It had been about three days since Liz and Donald's fight, it had been weird between them ever since. Liz came to work before Donald that morning to work on their new case, Luther Braxton, she came about one paragraph through the bland description that Red had given her until she heard she elevator door open. Donald Ressler came out with a messenger bag, files and two coffee's. He came into their office, dumped all of his stuff on his chair and slid her the extra coffee he had. "Here, you always look exhausted and you never get coffee." He looked up with a bright smile, Liz lifted her head up and looking deep into his eyes and felt a smile emerging on her face. She let out a small laugh, then returned to reading the file. She found it hard to concentrate on the boring summary because she knew that the fight they had affected their relationship. She slowly put her head up and closed the folder. She stares right at Ressler who was pulling and untangling all of his computer cords. "Donald, I'm sorry about the fight we had, it was my fault and I should have been thanking you instead of getting angry." He looked up with a thoughtful smile. "Liz, I think we've reached the point where we aren't just co-workers anymore I think of us as friends. And that's what friends do for each other." He went back to yanking the cords out of his bag, Liz reaches for the coffee and stares at Ressler. The same question emerged in her mind again, what if?
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That whole day at work was exhausting for both Liz and Donald. Liz was packing her stuff into her small backpack she used for work when Ressler came in. "Finally, you're leaving" He said in a good way, like he wanted Liz to go home and relax. She looked up and chuckled then went back to shoving files into the small bag. "Can I ask you something?" He said while looking through the stuffed file cabinet. "What?" She said in a confused voice while she totally lost interest in her bag. "You get to work early and you stay late. I did that when Audrey died, I needed something to keep my mind busy. You do know Keen, you can get someone to help with what's going on." She let out a small laugh as she whipped the bag around her shoulder. "Everyone in this damn place thinks I need help." She said in a voice that was filled with annoyance. Ressler looked at her with a concerned face. She let out a sigh as they look at each other straight in the eyes. She dropped her bag on the chair again as tears began to build up in her eyes, Ressler turned and closed the heavy door. Liz was now sobbing into her hands, Donald gives her a warm hug and rests his head on her soft brown hair that was up in a pony tail. Her voice was unsteady but she managed to get the words out, "I saw him yesterday." She looked up at Donald while trying to wipe away all of her tears. His face was filled with shock and he was lost for words. "Liz, what the hell was he doing. Was he watching you or did you just like see him walking down the road?" Donald softly grasped her elbows while looking down at her devastated face. "I think he was watching me. I don't know he saw me I saw him." She wiped off her face and turned to grab her bag from the chair. Donald softly let go of her but didn't know what to say, he just stood there in shock. She weakly picked up the heavy bag and started to head for the door until Donald stopped her with a tight grasp on her shoulder. Without any thought he glanced up at her. "If you need help you can always call." He let out a little grin, "Ill think about it" she turned and said with a small smile. He heard her walk into the elevator as the sound of the garage doors followed.
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When the elevator doors opened to the parade she walked out nervously with her stuffed bag, she felt something was different. Not a good different but she felt as if she were being followed, she walked over to stall number eight, her usual parking spot and froze in her tracks, her car was gone. She looked down at her keys and pressed the panic button a few times, she heard nothing. She turned, trying to look for someone who could possibly know who took her car, the guards were gone when they shouldn't have been, she began to worry even more. The only people left in the post office were Donald and Aram, she knew because their cars were still there. Panic started to take over her mind, she turned and started to run to the elevator, she stepped inside and pushed the button franticly, the doors slowly closed as Liz thought, the person who possibly did this came to her mind, Tom Keen.