A/N: This is not very Red/Lizzie fluffy, but the idea wouldn't go away. Hope you enjoy anyway.
It had been a good session; she had vented some of her grief about Red being hurt, talked about the stress of having to work without him. She was feeling lighter now, with some of that weight off her chest. The therapist's next question takes her by surprise though.
"You've always discussed Red, as you call him, as an adversary. Sometimes almost an enemy. You know he is holding back information from you. And nothing you seem to say will convince him to reveal it. But in the last few sessions, you seem almost fond of him. As though being injured brought him down to your level, a mere mortal. Would you say that your feelings about Red, and about his presence in your life, have changed somewhat?"
Lizzie's mind reels. Pinwheels over what she's told the doctor over the last weeks. She doesn't like it, but she makes herself stop and consider it. To consider how she really feels about the man who has torn her life apart since he appeared like an archangel of Death. She thinks part of her was intrigued and captivated by him, charm and violence living harmoniously in the same being. She told herself he was just an interesting study of a criminal mind. She knew that was a lie. She had told him once that she cared about him, but the second he failed to give her what she demanded, she turned on him like a rabid dog. Not exactly the behavior of a balanced human psyche.
"I don't know if they've changed but maybe I've grown up enough to accept them for what they are. Not what I've told myself they should be. Not what I want them to be, to make myself more comfortable. I was drawn to him from the beginning, and despite reality collapsing around me, I am still drawn to him."
"So would you consider Reddington attractive Liz?"
Lizzie has a brief debate, she hasn't been seeing this therapist very long, but she liked her. Here, at least, no one would be judging what she said or how she said it.
"I don't know that attractive is the word I would use. Magnetic, perhaps. He can be in a room with a handful of men, most of whom are taller and younger; but he is all I can see. It's not just the three piece suits or the fedora; it's this density of personality he has. I think of Reddington like a black hole. He has so much pull, so much gravity, that nothing can escape it."
"Not even you?"
"Especially not me."
And there was the truth, Lizzie mused. She had been caught in his event horizon since he came into her life. Crushed everything and tore it apart. But in the end, what was left was pure and untainted by any doubt or fear. She jogged down the steps from the therapist's office to her car. Red's safe house was less than fifteen minutes away, maybe it was time to let gravity do the work.