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I wanted this to be a oneshot but I felt like it needed a second chapter to show Red's feelings about what Liz has done.

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xxxxx crisis ch. 2:

It was Sunday morning and when Liz woke up, she hoped Red wasn't angry at her anymore for the abortion of her child last week. It had been hard for her to tell him everything she had done and she didn't really know why he reacted so calm yesterday night, it wasn't like him to be so flippant about something like this. She had expected him to yell at her or at least to lose his temper for once, but no, he had stayed calm and told her he loved her unconditionally.

Liz was sure that Red loved her without exceptions, but she also knew that he could be dangerous when he lost control. He had never done this I front of her, but she could imagine how a furious Red could be like. He had told her he was in fact angry but it wouldn't matter, so today, she hoped everything would be alright again.

When she woke up, he wasn't there. His side of the bed was cold, as if he hadn't slept there at all. She remembered him kissing her last night, holding her tight until she was asleep and telling her that she's going to be ok. She got up and went downstairs into the kitchen, hoping she would find him there and could talk to him. She wore Red's dark blue Navy t-shirt, which was way too big for her, but she liked to wear it because it smelled like him. He was sitting at the table, drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

"Good morning." she said.

No reaction. It seemed like he would do the same to her that she had done last week; not talking, being cold and distant. He didn't even look up from the newspaper.

"Red, please, look at me. I'm sorry. I know I should have told you, should have asked you what you wanted me to do. But...I was so scared. And I felt guilty and...God, please just talk to me."

Red acted like he hadn't heard her, turned the page and sipped his tea.

Ten minutes later, nothing had changed, Liz kept apologizing and begging him to talk or look at her and Red was almost done with the newspaper.

"Red, come on, I'm sorry! Would you please just say something?" she almost cried. It was hard to stay calm, on the one hand, she was trying everything to make him answer her, and on the other, she was quite happy that he hadn't exploded yet.

He sipped his tea. Liz's patience was running thin, she wanted a reaction, any reaction, so she knocked the teacup out of his hands and threw it on the floor. Then she stared at him without saying anything. Red looked up, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. His hands clenched to fists and he glared at her, but trying to calm himself down by breathing slowly in and out.

She couldn't hold his intense gaze and looked aside. Red stood up and walked towards her, she took a step back whenever he took one towards her, until she stood with her back against the wall.

This time, it didn't feel good to be so close to him, they didn't touch, he once again had forced her to go into whatever direction he wanted with his body. His arms were next to her head and his palms rested on the wall. She saw his muscles because of the thin, white shirt he was wearing and she didn't dare to fight. He could easily bring his strong arms to her wrists and press her against the wall. Although she was a trained FBI agent and a good fighter, she knew he was stronger, no matter what she did to struggle against him. It felt weird to be so vulnerable and helpless without wanting it. She felt the urge to stroke her scar, but didn't do it because Red would notice it. She could tell he was insanely angry but could control himself pretty good. However, he was able to scare her with only his body language.

There was a strand of hair hanging in front of her left eye, but neither of them made an attempt to put it behind her ear, Liz felt like if she would move or say anything, he would lose his temper, so she just breathed heavily, trying to hold his gaze. After a while, Red put the strand of hair behind her ear slowly. She had expected him to do this carelessly, but it was more tender than she could have imagined. She wanted to go, but his arms seemed like a cage around her from which she couldn't escape. When his one hand touched her hair, she moved slightly to the side so that she wasn't right in front of him anymore, but as soon as he was done with her hair, he put two fingers under her chin, tilted her head back and then cupped her jaw. She moved back and he brought his hand back to the wall. The urge to stroke her scar grew from minute to minute and when she couldn't resist anymore, she slowly brought her hand to the other wrist as slowly as possible and stroked it, praying that Red hadn't seen it, because they were still staring at each other. Faster than she thought he had her wrists pinned uncomfortably against the cold wall, it hurt. He could do her a favor and rub his thumb over the scar for her, but of course he didn't. He just held her wrists tight, it was like an itch you can't reach although you want nothing more than scratch yourself there. Liz had never felt so uncomfortable.

"Red, we can talk about it, but please, just let me go!" she begged, still not crying, she was proud of herself for not being too weak.

He pressed his body against hers so that her back was rubbing against the cold wall. Actually, it wasn't cold anymore, she was sweating and her back was completely wet, although she was only wearing panties and his t-shirt. She wanted to break free, but he put his whole weight on her so that she was unable to move at all.

"You want me to talk to you? To listen to you? To look at you? To forgive you?"

Liz nodded. "Hmhm."

"I begged you to tell me what's going on for a week, a whole, damn week, Elisabeth."

Oh no, everytime he calls me Elisabeth, it feels like a slap. And my fucking scar is itching all the time, damn it, I want to get out of here!

"Last night you told me you would only be angry if we would lead a different life." she said quietly, not looking at him.

"Last night you needed someone to comfort you, to hold you and to calm you down. Right now you need someone to tell you off and to let you know that if you ever again make a decision like this without asking me first you will regret it." Red said in his most dangerous low voice.

"Oh yeah? Why regret it? What would you do?" Liz told herself not to be afraid, but failed.

"Don't push me. And don't you dare to cry now, you can't make me forgive you by playing the weak, scared Lizzie who's oh so sorry and expects forgiveness so soon."

But Liz was crying, she was whimpering because of the pain in her back and her arms, because of the itching scar, because he had never been so cold to her and because she was in fact seriously sorry. One last time, she tried to break free and put her weight against him and his hands on her wrists, without success.

"Doesn't feel so good to be at my mercy when you don't want it, does it?" he asked coldly.

She didn't react, just stared at his green eyes.

"Elisabeth, I asked you a question."

"No, it doesn't" she replied as quiet as possible.

"What was that, Elisabeth?"

God...could you please stop calling me that? "No, it doesn't feel good. Let me go!" she answered louder.

Red chuckled coldly, it was almost scary. He pressed his lips to her ear, so that her cheek was pushed against the wall. "No? It doesn't? You don't like to be pressed against the wall by me when you're only wearing a t-shirt and panties? I always thought you liked this dangerous, violent side of me. I do remember you begging me to restrain you and be at my mercy without a chance to fight. I know what you like, Elisabeth. You like this humiliation, this danger and this feeling of being helpless. So why are you struggling against my grip now? ...Ohhh, now I get it. Because I'm not kissing you. Well, you rejected me one week without telling me why. I bet what I'm doing to you right now seems far worse to you, doesn't it?"

"Yes..." she breathed quickly, fighting against the ache between her legs and the unbearable itch on her scar. She knew what he was doing and she was trying everything to keep her body from reacting.

"Good girl. Now where was I? Ah, I remember. What I said last night about loving you unconditionally is true. I love you, no matter what you do. But I still am disappointed that you didn't tell me that you were pregnant. What you did after that was the right decision. I am not saying it was good, because it definitely wasn't, but in our situation and in the life we lead, it was the only reasonable decision."

"So why are you doing this to me? You could have told me that without hurting my back and scaring the hell out of me. And my scar..."

"Yes? What about your scar?"

Oh no, I shouldn't have said anything...when I tell him that I can't bear the itch he will only make it worse. "Uhh, nothing about it, it's fine, Red."

"You're such a bad liar, Elisabeth. It's itching, isn't it? I can tell by the way you try to wiggle it in my hand to scratch it at the wall. And now you want me to do something about it, don't you?"

Liz, blushed, closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, but nodded. Of course, Red only made it worse, just like she had thought. He stroked it lightly with his thumb and then tickled her palm with his index finger, so that she clenched her hand around his finger. After a while, she unclenched her fist and he stroked it again. When she closed her hand again, he grinned at her.

"Oh, what's that? A weakness?"

She nodded, desperately trying to bear his soft touch on her scar.

"Well, I can use that against you on a later occasion. For now, I want you to know that if there might ever be an important situation for both of us, you have to tell me about it. I will not accept any exceptions, did I make myself clear, Elisabeth?" he whispered in her ear.

It drove her mad that he didn't call her Lizzie anymore. She used to hate it in the beginning, when they got to know each other, but by now, she hated it when he called her Elisabeth.

"Yes, you did."

"Well then, one last question, Elisabeth."

He was pissing he off intentionally, he knew that she hated it.

"Will you stop calling me that?!" Liz almost screamed.

"Stop calling you what?" Red grinned at her, sensing her impatience.

"You know what I mean."

"Do I? Tell me."

"Elisabeth." she hissed.

"You want me to call you Lizzie again?"

"Yes!"

"Yes, please." he corrected.

"Yes, please!" Oh, this damn jackass is driving me insane...

"Good girl. But no. Not in the next few days, Elisabeth. So, back to my last question. What the hell were you thinking not to tell me about your pregnancy?" he growled.

She sighed, refusing to answer and looking aside again. Red took both her wrists in one hand and held them tightly above hr head.

"Answer me, Elisabeth."

She whimpered, shaking her head.

"I said answer me." Red ordered and forced her to look at him again. She felt exposed with his fingers under her chin, but there was no way out, he didn't let her escape.

"I...I didn't tell you because I thought you were angry with me that I forgot my pill one time. I swear, Red, it was one time! And...when I found out about it, I was shocked, desperate and felt guilty. I wanted to keep the child at first, but then I thought about our...um, well, lifestyle, you know?"

He raised an arrogant eyebrow at her.

"Well, a relationship between a criminal and a cop is wrong, just wrong and we both know that. So if we had a child we would, as you said last night, have gone to prison! What would have happened to the child? We can't be parents. You and me...we have to stay together because I love you so, so much. But we can't raise a child." Liz sobbed.

"You're right."

"Wh...what?"

"I said you are right. That's exactly what I thought."

"So why did you drag it out of me?"

"Because I just love to drag things out of you...and I admit I was angry at you. You deserved to be treated like this."

Liz sighed, she was still being pressed against the wall and hadn't calmed down at all. He was unbelievable...

"Um, well, are we done now? As I said, I'm sorry."

"Was that so hard?"

"Yes..."

"Good, Elisabeth. I hope you remember this...incident...when you decide to behave like this again."

She nodded.

"Anyway, I have to go now." Red let go of her, grabbed his vest, coat, hat and of course his gun, which was casually lying on the table as always and went to the door. He looked back at her one time, licked over his lips and closed the door. Liz was taken aback, he couldn't do that to her...well, he would be back in a few days.

xxxxx Five days later:

Liz lay in bed, waiting for Red and Dembe to come back. They had called yesterday and told her that they were in Europe but would return the next day.

Half an hour later, Liz heard the door open and Red came in.

"Lizzie."

Oh, thank God...

"Yes, Red? I'm so glad you're back. Still angry?"

"No, Lizzie, I'm not, really. And now get up and let me seduce you."

xxxxx

The end!

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