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Here we are again! Chapter two coming out at ya. Thank you to everyone that took the time to review, follow and favorite. You guys rock. Enjoy.

SPOILERS!-Though minor in nature there are some spoilers within the whole of this story for the Blacklist (Seasons 1 and the beginning of season 2). Yes, I should have posted as much in chapter 1, but honestly it completely slipped my mind. I apologize.

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Chapter Two

Six months later…

"What do you mean you're going to turn yourself in to the F.B.I.?" Hermione asked, looking at him startled.

"It's time," he told her. "The list is made, all the players are in place, and it is time." He went over to her and took up her hands. Rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles, he said, "The doctors say I am in remission, but you and I know I'm cured." She nodded to this. "It will be good to see Lizzie. I've been worried about her." He smiled. "Given how closely I have her watched you'd think I'd be fine…"

"But reports and seeing as much in person are two different things," Hermione murmured, lifting his hands and kissing them both. "Understandable."

He nodded to this. "We won't be able to see as much of each other."

"No matter where you are, I will be by your side most every night. And the best part, no one will be the wiser about it. I'm a witch, Raymond. I say we take full advantage of that, don't you?"

Smiling he replied, "Agreed."

He stood up and pulled her to her feet, hugging her. "Liz is going to be starting her first official day with the F.B.I. in two months. That will give us enough time to set up the first of the safe houses, as well as any emergency contingencies we need." He studied her face. "How did Harry take it when you told him that you asked for an open ended sabbatical at the Ministry?"

"I told him about your illness and that I wanted to spend time with you that didn't involve you being sick." She smiled. "He understood, but he asked me what we were planning on doing for money while I wasn't working." She flushed. "I told him you were independently wealthy." This had Raymond laughing. "What he doesn't know, won't hurt him."

"Very true," he sighed. "Grey?!"

"Yes, sir?" the tall reed thin man asked as he entered the room.

"Is brunch ready?"

"Whenever you are, sir," he replied.

"Very good," he said, his attention turning back to his wife. "Let's eat and we can talk about my list."

"Does it have a name?" she inquired, as they made their way over to the "breakfast nook"—a nook that turned out to be bigger than most people's entire homes.

"A name?" He thought that over. "No."

"You really should put a name to it. It gives the list meaning and import," she told him. "Look at history, if you will. There are so many items, events, or collections over the ages that would have been forgotten if not for their names. The Amber Room would have been just another fancy palace chamber forgotten after it vanished during World War II if not for that name. And the Ark of the Covenant? Just another lost trunk."

"And the Ten Commandments therein just another list, I suppose?" he drawled. "Point made."

They entered the room and he pulled out the chair for her. Kissing her cheek, he went over to his place and sat down. "But what to name it?"

"What do they have in common other than you?" she asked him just as their food was brought over and placed in front of each of them.

Raymond said nothing as he ate, thinking over what she had asked him. It wasn't until they were both finished eating that he mentioned the list once again.

"How about the Blacklist?" he murmured. "They are a list of some of the darkest, most dangerous individuals I've ever made the acquaintance of."

"It's easy to recall, as well," she said. "They'll more than likely will make a connection to the blacklisting from days of yore."

"True," he replied.

"One of these days you must explain that whole business with the blacklisting of the supposed Communists. I can't comprehend it at all. But that's more to do with the fact that I don't think I've heard all of what was involved in what happened."

"I doubt anyone truly does know everything that happened back then," he murmured. "It started out as a small fire under a senator's ass and became an inferno that crossed the nation that eventually consumed itself. There is only one thing I am positive of when it comes to that business."

"And what is that?" she inquired.

"Thank God for Edward R. Murrow!"

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Two months later…

Hermione watched as they took Raymond away in chains. Everything in her wanted to rush over to him and free him from them and the men taking him away. But this was what he had wanted, dare she think it, even needed. Grey slipped up next to her, as they watched the man they knew taken away.

"This is what he had wanted," he reminded her.

"I know," she said hoarsely. "But there is a drive within me, Grey, something I am forcing myself to ignore at this moment."

Curious, he asked, "What would that be?"

She looked over to him and said, "I grew up an only child and if there is one thing on this planet that I grew accustomed to getting over the years that would be my own way in nearly every matter."

He nodded to this in understanding. The F.B.I. left and he murmured, "We should go, ma'am."

Nodding, she walked away with him to where Dembe was waiting for them in their car.

It wasn't until they were in the car that her phone started ringing. She answered it absently with a, "Yes?"

"Your husband was wanted by the Federal Bureau of Investigations?!" Harry exclaimed.

She was silent a moment before saying, "Call me back when you've learned volume control." And hung up on him. Turning to Grey, she told him, "I love Harry like a brother, but there are times, like now, that I wish he was born mute." She thought that over. "Or with an inability to go over a certain voice decibel level when upset."

Grey held back a small grin, but said nothing.

Hermione's phone rang again and she answered it, "Yes?"

"Your husband was wanted by the muggle authorities?" This came from Ginny even as Harry was yelling in the background.

"There's more going on here than you can even come to understand in a year of Sundays, Gin," she told her friend. "I'll be there within the next three days to explain what I can."

"Just tell me this," Ginny said. "He isn't wanted for killing all his other wives, is he?"

That actually gained her a chuckle. "No, he isn't."

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Hermione healed the wound to Red's neck, holding back her temper as she did so. Once he was completely healed, she put bandaging on his throat to make it look as if it were still injured.

She had held her tongue for this long, but no longer. "I know you love her." Hermione looked into his eyes. "And I know that you've risked your life for hers over the years. I would expect nothing less."

"But?" he drawled.

"That girl of yours needs a swat across that rock hard head of hers!" she snapped. "Nothing life threatening, but just something to get her with the program."

He was quiet for a time before he began chuckling to himself, pulling her into his arms. "I know, my love. That she does. But alas, she gets it from her father's side of the family."

Hugging him back, she breathed, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he sighed. "I have to tell you. That girl has a fine temper on her."

"Hmm, tempers such as hers…" she muttered. "Liz is too impetuous. She leads with her emotions and I can see that being a problem later on."

"As do I," he replied in a resigned voice. "But it's something I can work with."

"People work with dynamite as well, but I still wouldn't recommend playing with it," she replied.

He nodded to this, murmuring, "Let's start getting ready for bed."

Pulling back, she studied him a moment. "Brandy or whiskey?"

"Whiskey. You know how I like it."

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One year later…

"Dammit!" Liz came close to throwing her own laptop. She was getting nowhere in the search for her husband.

Husband, she thought. Was he ever really her husband? It had all be a part of this large game that she had been pulled into. Resigning herself to the truth that she wasn't going to be getting him on her own, she called the one person she knew would be able to find Tom Keen.

"Yes, Lizzie?" he breathed.

"Did I wake you?"

"Well, as odd as this might sound, it is three in the morning and even I need sleep," he told her and asked in a nearly resigned voice, "What do you want, Lizzie?"

"I can't find Tom."

He was silent for a moment before saying, "I'll call you back."

Looking at the cellphone in frustration, Liz didn't know to throw it or clutch at it in the hopes that he'd call back before the sun rose.

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Red looked at the phone deeply in thought, as Hermione snuggled up with him all the more.

"Who was it?" she sighed, still more asleep than awake.

"Liz," he answered. "She's asked for my help finding Tom."

Blinking awake, she murmured, "I know where he is."

"I know," he replied, his voice a bit hard as he said as much.

Lifting herself slightly up, she looked at his face as she said, "If you didn't want me involved in this, you shouldn't have had me and my team tracking him."

"I know that as well," he said, this time sounding resigned. "Berlin is too close. If I introduce you to Liz, he is going to hunt down anything he can on you."

"And he'll find out everything that the F.B.I. will when they investigate me," she said. "I put up an iron wall and it's going to take more than connections and the internet to find out anything about me." His eyes went to hers and found that she was staring at him in earnest. "And they will investigate me. Liz will more than likely do so on her own. She's not a fool, Raymond. That paired with her stubborn nature will have her digging for any little bit of information on me and my connection to you."

"In other words, I should be more concerned about Liz?"

"Slightly," she admitted. "Berlin is dangerous, but Liz…" She paused. "Her world is being tossed about and turned on its head. Everything and everyone she thought she could count on is but an illusion."

"None of it was real," he muttered flatly.

"I know that and something tells me that she knows it too," she told him. "What it comes down to is this—no one likes an alarm clock."

"I take it that I'm the alarm clock in this?" he asked her to which she nodded.

"She didn't like being awoken to the fact that her world wasn't what she wanted it to be," she told him.

He gave a reluctant nod to this.

"You don't like the part you had to play in shaking up her world?" He looked over to her. "You knew it was going to happen."

"I did."

"You want her safe and happy," she told him. "You always have. The best you can do is accept your place as the alarm clock." His eyes shot over to her to see that she had a teasing smile on her face.

"Minx," he said laughing.

Moving towards him and wrapping her arms around him, she purred seductively, "You certainly woke me up."

"Then I must take advantage of this," he growled playfully and captured his wife's mouth with his own.

TBC…

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And that's chapter two! How are you liking it? Please review to let me know what you think, how you like it, and what you think might be coming. Thanks and have a ridiculously excellent day!