She couldn't let him catch her. Not yet. Not when she hadn't proven her innocence. She ran into the forest running as fast as she could. But she knew, even in peak condition, she'd never be able to outrun Donald Ressler. His footsteps were right behind her now. When he finally tackled her, her only thought was to protect her stomach. She made sure her hands took the brunt of the fall and turned to her back so she didn't hit her stomach. It still knocked the wind out of her. He was on top of her, gun in her face, and she'd never been more terrified. She tried to get up, to run, but he was too strong and she was too tired.
"Stop!" he yelled giving her a small shake. She resisted again and his face broke out in pain. "Stop," he begged.
She stopped resisting and looked down the barrel of his gun. "You wouldn't."
"I would." He answers, but his face contorts into sadness, contradicting his words. "You know I would." The words seemed to pain him to say. As she looked up into his tortured expression she almost felt sorry for him. If he hadn't thrown her to the ground or held a gun in her face meaning to arrest her. She let out a soft sob. "Elizabeth Keen." He sheathed his gun. "You're under arrest." He reached for his cuffs.
"Ress," and his name came out like a caress and God was that embarrassing. She closed her eyes. "Please."
"I can't let you go, Keen." And he's getting off her now, but her stomach is still in her throat. It's not until she feels the reassuring kick from her abdomen can she swallow the lump in her throat. He's holding out a hand to help her up. She thinks about running again, but knows it's a lost cause. She still doesn't take his offered hand. "Come on. Don't make this harder than it has to be."
She doesn't' say anything, just looks up at him. He lifts her up easily and then cuffs her. His eyes penetrating hers. And she sees the conflict there. Can read him like the open book he is to her. Can see the hurt, the betrayal, the concern, the relief. He's looking her up and down with astute eyes. And she's looking back at him just as shrewdly. And she sees it, was waiting for it really. The exact moment his eyes double back to her stomach. Sees the way his eyebrows furrow in confusion before a look of understanding reaches them. His mouth slightly agape. His eyes reflect surprise, anger, and sadness.
"You're-"
"Yep."
"But, how…"
"I'm pretty sure you know the basic mechanics." She raises a sarcastic brow.
"Reddington?" He asks but she knows he doesn't expect her to say yes. Then an idea occurs to him, one that disgusts him. One he actually believes. His lips form a sneer. "Tom?"
She purses her lips unwilling to talk.
"Well, it doesn't matter...I still need to take you in. But, we should probably have you both checked out...before...before we transfer you."