The sound of the alarm going off is what woke 24-year-old Elizabeth Scott that morning. She was just about to reach out for it when she felt her boyfriends strong arm extending from the blanket, reaching over her, and slamming the snooze button down stopping the obnoxious beeping.
She felt him move behind her and before she knew what was happening he had pulled her to him and pinned her back to the bed. She stared up into his blue eyes and watched as he smirked at her before planting a loving kiss on her lips, deepening it immediately. "Good morning to you too." She giggled, entertained by his antics.
"Mhm." He murmured before his lips began an assault on her neck. She let out a uncharacteristic giggle that quickly turned into a moan as his hips pushed into hers.
"Babe..." She murmured as a warning.
"Hmm?" He continued his assault on her neck and chest, and began running his hands up her side.
"You're going to make me late for my first day!" She laughed, although they both knew she wasn't trying very hard to stop him.
"Donnie!" She laughed sweetly.
He groaned as he lifted his head to meet hers. She ran her hands through his messy blonde hair.
Donald Ressler, or Donnie as Lizzie, (and only Lizzie) was allowed to call him; and Elizabeth Scott, or Lizzie as Donnie, (and only Donnie (and her father), were allowed to call her, had been together for two and a half years.
They met when Liz was in her first year at the Academy and Don had just graduated. If someone had told Liz two and a half years ago that her and Donnie would be living together in their own little house, on her first day as a FBI profiler, she would have laughed at them. There friends joked to them that they were going to be the FBI power couple, a unstoppable force once Lizzie got her bearings at this new job, but the two of them knew that probably wouldn't happen.
In fact they were more than likely never going to work together, but they were okay with that. They had decided that it would be easier to stay professional that way, and if they were every for any reason working together than they would be very professional and hope no one could tell they were an item.
Liz was stationed at the D.C. office. She had gotten herself a nice little office job there, while Don was running lead on a high-profile case that Liz knew nothing about. She knew that he worked some crazy hours and went where ever leads to this case would take him. He was a field agent, and the FBI poster boy field agent as she would joke with him. The most Liz knew about his job was that he didn't work at the field office like she was going to be, and that it was very demanding. Enough so that he missed a few dinners with Liz here and there.
"I'll go start the coffee pot." Don grumbled as he started to roll off of her, but it was Liz's turn to grab him and pull him back to her. Planting a deep kiss on his lips. "I love you." She whispered with so much conviction he swore his heart stopped.
It was the little things she did like that, that made him really stop and look at her. She had the capability to make him feel like a little school girl, which is something he really hated, but loved all the same.
She made him want to roll over and grab that little black velvet box that he has had hiding in the bottom of his bedside drawer for the past three months waiting for the perfect moment and just drop down on one knee. She was perfect and after two and a half years and three months of hiding that ring she made it really hard to keep hiding it.
"I love you too, Lizzie." He decided on instead as he kissed her hairline and rolled off of her.
He told himself that box and the future he so wanted with her would have to wait. He wanted her to get comfortable in this new job before he through something on her like planning a wedding. And he really wanted his proposal to be perfect, because she of all people in this world deserved it.
#BLACKLIST#
Liz was enjoying her first day so far. She had met her boss, and been shown to her office, which she was very excited about. She never expected to get this job right out of Quantico and was proud of herself for finishing top of her class and climbing up in the FBI world so quickly. She really didn't think it could get any better.
She had the perfect man, and what she hoped would be the perfect job for her. She was pretty sure that nothing could ruin this day for her.
She was standing in the middle of a large room surrounded by her colleagues as one of her coworkers gave a presentation when that all changed.
The doors were thrown open to the room startling its occupants.
"Special Agent Scott." Someone's voice boomed out through the crowded room.
Liz wondered if there was another Agent Scott here, it surely couldn't be her, she had just started, everyone was staring at the doors still as a voice that Liz knew all to well boomed out. "Special Agent Elizabeth Scott?!" Everyone in the room looked around, she made her way to the doors through the crowd of people and all eyes began to land on her.
When she was finally able to see the door she thought all of this must have been a joke as she saw Donnie standing there with two heavily armed guards right beside him and more behind. She stood frozen when she seen him there.
"Special Agent Donald Ressler," Why was he flashing his badge at her? Why was he introducing himself now? "I'm going to need you to come with me." He said and Liz watched as he looked down to the floor, not being able to make eye contact with her.
What in the hell was happening?
She mutely followed him as he turned and started walking away and the guards walked up to her and followed her out closely behind.
"What in the hell is happening?" She whispered to Don when she caught up to him.
He looked at her quickly then stared ahead again. "It will all be explained later." He murmured in a voice Liz didn't recognize.
He opened the back door for her to a black SUV and shut it after her not giving her a look once and he climbed into the passenger seat.
"Where are we going?" She questioned. Startled by the other 5 SUV's that had been waiting outside for them. He didn't answer as a guard got in and started driving off.
#BLACKLIST#
"What is this place?" Liz whispered as they finally stopped in some run down building and she got out following Donnie to an elevator with two guards close behind.
"Metro Sorting Facility, US Postal Service," Donnie said his first words to her since asking her to come with him over an hour ago. "It's been abandoned and up for demo twelve years ago, but we acquired it for covert operations."
"So we are at a black site?" She questioned him as they stepped into the elevator, still wondering what the hell she was doing here.
"For sentimental reasons, we call it the post office." Don replied smirking slightly but never looking at her, which was starting to piss her off. No matter how professional they may need to be he could still at least treat like a human being.
Liz used this opportunity while they were alone in the elevator to ask a question she was sure needed to be addressed before she went into whatever this situation was blind.
"Donnie, do uh... does anyone here know about, us?" She whispered so quietly he was surprised he heard her.
He looked at her for the first time and saw the fear in her eyes and just wanted to pull her to him and shield her from what ever was going to come next from all of this. "Some of them." He whispered back, then turned forward not looking at her again, "Everything is going to be okay, Lizzie." He whispered quietly, hoping to put her at ease a little, before going back to his tough persona as the elevator came to a stop and he ushered her out and down a hallway.
She was sat down on the other side of a large desk. She seen Donnie sitting behind her off to the side with another guard.
"Agent Scott, Good Morning. I'm Assistant Director Harold Cooper of Counter Terrorism." A tall darker skinned man stuck his hand out with a fairly calming smile playing on his lips. She stood and shook his hand.
"Of course, sir, I know who are sir." She said nervously as she shook his hand than was gestured by him to take her seat. She sat and her one hand found the scar on her opposite wrist and began to rub it nervously.
"Tell me, Agent Scott, have you ever heard of a man by the name Raymond Reddington?" He said getting right to the point.
"No, I, uh, don't believe so sir." She said honestly, trying to thing of any association with the name and coming up blank.
She watched as his eyes flickered to Donnie behind her and she wondered once again what the hell was going on.
"Raymond Reddington is number 4 on the FBI's most wanted list Agent Scott." Okay, what did this have to do with her? "About 2 hours ago he walked into the FBI headquarters and turned himself in with information about a criminal that he wants to help us catch." Cooper explained.
"That's... wow." Liz took a deep breath, not understanding what anyone this was leading too. "Sir, with all due respect, what does this have to do with me?" She questioned.
"Reddington has one condition with helping us with this case."
"Okay?"
"He will only speak with you, Agent Scott." Cooper said.
Her eyes grew wide."Me?" She noticed her voice had gotten higher and wondered if they had to. "Why me? How... How does he even know who I am?" She questioned on edge.
"We were hoping you could help explain that part to us as well." Copper said giving her a questioning glance.
"I have no idea sir, I've never heard of the man, let alone had any association with him to my knowledge."
"It says here you are specialized in profiling." He stated.
"Yes sir, today is actually my first day at headquarters." She smiled and the proud smile Ressler tried to keep off his face did not go unnoticed by Cooper.
"Congratulations. So Agent Scott, profile yourself for me if you will. Who is Elizabeth Scott?"
Liz was taken aback by the question. "E, Excuse me, sir?"
"Profile Elizabeth Scott."
"Oh uh, of course. Uhm, well I'm 24 years old, fresh out of Quantico, where I finished top of my class..."
"Read your file." He said, holding up the file itself.
"Of course, uhh.." She took a deep breath. "My classmates called me Sir. They thought I was uhm, a bitch. Like most kids that have troubled up bringing I can display narcissistic behavior; I can be withdrawn, disconnected. I delude myself with the idea that I can rewrite my own past by having kids of my own one day and getting married to..." She quickly remembered Donnie was there and felt her cheeks turn pink, "Uhm, by getting married." She finished.
"So why do you think Reddington turned himself in today? Why do you think he wants to talk only with you?"
"I don't know sir. It's not a special day at all, no birthday, anniversary." She considered the next part of his question. "I'm sure it's because of how young I am, he assumes he can take advantage of my youth and inexperience."
"And?"
"And, if that's the reason, he obviously does not know me very well at all." She said coolly. Which must've been the right thing to say because she was later being escorted to a control room with Cooper and Donnie behind her where she could see the man of the hour sitting in a holding box.
She was being briefed on Reddington's history with the Navy and everything else about the case with Ramani when someone interjected, "Agent Scott there is one more thing you should know." This came from Donnie and Liz turned to him.
"I've been running lead on Reddington's case for 3 years." Liz stopped. Could this be why he wanted to talk to her? Did he know that Don was lead of his case, did he know Don and Liz were together and was using her for him. "No one thought to say that before?" She questioned incredulously to him and Copper. To her that information answered all the questions as to why he wanted her.
Copper was the one to speak. "Are you saying that Reddington could be using you because of your involvement with Agent Ressler?"
"It makes sense." Liz shrugged. "I'll know more after talking with him I guess." She looked to them then nodded to the guard who opened the door for her. She ascended the stairs and jumped slightly as the box surrounding Reddington began to beep loudly as it opened.
His eyes peeked open and he saw her approaching him, a smirk began to play on his lips.
"Agent Scott, what a pleasure." He smiled.
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