A/N Lizzie on drugs - fun until it isn't anymore. As ever, I don't own the Blacklist, I'm borrowing the characters for these little scenarios. Please do review and let me know what you think.

1. The Trip

When Red and Dembe entered the lab, weapons drawn, the chemist was there with his arm across Lizzie's neck. Something wasn't right; she wasn't fighting back and her head was rolled to the side, her hair across her face. The moment the chemist spotted them he turned and reached for his weapon. As he did so, she slipped from his grasp to the floor and Red didn't hesitate to take the head shot. He moved quickly towards the body of the chemist, kicking his gun away and delivering a second shot to the heart. He knelt beside Lizzie on the floor, relieved to find that she was awake, if disoriented.

He reached into his pocket and removed a cloth handkerchief, gently wiping the blood spatter from her face. "Hello Lizzie". His smile faded into a frown of concern as he registered that she was having trouble focusing on him, and breathing hard. "Lizzie…Lizzie look at me. Did he give you something?"

She groaned and nodded before slurring "he stuck me with something. Don't know what it was. Feels like the world's swaying."

"Ok sweetheart, it's going to be ok. Just sit tight a second." Red rose to his feet and scanned the floor and counter tops. He quickly apprehended an empty syringe on the floor and a single vial on the counter. He read the label before slipping the bottle into his jacket pocket and kneeling back down next to her.

"The good news is you're going to be just fine, the bad news is you're in for quite a trip I'm afraid. Do you think you can stand up?"

She nodded and he took both her hands in his, helping her to her feet. They walked slowly from the building with Dembe covering them ahead, and Red supporting most of her weight. She moaned as they walked out into the harsh glare of sunlight. Red sneaked his fingers to her wrist and confirmed that her pulse was racing. "Ok sweetheart, it's straight to hospital for you."

"No way. I'll be fine, just tell Cooper what happened and take me home please."

Red shook his head in a no-nonsense kind of way. "If by 'home', you mean you want me to take you to whatever dingy motel room you're staying in this week and leave you there under the influence of a powerful drug, completely helpless, you can forget it."

"Red!"

"Absolutely not. You have two choices Lizzie. You can go to hospital, or you can come with me to a safe place where you can sleep it off and I'll have Mr Kaplan check you over. The second option involves less paperwork."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. I just need to lie down. The floor is moving." She giggled suddenly. "And I'm starting to see some pretty crazy colors. Ones I bet even you haven't seen."

"Oh you'd be surprised" he said dryly. "Get in the car Lizzie." He opened the door for her and helped her inside, buckling her seat belt carefully before coming round to join her in the back.

Once they were on the move she looked up at him, wide-eyed with a broad grin on her face. "This is kind of amazing!" For a moment her face seemed to change to one of utter adoration. "You're amazing."

He reached into a cabinet in the back and removed a bottle of water, undoing the cap and holding it to her lips. "Drink."

"Oh my God yes, I'm so thirsty!" She tried to clutch at the bottle but ended knocking it so that it spilled down her top. He grabbed her flailing hand gently and kept the bottle at her mouth until she had finished gulping down the cool water.

"Thanks" she mumbled.

He set the bottle down and turned to look at her, just in time to see her eyes close and her head roll to the side against the seat.

"You're welcome."

When they arrived at the safe house she came round just as Dembe was carrying her up the stairs to a bedroom, disoriented, confused and combative. Downstairs Red smiled in spite of himself listening to Mr Kaplan and Dembe trying calm her down while she yelled incoherently. After a while he walked to the bottom of the stairs in time to see Mr Kaplan emerge from the bedroom with a grim expression on her face and a plastic bottle in her hand. He grinned at her.

"I'm glad you think this is funny Raymond. The poor girl has been drugged to the eyeballs – she's so freaked she won't stay still long enough for me to start an IV. We've got to get fluids in her somehow – I've tried to get her to drink this instead, but that isn't working either."

Red nodded and walked up the stairs. "Give it to me."

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely."

When he entered she was sitting in the middle of the bed, clutching at the covers.

"Red! That insect woman was trying to stick me!"

He laughed hard at that and then tried to collect himself. "I promise no more needles Lizzie."

"Good! Now come here – you have to feel this, it's soooooo soft."

Red swallowed. "I'll do you a deal. I'll come over there if you'll drink this for me." He held up the bottle containing Mr Kaplan's solution.

"Yes!" she laughed happily, punching the air.

He climbed gingerly on the bed and she scooted over to him snuggling herself under his arm. "Lizzie – drink." He held the bottle to her mouth and she drank obediently, her massive eyes never leaving his face. Her pupils were like saucers. He put the bottle down and she continued staring at his face, her expression full of wonder.

He chuckled as she reached up with her hand and began touching his face, brushing her thumb over his eyelashes, his nose and mouth.

"You're beautiful Raymond" she said suddenly. And then giggled at her use of his first name. "Ray-mond" she said again, trying it out. "I love you." She sighed. "I'm so in love with you."

And he stopped laughing then. He closed his eyes and tried to block out the sound of her girlish giggles, his heart breaking at the thought that he would doubtless never hear her say those words to him again. He stayed with her for hours after that, trying to smile when she laughed, holding her, and comforting her until the worst had passed and she eventually fell into a deep sleep.

She woke when he returned to check on her, sitting up and clutching her head.

"Oh God, I feel horrible."

"Let me get you some water." He walked to the bedside table but she reached over and grabbed the bottle herself.

"It's fine I can do it. I'm so sorry about all of this, really. I...I hope I didn't say anything embarrassing."

He looked down at her but she seemed determined not to meet his eye.

"No Lizzie. Nothing at all."