to show her off, be there for her and protect her from demons. His demons. That's all he could do. That's why she can't know he's her real father.

Upon arriving at his apartment in the city, he up wrapped himself from the confines of his jacket and let tears fall from his eyes.

He'd come so close to losing her. How many more times would this happen if she knew the truth. God forbid the rest of the damn world. Might as well sign his and her death certificate.

The crash of thunder and lightning outside made him jump.

"Damn weather," he muttered. He looked out the window, watching the scene in front of him. Raymond felt trapped. Like the world was turning against him. Even the chance he had to be with his daughter again was compromised. He felt like he was getting closer to her. Slowly but surely; when she opened up to him a bit after Sam died, he thought he really had a chance with Lizzie. Damn you, Aslo, he thought. Reddington smirked at the thought of Aslo dead on the floor of the church.

At that moment, his phone rang.

"Rivera Auto shop," he said, disguising his voice lighter and accented.

"Raymond," said the female voice on the other end. He let go of the breath he was holding.

"Selena! How are you?" He asked politely. She chuckled.

"Good, just as I told you 2 hours ago. I have what you need. I drove by earlier and saw her packing up a box by the window."

Red's mouth turned to a frown. This is all because of him.

"In other words, she's moving." It wasn't a question.

"It seems so. But she looks like she fine. I'll make sure Dembe is around at all times." He thought for a moment.

"It doesn't seem like the brightest idea to keep Dembe around. Lizzie knows who he is, she knows what he looks like." Selena sighed.

"True, but you even said so yourself, he and I are the only people you could trust around her. That decision is up to you, Red." It was Red's turn to sigh.

"I suppose you're right. Just...just make sure nothing happens to her. Especially with Tom. I still don't trust him. They may have erased his memory but I don't want to take a risk."

"Then it's settled. I will call you if anything, okay? Everything is going to be okay." He closed his eyes and sighed in defeat.

"I wish those words were truly comforting. Thank you...goodnight, Selena."

"Night, Red." The dial tone rang through his ears, signaling she hung up. Now he could do nothing more but sit in the shadows and pray he doesn't get any frightening calls from Selena.


"What movie do you want to see?" Tom asked. Lizzie looked up at the sign that showed all the movies showing and their times.

"How about Catching Fire?" She said. He nodded and asked the ticket person at the window for two tickets to Catching Fire.

During the middle of the movie, Liz excused herself.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, I'll be back." Tom nodded. As she walked out of the theater and down the hall, she got an eerie feeling. She felt a presence around her, following her around. Liz quickened her pace and went inside the bathroom.

"Just breathe, Liz. Breathe." She stood in front of the mirror hung above a sink. Liz saw a tired woman staring back at her. Not tired as in sleepy tired. Tired as in annoyed. Annoyed that she wasn't getting the answers she wanted. Needed.

Lizzie took a deep breath and walked back out of the restroom. She spotted a familiar face 50 feet away. They walk towards each other. He opened his mouth to speak but she shook her head.

"Just be careful," she said. Dembe looked at her, a flash of understanding ran through his eyes. They nodded to each other in farewell and went their separate ways. She understood what Red was doing. Dembe was to help keep an eye on her. Whether he was her father or not, he cared about her and wanted to keep her safe.

A?N: It's Really short but this is only the beginning. Its to give you a taste of the story! Let me know what you guys think!