They made it through dinner alright. The only one who seemed willing to speak was Jenifer. Dembe thought that it was probably just because she wasn't used to having guests in the house. Of course, he wasn't really a guest. He was just there until he could get out and not end up dead.

The meal was over soon and the family split apart. Jenifer stayed with Naomi, much to the relief of her mother. Dembe ended up following Raymond out of the room and into a back room where bits of metal and parts littered the room. Raymond sat down in front of the table and started putting things together. Dembe found another seat and sat across from him.

"You look like something is on your mind," Raymond stated, keeping his gaze at what he was working on.

"I want to ask about your work," Dembe said, getting the man's full attention. Raymond gave a broad grin.

"You want to know about the navy?" Raymond asked getting an odd look from him.

"Navy? Ms. Naomi said you were in the FBI," Dembe responded causing his grin to fade. His gaze went back down to the parts in his hand.

"She was trying to scare you. She thought that you thought I was in the FBI that I could hunt you down if you stole something," Reddington said, sounding more than a little disappointed.

"So, you don't work for the FBI?" Dembe asked, making Raymond shake his head. Dembe furrowed his brow. "I have another question."

"What?"

"What were you doing in the west side of town?" He questioned and watched as the other man paused before going back to his work.

"It's not important."

"I want to know. Especially since you seemed ready to shoot someone," Dembe said. The left side of Reddington's face twitched. He glared up at the teen in warning.

"It's none of your business."

"I bet it's Ms. Naomi's business that you were sneaking around with a gun in your hand. Should I go tell her?" Dembe asked, causing Raymond's glare to narrow in challenge. He practically jumped the table when he saw Dembe stand up. His hand latched onto Dembe's bicep in a death grip.

"You wouldn't dare," Raymond growled.

"Do you really want to try me?" Dembe asked, watching Raymond's face as the gears seemed to turn in his head. It took a long moment before he spoke.

"Someone threatened my family," he answered quietly. "I had to do something."

"How did they threaten them?" Dembe questioned. After another long moment, Reddington moved over to a toolbox and opened it. He pulled out a letter and handed it to the teen. Dembe looked it over before handing it back.

"You should have left it alone," Dembe stated and saw the anger flare up in Reddington's eyes.

"THEY THR-," Raymond started to yell but stopped so the other two couldn't hear him. "They threatened Naomi and Jenifer. How was I supposed to leave that alone?"

"This was sent by a few low lives who would never be able to follow through. All you did was possibly piss off someone who could actually do something," Dembe explained. Reddington seemed to cool down before going back to the toolbox and putting the letter back inside.

"What am I supposed to do?" He asked with a grimace.

"Wait and see what happens. If something happens, I will help you," Dembe replied. Raymond gave him a disbelieving look. "I give you my word."