Author's Note: So yeah. Hi everybody! I'm new to the site, and this is my first fanfic. For like anything. I'm kind of nervous, I've always read fan-fiction but never posted any myself. I've watched this show from the very beginning, and like the rest of you, I'm quite a fan ^-^ I suppose my main worry is whether or not I was able to capture the character's personalities, but its kinda hard to tell with just one chapter . Just know that I tried my best. I apologize for this chapter being so short. But there's more to come, trust me.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Blacklist . The only thing I own is my imagination, and Emile.
The names on the blacklist were slowly beginning to dwindle, and as they did, Elizabeth noticed Red accompanied her and Ressler more often. Occasionally, Dembe wasn't too far behind, either. The criminals were becoming harder and harder to catch - more dangerous, and equally as clever. And even though Red had disappeared for a while after the Anslo fiasco, and rarely came into the Post Office when he returned, Assistant Director Cooper had given the man consent to go with Agent Elizabeth Keen wherever she dared venture to search for suspected blacklisters. Red was an important asset, so his input and assistance where applicable was greatly appreciated.
The man they were pursuing today was a fellow by the name of Emile Pescarti - a master arsonist who happened to have an extensive knowledge of bombs and how to make them (often selling his expertise to the highest bidder). To make things even more interesting, Emile was formerly a skilled magician. He left a calling card at crime scenes - an Ace of Hearts playing card. The newspapers called him "The Wizard". Intel had traced a phone call back to Baltimore a day before, in an abandoned parking garage - the hunt was on.
After a monotonous car ride (between an amiable silence, Red's random observations, and much small talk), the three were now focused on the task at hand. Dembe, who had followed them at length in another car, drove past and parked in a different location. Ressler cut the vehicle off and extricated himself from the confines of metal, leather, and machinery. Elizabeth and Red followed suit.
"Alright, Pescarti's phone call was traced to this location," Donald said. "We're here to look around, see if we can find anything related to the case. It's highly unlikely Pescarti will be here, but if you do see him, be cautious in apprehending him." This he said as he glanced at Elizabeth.
"Don't worry, Donald," Red chortled. "I'm sure Lizzy and I are capable of handling ourselves." A gentle quip. She is stronger than you think, Agent Ressler.
Donald nodded, and with a final glance at the two, he departed to scour the perimeter. Red turned to Elizabeth.
"Let's start on the first floor, shall we?"
"Sounds like a plan."