AN: I know that's hard to imagine Red doing that, but... :P

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Several days have passed since the last time Red and Liz met that night. Once again, he disappeared without a trace, making him impossible to find. However, there was another person that Liz couldn't find.

Did they run away together? It can't be...

Suddenly she felt her chest tight, momentarily hindering Liz's breathing. Inside, she wanted to believe that Red wouldn't be able to leave her alone, because he told her that she would always have him. There was a lot of unanswered questions and only they could lead her to the truth.

During all these days of absence of Red, Liz sat at her desk, revising the processes about Red, Naomi and Berlin, hoping to find something that had escaped her earlier. The Post Office was in stand-by until they received the information about the next blacklister and only Red could provide that information.

Around 6 pm, Liz was preparing to return home, as usual. However, she was interrupted by her cellphone. She looked at the screen.

Stupid man! What does he want?

Her hands began to sweat and tremble as she tried to hold on to the phone and decided if she should read the message or not. After a deep breath as an act of courage, she opened it.

Nick's Pizza: Meet me at the Safe House at 9 PM. R.

Meet me? Really? He disappears for all of these days and now wants to talk to me. Only in your dreams Reddington!

Liz: No!

Red didn't respond, didn't even try to convince her otherwise, which made Liz leave the Post Office very disappointed.

She didn't want to go home. Despite the weather being gray, Liz felt the need to clear her mind, so she drove up to the small park along the river. She sat on a bench that she had shared with Red and in a moment she was lost in thought about the last night they met. She remembered him sitting in his luxurious armchair, with his erect member in his hands and little moans coming out of his mouth. What at first seemed to be a moment of bad disposition was after all a moment of pleasure. Liz shivered, feeling the growing warmth and moisture between her legs. Her cheeks were flushed.

Why was he masturbating? He doesn't seem have any problem hiring someone to meet his needs.

A drop of rain touched her face and suddenly it was no longer a drop, but a big rainstorm. Liz got up and ran as quickly as possible in an attempt to reach her car, however, half way her clothes were already soaked. The purpose of escaping from the rain had failed, so she let herself stand looking to the dark sky and feeling all the water fall on her face rhythmically. In that moment, she realized that she couldn't escape. Couldn't avoid. All of this could be irritating but her life was intertwined with his. Only a conversation would give her a chance to say everything that she felt, trying to get rid of the clutter in her head and the clutch in her heart.

Night had already fallen when Liz returned to her car. The luminous clock pointed 8:30 pm, which told her that if she wanted to be on time, she couldn't go home to change clothes. She conducted directly to the Safe House.

She knocked on the door two minutes before nine, waiting a bit before Dembe opened it.

"Agent Keen."

"Good evening, Dembe."

"Follow me, please. Raymond is waiting for you. "

How did he know I was coming? Damn it. I'm so predictable.

Liz followed Dembe without uttering a word, hearing only the sound of her wet clothes. And behold, they stood in front of the long hallway.

Not again. No, not that door...

Her anxiety was increasing, leading her heart to beat faster and faster in her chest. For a brief moment, she felt she wasn't able to re-enter that small room. Her legs almost refused to cooperate, but Liz knew that it wasn't the time to go back.

Dembe indicated her to enter and she was welcomed with open arms by the cozy warmth of the fireplace. Her clothes were still wet. Red stood watching the flames formed by fire, apparently lost in his thoughts..

"Raymond." Dembe's voice broke the silence of the room.

Red turned, nodding to Dembe. Then glanced at Liz, studying her for a long second, asking himself why was she all wet. Honestly he didn't expect her to come, not after what happened and the answer that she gave to him. But internally, he was happy for her presence.

"Dembe please find some dry clothes for Liz." Dembe nodded and withdrew.

"I'm fine." Her voice was weak and didn't convince Red, leading him to face the flames again.

"You told me to meet you here. What do you want, Reddington?" Liz broke the silence after a few minutes using a dry and harsh tone.

"Elizabeth, don't talk to me like that." Red was upset, Liz confirmed that when he turned to see her. "Don't you think that we need to talk?"

"Well, I'm here. You can start. "Liz adopted a defensive posture, crossing her arms around herself.

Red sighed deeply, trying to compose himself before he started talking. He showed her a couch to sit and he sat in his armchair.

"To begin, before you come into my house without us having pre-arranged a meeting, knock at the door. It was really embarrassing what happened here the last time we met. I have my privacy and would like continue to have it. "

"Oh yeah, like you respect mine!" Liz threw furiously.

"Elizabeth! Don't be insolent. "

"And you don't be cynical, Red. How many times did you get into my house uninvited? Without knocking? Even now I'm constantly changing hotels, I'm sure that you see every place where I step. "

Red stood up furiously from the couch, giving her an implacable gaze.

"Elizabeth, I warned you. I don't like that you to talk to me like that. I never invade your privacy that way. I have my needs, I'm not made of iron. "

Oh, but what I saw looked like iron. Oh it really seemed made of that. Gain some sense, Elizabeth Keen!

Liz looked away into the fire that was burning in the fireplace vividly. Were they really having this conversation? The silence returned.

"Lizzie?"

"Don't call me that."

"Sweetheart?"

"It's always the same story, Red. I'm sick of it, absolutely sick. You enter into my life when you want, you disappear when you feel like it. Since you entered my life you've only sowed confusion! For months I lived in the dark, now I'm always alone, always with fear, always suspicious of everything and everybody. And it's your fault! On a day that I was determined to seek some answers with you to have some peace, you were here m... m..." Liz was already standing and rising her voice as she spoke, cheeks flushed with anger that she felt and staring at Red.

However, she hadn't time to finish her sentence, because Red talked over her.

"You think you're the only one that suffers, Elizabeth? That everything bad that happens in your life is my fault? Do you like to see yourself in that role of poor Elizabeth? Have you ever stopped to think how my life should be? You must think that I've enjoyed ruining your life. Grow up, Elizabeth!"

""Are you calling me kid? You gotta to be kidding me!"

Oh, now he was furious. They were so close now while they were fighting for the dominance of the conversation.

Why am I excited to see him angry with me? I love his dilated pupils, rapid breathing, and tense body. Oh Reddington, I'll show you if I'm a kid or not!

Liz chuckled with her thoughts as she pinned him up against the wall for an urgent and passionate kiss. Red responded deepening the kiss, wrapping his hands around her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel his instant arousal swelling in his trousers, almost making her lose control. Pushing both hands firmly against his chest she freed herself, leaving him panting and desperate for more.

She shook her head.

Tbc

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