A/N: Alright, since the first chapter was the only thought that popped into my head, I've really had to think about where I want this story to go. Getting a few pretty good ideas with this scene and should have the next couple chapters up the next day or two. Trying to get all of my other writings formatted to upload to this site as well, so bear with me.

Hope you guys are okay with just a bunch of totally unrealistic awesome sexy time fluff.

Also, any suggestions and/or requests are welcome =)

Complete silence and calm covered the house and occupants. Elizabeth Keen lay on the floor of the sparse great room. Dembe had his hands on her stomach wound, while Ressler was wrapping his belt around her leg. Reddington was standing some feet away watching the newcomer.

The doctor put down her duffel bag. She had been waiting for this call. For ten years she had studied the illusive Raymond Reddington and was fascinated by his life and reputation. She suspected that he had people on his payroll like this. How else would a man be able to walk around for twenty some years and not be caught? He must have people he can call upon. Regular people going about their lives, but will run at the drop of a hat if needed. Rose wanted to be a part of that life.

The second Rose was alone with Reddington last summer, she pounced. He had come into the emergency room for a stab wound. He was under a fake name, but she recognized him. She didn't have many options, so she went with the most direct. He was most certainly a direct person anyway and she suspected he would appreciate it. When she was alone with him, just minutes before he was discharged from the hospital, she handed him her card.

"If you ever need anything, Mr. Reddington. Anything private, or in another location other than a public hospital. Call me. Please." She walked away then, leaving him to his own.

Reddington didn't take her offer very seriously. But he was curious when she used his real name. His guidelines for choosing personnel were strict and he was the one doing the choosing. He gave the card to Dembe to screen the doctor for a potential threat, and then destroy. Apparently Dembe had other plans.

"I think her heart just stopped," Dembe said. He moved to Keen's chest and listened. He shook his head, then went to her mouth, listening. "Yes, and she's not breathing. She's gone." Dembe sighed, sitting back on his heels.

"Fuck," Ressler whispered.

Reddington blinked slowly. What had he done? This was all on him.

Rose calmly dragged the duffel over the Keen and knelt down. She took out a stethoscope and listened to Keen's heart and chest.

"Start chest compressions. You," she grabbed Ressler's hands and put them on Keen's chest. "one, two, three, four, five, six, count until thirty. Count out loud." She pushed the man's hands down on Keen as she counted the first numbers. He kept going when she stopped, counting out loud. "You know CPR? Two breaths after thirty, open her airway, lift her neck up, like this…" Rose positioned Keens neck and head. When Ressler got to thirty, he breathed into Keen twice, and went back to compressions. He did not speak, and he did not stop.

"You sir, please don't move," she told Dembe. Dembe nodded and continued to press down on Keen's stomach.

A portable defibrillator was out of the duffel next.

"Alright," Rose said. "Everybody let go. Back away." The two men complied, and with that Rose unbuttoned Agent Keen's shirt to expose her chest. The defibrillator pads were placed on Keen, and everybody held their breath as they waited.

The machine's recorded voice echoed throughout the space. Keen's heart had started again. It was slow, but it was there. Her breathing started again too, labored and shallow.

"Sir? What's your name?" The doctor asked.

"What? Oh, uh.. Re-Ressler"

"Come up here by her. Hold her head in your lap." Ressler followed the woman's instruction. He sat cross legged and gently lifted Keen to his lap. Being raised slightly seemed to help her breathe, and he was grateful to be able to help.

Time seemed to stop during the next couple of hours. Rose was able to stop the bleeding from Keen's leg and shoulder easy enough, but the shot to her abdomen was much more complicated.

"That's all I have, I'm afraid," the doctor announced quietly as she pushed the little bit of pain meds she brought into a new IV and handed it back to Dembe, who was already holding a bag of blood.

She went back to work on Agent Keen's belly. Finding the bullet's path proved much more difficult than she had originally thought. " As soon as I find where it went dear, I can determine where you're bleeding from," Rose said quietly. She glanced up at the young woman's face. The woman didn't seem to hear her. Her eyes were looking up towards the young man with her. Her eyes were glazed, but she kept blinking, trying to focus on him.

"I don't mean to rush you, Doctor, but I don't think she's going to last," Reddington said from Keen's other side. He wasn't touching her, but wanted to be as close as he could. Her staying alive for this long gave him a spark of hope, but he didn't want to think about that, in case this ended badly.

He wouldn't have been able to hold her hand anyway. Keen's left shoulder was bandaged and her arm was bent towards her chest. Agent Ressler was gently gripping her wrist and hand, rhythmically stroking it with his thumb.

Keen's other hand was up and behind her, on Ressler's back. She would grip and release his suit jacket, pushing him forward towards her.

"Ressler?" Keen whispered. She was awake, but seemed disoriented. "Don. Help me."

"We are Liz. Just hold on."

"No, Don. Help me. I can't. This is…" Keen's hand migrated to his shoulder. His jacket was taught again him, and she couldn't grip it.

Ressler reached up and slipped his hand in hers before it had a chance to fall. He bent his face down to meet it, kissing her knuckles softly. He didn't know why he did that, but it felt like he needed to do it.

He lowered their hands down and continued to hold hers by his side. She slipped out of consciousness again. Her head and body moved gently, matching the doctors movements in her abdomen.

"I don't know what to do, Reddington. She is-"

"She is going to be fine, Donald," Reddington said in a calm voice. Their eyes met for a long moment. "You are going to be fine."

"No. I don't think I will," Ressler said. He knew he wouldn't be fine. No matter how this turned out.

Up until this moment the relationship between him and Agent Keen was strictly professional. Any feelings he might have had towards her had been severely beaten down into the most securely locked box he had. The man put everything in there. Anything with feeling went into that box. The only thing he didn't put in there was rage. He had realized years ago at the beginning of his FBI career that his natural rage helped him solve cases and steel himself from all the shit he saw every day. He had given up hopes for a normal life, family, kids, a wife.

'What had Keen profiled me as? A man fueled by an inner rage?' He smirked to himself. He had told her how wrong she was when she told him that. But it was true, and the hate he had for himself that she saw him stoked the fire within him.

The box had been raised closer to the surface with Audrey, but even she couldn't open it.

This woman, his partner, had been smashing that box open with a sledge hammer and she didn't even know it. The feelings he had for her had been growing exponentially the last several months, and there was no way to hid from it any longer. Not with her dying in his arms.

He would never be okay. If she died, that would be the end of him. If she lived, he'd still have to life without her.

"Well…shit," Ressler said. "Shit."