Between Fate and Fear.

Part two.

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"Sorry about the room, unfortunately, the guest room was taken," Solomon told her. Liz was listening, but only partially. The memories from the day before, or a week before depending on how long she had been here, were all coming back to her.

"Tom," Liz said, looking around, a small part of her hoping he would be with her. As the memories came back she remembered the car, the gunshot, and then Solomon's men.

"Where's Tom?" She asked, her voice breaking at the realisation that she may never see her husband again. It was a quick realisation, the sight of Solomon bringing back all the memories that her brain had tried to push down the first time she'd woken up in the darkness.

"I can't answer that." He said with a small, apologetic smile, which looked so out of place on the face of a criminal.

There was a moment of silence. Liz let her head fall back against the wall, her mind willing her to think about getting out of this place, but her heart was too focused on Tom. Her thoughts began to spiral. Would her baby really grow up without a father? Would she even have a baby by the time this was over? The more she thought the more erratic her breathing became.

"Agent Keen, you really need to calm down if you want that little one of yours to be okay." Solomon's voice grew louder as he got closer, and Liz did think he would hurt her but instead, he only touched her shoulder, smiling again.

"What do you want? Because whatever it is, I can't give it to you from in here." She said, hoping to get a reaction at the least. She knew he needed a reason. He needed a reason to keep her here, and while she assumed that it was Reddington, she needed to hear him say it. Once he'd said it, once he admitted that she was a go-between she could try and talk to him.

"We'll get to that later. But, you shouldn't worry, you are no use to me if you're dead." Liz didn't see that as reassuring, but she took it. Maybe she wouldn't be dead, but right now she had no idea where she was or what time it was. Hell, she could have been out for a week and she had no idea.

"My baby…" Liz began.

"Will be fine, Agent Keen. Like I said, you are no use to me if you're dead. So, you and your child will be fine. Now, I think I can trust you, so why don't I untie your wrists to make you a little more comfortable, and for my kindness, you can tell me everything I want to know," Solomon said but Elizabeth shook her head.

"I don't know anything,"

"Oh, I think you do, Agent Keen."


Elizabeth rolled her wrists again, hoping that in time the rope burns would fade over time, but despite the pain, she was just happy to be able to move a little more. She moved further against the wall, hoping the brickwork would support her back so she wasn't in so much pain.

"Why don't we start again, Agent?" Solomon said. He had been watching her, which made Liz uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything. He was sat in a chair opposite her, blocking some of the natural light that was coming from the doorway, his expression was set but Liz was having a hard time reading it.

She knew she wasn't at her best. Her back was sore, her abdomen was swollen and as much as she enjoyed the feeling of her unborn child kicking, she would have liked it a little more if it wasn't constantly aimed at her ribs. On a good day, she would have been able to talk him down, but she was exhausted, if the pregnancy didn't take it out of her, planning a last-minute wedding certainly did, and that was before she had to make a run for it.

"I don't know where Reddington is. I never know where he is, I call him one minute and he's in D.C, I call him an hour later and he's on a jet heading to Cuba." Liz explained, she knew it wouldn't be enough, but this time she wasn't lying, she rarely knew where Red was at any given moment. The only time she was sure of that was when he was in F.B.I custody.

"Do you think he will be looking for you? Surely, the two of you are close, he must care about the wellbeing of you and your unborn child?"

Elizabeth wanted to laugh, she wanted to believe Red cared, but after the gun show at the church, she really didn't know. She assumed a part of him cared, he seemed to set on protecting her, but if he wanted to protect her, he wouldn't have put her in harm's way.

"The bag I had with me at the church, it has a cell phone in it. That's what I use to call him." Liz said after a moment, her intention had been to stay quiet, but she knew the pain in her back wasn't just from sitting down, and if there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she would not give birth to her first child in a basement.

"I'll have someone come down to make you more comfortable. I won't kill you Agent Keen, and I will try not to hurt you, but I hear delivering a child can be painful without drugs. So, let's just hope Reddington will do as I ask."

She wanted to fight back but she couldn't. At least he wouldn't harm her, but for the first time in a long time, she could agree with him. Labour and delivery without medical help would hurt, and what happened after that could be even worse.

She didn't know of many babies born in basements that had survived.

"Hold on, baby, we're gonna get out of here." Her voice was barely a whisper.


Thank you for taking the time to read. Part three should be up soon. Reviews mean everything. Bethany.