"The divorce is final." Tom scowled.
"Good. Let me leave in peace." Liz crossed her arms.
"Before you leave this parking lot, grab your stuff." He growled.
"Wait,what? I never put my belongings in the car!" She yelled back.
Tom pondered his thoughts for a moment, "I did. Now go get your shit out of the car. It's all in perfect condition."
"Tom, I never asked you to that." Elizabeth grew suspicious of her newly ex-husband.
"Get your shit out of the car, NOW!" He pointed to the car.
Liz turned around and she walked to the car they shared for the longest time. The car was a symbol of the past and it started to hurt her eyes the more she stared at it. She lifted the lid of the trunk up and noticed a box of clothes and pictures. She opened the box and noticed the clothes were torn. The frames of the pictures were smashed. The contents of the box were in shambles. A tear slid down her face. This wasn't what she deserved. This represented what Tom Keen ended up being. A complete asshole. She looked back one last time to see him with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall of the building.
Liz woke up at her desk. It really did happen. The divorce. She was freed from someone who was haunting her. But she has nothing good to look forward to. Liz lifted her head up from the desk and noticed Meera was standing in the doorway. She collected herself and stood up from her seat.
"Meera, what's going on?" Liz asked.
"I was about to ask you the same thing, what happened to you?" Meera shown concern on her face.
"I just got divorced to Tom and now I'm homeless." She replied, slumping back into her seat.
"Aw, hun, you need to stop living here and find a place to stay. I'd let you stay with me, but I have no room." Meera lied.
Elizabeth sighed, "That's fine, I'll find a place to stay soon, but for now my office is my home."
Meera looked over towards the box that Tom gave Elizabeth before she left the court. "What happened here?"
Liz put her head down on her desk, "Tom."
"Liz, you need to get new clothes and a home. I wish I could help. I need to go, Cooper was asking for me before I walked in here. I'll see you later!" Meera ran out of the room in a hurry, and passed the windows of Liz's office.
Elizabeth wanted to do with no one, and nothing. She just stayed in her office and shut the blinds. The only thing that could keep her mind occupied was writing down notes on the latest criminal they have to track down.
"Agent Keen," Donald called out side the door.
Liz got up from her desk and opened the door. "What now?" She said with a bit of attitude at the end.
Don looked at Liz's face and messy hair. "I was going to say we found out that the criminal we're tracking isn't easy to find, but I think you knew that; and I now am curious what happened. You don't seem right, Keen."
"Donald, you need to understand, I just got divorced, and now I have no place to call home besides my office. That's why I'm in this condition. If you want to give me a therapy session, it will have to wait another day." Liz tried to slam the door in Ressler's face, but he was stronger than her, and opened the door again. She backed away a little, with anger covering her complexion.
"You can't get rid of me this easily. Now, tell me what happened. I swear I won't speak of this to anyone." Donald walked through the door and shut it behind him.
"If you do, I swear, I'll put an end to you." Liz threatened him.
"I promise." Ressler sat on the couch beside the broken-down box beside him.
Liz paced behind her desk to clear her head and sat in her chair. "Tom and I got divorced yesterday, and I've been living in Hell. I can't sleep right, I don't feel freed, I feel trapped and triggered. He's hurt me, and I want the scars from his abuse to go away." Liz broke down and fell out of her chair.
As Lizzie cried, Ressler crouched beside her with one hand on her back, rubbing it back and forth. "Liz, it's going to be okay. Shh, it's gonna be alright."
Liz tried catching her breath and she had a difficulty doing so. "No. I won't be alright." She muttered under breath.
Ressler put his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. "Lizzie, you will. I swear."
She cooed into his chest, "No, no, no."
"Yes. Yes you will." Don whispered into her hair.
Donald and Liz moved to the wall beside her desk and he let her sigh into his shirt. Moments went by without words. Just sighs, and slow breaths.
Liz fell asleep in Donald's arms. They both didn't mind, especially Donald. He's wanted to get out of being a walking-talking FBI robot. Liz was the only one he can show that side to. She is the only one.
Liz opened her eyes, and sat back up. "Donald, I'm sorry I wasted your time, it's already 7:50 pm. Please don't be angry with me."
Don's arms were still around Liz, "I'm not angry, I was only here with you because I was comforting you. You don't need to apologize."
A breath left Liz's lips, "I'm sorry for overreacting. It's just too much I've gone through."
"You don't need to explain. I know you're still healing and getting through this." Donald pushed Elizabeth's bangs back and grinned back at her. "I've missed that smiling face of yours. No more tears."
The words Donald said caused Lizzie to blush many colors of red. "Thank you... I hope I didn't ruin your day."
"You certainly did not. I swear you didn't. To make it up to you, I think you deserve a home. Do you want to stay with me until you're back on your feet again?" He asked so politely.
"Wait, you're letting me stay with you?"
"Yes, you don't deserve to live here. You need a home."
Liz immediately wrapped her arms around Don's neck and embraced him. "Thank you."
"You're so welcome."
Author's Note: I know I wrote their names too much in the dialogue, but I'm still learning the ways of writing good fics. If you enjoyed this, I'll add to this in the future, and I mean it!