I do not own The Blacklist... of course I don't.
A/N: After watching episodes of The Blacklist I just kinda fell in love with these two. To tell you the truth, after watching the TV show I couldn't help it. I had to write about them...
As Elizabeth Keen stepped out of her car and saw the house in front of her, she felt a huge lump in her throat. Three years ago, she lost everything that meant the world to her. While tears pooled in her blue eyes, she felt an unbearable ache in her heart. She was used to the pain, but being there, so close to the life she had before, getting flashes in her head of those memories all at once, overwhelmed her whole being, making Liz feel it tenfold. When she was a little girl, all she desired was to live in a house like this one and be happily married. That wasn't too much to ask. Wasn't it?
Three years ago she had it all; all the above and then some. She was a FBI Profiler and was very good at it. To be honest, to her it wasn't 'just' a job. No, to her it was more than that. With the help of a criminal like Reddington, she and her colleagues were able to put away the worst scums on earth. It was very important to her to help people who weren't able to fight back against those scums.
For three long years, she wasn't around to help, and that made her feel sick in her stomach. Liz had left everything she loved behind her, everything and everyone. God, it hurt so much. Three years ago, she left him. She left the man who was her best friend, her husband, and her partner.
"Donald Ressler." she whispered, as bitter tears rolled down her cheeks.
Finally Liz allowed herself to say his name aloud. At that very moment it became too much for her to handle. As a heart wrenching sob escaped her lips, she fled. Liz hurriedly walked back to her car, almost tripping over her own feet.
"Damn it!" she scolded herself, got into her car and sped away.
Donald Ressler was tossing and turning in his bed, unable to sleep. As a sigh escaped his lips, he opened his eyes and looked at his phone. It was 5:30 in the morning. God, what he would do to have just one good night sleep. He'd kill for it, like literally. Ressler and his team were working a case that just drained all the energy out of him. If that wasn't enough, Reddington was being a huger pain in the ass these last few days. He wondered what that was about.
It was a miracle that he hadn't lost his patience with the older man. There were a few times, when he almost wrapped his hands around Reddington's neck. It was that bad.
As he shook that thought off, Ressler got up and decided to go for a run. He changed and grabbed his phone on his way out. While Ressler ran his usual route, he all of a sudden realized what day today was. No. Today was... no! These last few days were so hectic at work that he realized just now that she...
He attempted to block that particular memory, but he failed miserably. The more he thought about it... about her, the faster he began to run. At one point his legs gave him warning signs. He was running too fast, his heart beating so fast, it almost felt like he wasn't able to breathe.
"No!" he cursed under his breath.
All he wanted right now was to forget. Forget what had happened. Forget the pain that he lived with for the last three years. He wanted to forget... her.
Why does she keep haunting him even after so long? Why?
As he slowed down, Ressler let out a breath, his eyes filling with tears. At one point he came to a stop, and felt a gut wrenching pain in his heart. He had moved heaven and earth trying to find her, but he he never did. She just vanished into thin air. And the worst of it all is that she didn't tell him why.
Why Liz?
At the moment he felt like crap, worse than ever before. If only he could just forget...
But just as Ressler was about to regain some control over his body and the whirlwind of painful memories, he was taken out of his thoughts by his phone ringing. He wanted to ignore it, let it go to voicemail, but the phone kept ringing. And even though the noise began to annoy him immensely, Ressler decided to answer it.
"Whoever you are, you're annoyingly persistent. Do you know that?" he growled.
After a few seconds, he heard a familiar voice on the other side of the line. "Hi, Ress."
