So I don't think I explained this story well. This is mostly going to explore Liz's childhood, her relationship with Tom, and how she came to be Agent Keen, FBI profiler turned Raymond Reddington's side kick. It's going to mostly have flashbacks while still keeping it in present time of how the story line goes. Will also have more of Liz's feelings on how things progress with the Blacklist, Tom, Reddington, and Ressler. Takes place after the pilot, other than that you will have to read to find out. I know some may not like the idea of Tom and Liz, but that's how this story is starting, it doesn't mean it will stay that way or that it will all be fluff. I'm open to suggestions so please give them to keep me motivated! I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I still do not own any part of the Blacklist. Jon Bokenkamp how do you do it? Purely awesome.

Elizabeth watched as Reddington walked leisurely around the war room explaining the newest Blacklister to them. She was trying her hardest to pay attention, but her mind continued to drift to the past 2 weeks events.

Reddington had turned himself in and sought her out as his telephone to the FBI. She was his translator of sorts, almost all communication went through her, and it was a much harder job then what she believed she got credit for. Dealing with Raymond Reddington's quick wit, and taunts about her life was much harder than she had anticipated it would be when he had first turned himself in. He took every chance he got to point it out to her that he knew her life. For the most part she just ignored him, but it was proving to be difficult to keep her strong stoic face on when it came to him.

In the past two weeks they had caught 3 Blacklisters with Reddington basically running the show and Elizabeth working the sidelines and being the mediator. Her mind kept going back to the first day with Reddington, when they had caught Zamani, when she first got thrown into this mess. When her husband was stabbed, when she found the box, the blood, her Tom's lifeless body in her arms, all the machines he was hooked up to in the hospital, the machines he was still hooked up too, still fighting for his life...

She was knocked out of her little day dream about her mess of a life and Reddington when the devil himself stopped his walking around the room and stood right in front of her.

"Is that alright with you Agent Keen?" He was asking her a question, she knew she should have been paying attention. She looked around the room trying to get a hint of what might have been being said, but the only faces staring back at her were the expectant one's of Harold Cooper and Agent Resseler. Dammit she thought. If she asked him what he was talking about she would look ridiculous and of course get disapproving looks from Cooper from her apparent lack of interest in the case.

"Yeah, um, I guess that is fine." It came out as more of a question than a statement and she saw a grin rise to Reddington's features.

"Great, this will be so much fun Lizzie." He clapped and began to crap his coat and hat from Dembe who was lurking in the corner. "I'll have Dembe pick you up around 7." And with that he was out the door.

What had she gotten herself into...

Elizabeth sat in the chair she had occupied almost ever second she was free from the Post Office and hunting for criminals with the FBI's most wanted.

Most days she just sat there, staring at Tom, other days she talked about her day, about their past together, and the future she so hoped they could still get to have. She talked about the adoption and the video she had found in Tom's pants a couple nights after the incident.

And a lot of the time she cried. She begged Tom to wake up, to squeeze her hand, tell her everything would be OK. She pleaded with him, and she looked up and pleaded with God to help her, to save Tom, to let everything be OK in her life for once.

It was a rare moment of weakness for her. One that she would never let anyone else know about. She had done an outstanding job hiding how broken she truly was over Tom's condition to everyone else at the Post Office. Red asked how she was, how Tom was every once in a while, but she always side stepped the question. Copper asked once a day, but that was only because even though Zamani was gone, he still needed Liz to get a statement from him. Ressler looked at her every once in awhile. Mostly on a harder case, he hovered. She hated it, but a small part of her appreciated his caring attitude that he very rarely let shine through.

For the most part Tom's wounds from the night had healed, but the medically induced coma they had put him in had yet to fade. The doctors just told her to be patient. His brain was still function and he had no signs of organ failure, he just wasn't ready to wake up yet. It did nothing to calm her nerves. She continued to worry about him.

He went in for surgery three times after the night of the attack. The first emergency surgery did not go well and he was brought in the next day for another surgery on his wound to the abdomen. The wound punctured his kidney and broke a rib. The next surgery was on his leg. The emergency surgery went well and for the first two days post surgery healing looked good. Then his wound became infected and their was talk of amputation, Liz did everything she could to convince the doctors not to, and they took every course of action to save his leg, and eventually the infection went away and he began to heal properly. It was a weight lifted off Liz's shoulders, but the fact that he wouldn't wake was killing her.

She blamed herself the past two weeks. She hoped Tom would forgive her for inviting this craziness into their usually simple lives. She knew in her heart he would, but without the words leaving his mouth, she was starting to wonder.

She usually spent most nights with her husband in a cot the nurses had brought up for her and named her cot. She would sleep holding his hand hoping that she would be awaken by him squeezing it, but that had yet to happen. She would wake around 4 in the morning and go home to get ready for work. It made for long days, but she was dealing. She wanted to be their when her husband opened his eyes, and she would do everything in her power to be there with him.

She had to bite back tears that she wouldn't be with him tonight. It was nearing 4pm and soon she would need to leave to pack up for her night of undercover work with Reddington. Liz wasn't really sure if she was crying more for the fact of her life that was in shambles, the fact that she wouldn't be with her husband for the night, or just out of pure frustration with Reddington.

After he had left Ressler and Cooper had given her the file of her undercover life, she listened to what they said and read through her file, she stopped and stared at them after reading the first paragraph.

She would be posing as Reddington's daughter. Lillian Marie Reddington.

The thought sent shivers down her spine. They would be posing in a restaurant to where one of Reddingtons clients was suppose to be showing up too. To say she was not excited would be an understatement.

She knew Reddington had somehow worked this up. To trap her with him for a few hours at least.

She also knew that she would just have to play along. Play the part of the dutiful daughter, out to eat with her father, the criminal. How lovely.

She looked at her watch one last time. 5pm.

She stood and placed a loving kiss to Tom's temple. "I love you. I'll be back tomorrow, i promise. Don't try and tricky business on me mister." She whispered it so softly, but she knew he had to of heard every word. He had too. She smiled and walked to the door. Turning one last time to look at her husband. She turned on her heals and walked to her car.

Elizabeth sat there for a moment and took a few deep breaths before turning the key and driving home to pack her bags and prepare herself for a night undercover with the devil.

She just hoped this would go down without any major set backs. She wanted spend as little amount of time alone with Raymond Reddington as possible, and posing as his daughter was not something she was overly joyed about.

She packed her bags and as 7pm rolled around she heard a honk outside.

Here goes nothing she thought as she walked outside, bag in tow. She locked her front door and turned to see Dembe walking up to grab her bag and Reddington standing outside the black car with his signature suit and glasses. Why he needed glasses at 7pm she had no idea, but didn't question it.

She walked straight past him and ducked into the car without so much as a second glance into his direction. He laughed at her actions obviously amused.

"Oh this shall be fun." Reddingtons words echoed her earlier thoughts.

Well there is chapter 2. It is mostly a filler, but will lead into much more.

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