Hit

Ressler drove in a considerable speed. A very thick silence filled the FBI's SUV they rode. 'Keep calm and get it done fast.' He repeated it in his mind like a mantra.

"I envy you." He heard a voice beside him.

"Huh?"

"You and Reddington." Tom said.

Ressler swerved to the right, looking at the rearview mirror.

"What about him and me?" he asked without looking at him. His face looked grimmed.

"There are trust and care."

"Trust is earnt, Keen." He gritted his teeth. 'And I don't trust you.' He did not say. "And he cares about Liz." He added, looking at rearview mirror again, slowing down.

"Speaking of care, Liz worried about you." Tom put in mildly.

He felt irritated inwardly. 'Oh, please don't start that bullshit again.' But sarcastically, he responded, "Don't get so jealous. I'm not her soon-to-be-husband-again."

From the corner of his eyes he could see Tom Keen was spreading a sly smile then shaking his head.

"Seriously, why do you come late recently? You don't even get your hair gelled." Tom pushed him.

That statement made Ressler turned his head and glared at him with 'Are you kidding me?' look.

Tom laughed. "Liz told me. See, she cares."

Ressler looked back on the road ahead him without saying anything, gripped the wheel tighter.

He heard Tom sighed while he was looking at the mirror on his left door.

"Look, if this is because of me.."

Ressler cut it with his "Son of a b***ch!" remark.

And seconds later, a voice of shattered glass could be heard as their body were pushed to the front because another car had hit them from behind.

"Shit!"Tom cursed and looked at their back. "What the hell?"

"We've been long followed!" Ressler looked again in the mirror.

"Aram, can you hear us?" Tom spoke and drew his gun out.

"Gun!" Ressler shouted when he looked again at his rear-view. He pressed the gas pedal deeply, trying to get away while he heard the shooting contest between Tom and their tracker.

"Save your bullets, Keen!" He shouted.

"Just drive, I'm a good shooter!" Tom shouted back.

Ressler hit the brake, then gas, brake, gas again. The chase and the shooting kept continuing until suddenly Ressler hit the brake, this time really deep. Their car stopped.

"Are you crazy?" Tom shouted at him. But Ressler did not even looked at him. His eyes were straight ahead of him, his face full of anger. Tom looked at his direction. Another car blocked their way. A masked man come out from the car, carrying a long gun, threatened them, instructed them to come out from the car with his gun. From a far they could hear police alarms were coming closer.

"Keen!" The man shouted. "Get out!"

Ressler and Tom looked at each other. Shocked. Then in a split second Ressler suddenly knew what to do. "Trust me." He said to Tom before opening his door slowly and raised his hands. Tom followed him quickly, out, raising his hands too.

"Are you looking for me, Pal?" Ressler asked while moving closer, slowly, to the masked man.

"What the..." Tom said then realization hit him. He followed Ressler, moving closer. "No, I'm Keen, not him. Don't listen to him." He continued.

"Stop! Both of you! Don't move any closer!" The man shook his gun nervously.

Ressler felt a movement behind them. They had been surrounded. Three men in total against them. Two of them were carrying guns. One in front of them, two were behind them.

"Who the hell between you are Tom Keen?" The man in front of them repeated the question.

"I've said it already! I am Tom Keen! You can take me if you want, but leave my partner here!" Tom said desperately.

Ressler looked at Tom. His face was sad.

"Why do you do this, Ressler?" He asked.

Tom raised his eyebrows in anger. "No, I won't let you doing this!" Tom shouted to him. But Ressler looked straight at the eyes of the masked man, starting to beg. "Listen, you can take me, but leave my wife and kid behind, please..."

Tom pushed Ressler behind. "Ressler!" He protested. Ressler calmed him. "Please, take care of my wife and kid..."

"No, you won't do this! I won't let you!"

They had a sort of arguments, each of them acknowledged each self as Keen, until they both heard gun shot into the thin air from behind as a warning for them. As fast as the wind, Ressler drew his gun out, turned around, and fired at the man behind them who just fired his gun up to the air second ago. Tom, fast read the changing of situation, kicked the man in front of them. Ressler's bullet hit the second man down instantly, but the third man had already pulled his gun out. It happened so fast. Ressler lunged forward when the third man fired his gun, blocked Tom's body from the line of another bullet, and fired back. He could see the third man was down before his own back hit the ground.

There were so many sounds after that. Tom shouted his name. The police alarms were getting closer and louder.

Cold. Heavy eyelids.

"Hey, stay with me! Stay with me!" Tom's voice entered his mind.

'Why would he say that? Why is it so cold? Why is it silent? Where are the sounds?'

Blurry. Then faded to black.