The Scarred Angel The Haunted Demon And The Smelly Beast

by KLG868814

Liz Keen's life has been hell. A troubled childhood, Painful teenage years, and as a adult her husband cheated on her. But she isn't going to let it all get her down. She got herself her dream job and was going to think positively. Of course life wasn't done with her yet. She is still trying to figure out if its for the better or worse. * Please read Authors note in 1st chapter*

3. Chapter 3

Chapter Three:

New Life Challenge And Saving The Girl

Part Two.

Authors note: Hello people. Here's another chapter as promised. Normally author put translation at the end but I'm not normal. I used Google English to German translator so if it's wrong blame Google.

Hacke- Heel

Freund- Friend

Hallo- Hello

Folqen- Follow

I believe that's everything. Thank you to everyone who has read t and given this story a chance. A special thank you to Ariane Araujo for adding my story to your favorite. Means a lot to me. Redlisted: Here's more bad ass for you. She is very fun to write. Until next time!

*Disclaimer: I own nothing but Ajax.*

Liz sat in front of a large desk, playing with the tags on Ajax collar as she waited for someone to come in to speak with her. Agent Ressler, who hadn't spoken to her since the second scolding she had given him, stood by the door in what she silently called his Captain America pose.

Just as she was going to ask the reason she was here, the office door swung open and a man in his early fifty's strolled confidently into the room. "Agent Keen. Am I getting that right?"

Liz stood up and shook the man's offered hand. "Yes sir, you did."

" My name is Harold Cooper. I am the assistant Director of Counter Terrorism." He introduced himself as he sat down behind his desk. He briefly looked down at the dog sitting quietly besides her before returning his attention to her and asking, " I understand you are starting a new job today as a profiler, is that correct?"

"I know who you are sir. Its wonderful to meet you." She told him, giving him a sweet smile. "Its true I'm starting today as a new profiler for the BAU." She said before asking a very important question, "I apologize if I seem rude in getting right to the point but why am I here? When the Counter Terrorism Unit needs a profiler they normally go for a senior one, not a newbie like myself. I'm good but I've have a lot more to learn."

"Agent Ressler didn't inform you of why he was escorting you here?" Cooper asked as he turned to look at Ressler, who had moved from standing by the door to sitting in a chair in the far corner of the office.

Inwardly smirking but outwardly still looking puzzled. " He never got a chance sir, as I drove myself here instead of riding in with Agent Ressler." She couldn't stop the nasty glare she shot Ressler to save her life. "The way he approached me made me uncomfortable. The way he spoke so rudely to me made me lose my temper. Both of those things upset Ajax here. Considering he has training as a personal protection dog, Agent Ressler put him on edge with his behavior and tone. Getting into a vehicle with Agent Ressler was a unwise choice. If he had continued his behavior my dog would have attacked him sir."

Ressler, who had jumped to his feet and began to walk towards her, snarled. "Bullshit! You just wanted to take a shower. You felt like dressing up was more important then following orders from a senior Agent. "

Liz grabbed the handle on Ajax's vest to keep him from lunging at the moron before looking down at herself. She was wearing brown knee high flat boots, black leggings and a dark blue scoop necked sweater dress with pockets. She then looked back up at Ressler and calmly stated. "Thank you for noticing how nice I look. I obviously put so much effort into my appearance. I'm glad it wasn't a waste of time." To prove her sarcastic point further, she tucked a strand of hair that had escaped her messy bun behind ear then turned her make up free face back toward Harold Cooper. "When Agent Ressler and fellow agents showed up in front of my house I had just gotten back from a six mile run. I smelled disgusting. I was wearing a sports bra and shorts which are inappropriate clothes for an office setting. I thought showering and changing into appropriate clothing was for the best."

Ressler opened his mouth to retort when Coopers voice stopped him. "Enough Agent Ressler! Sit back down and shut the hell up." Once Donald did as he commanded, he turned back to Liz. "I thank you for your forethought and apologize for the way Agent Ressler has conducted himself so far. I do not want to down play his behavior in any way but the situation we find ourselves in is tricky and time sensitive if our source is correct." Taking breath, he continued. "At 6:30PM yesterday Raymond 'Red' Reddington turned himself into the FBI. You know who he is correct?"

Liz's heart began to pound in her chest in excitement. She was getting a gut feeling that her life was going to get very interesting and complicated at the same time. She was unsure if it was in a good way or a bad way just yet.

Outwardly Liz was calm and had a look of slight confusion on her face. "Of course sir. Everyone who is interested in profiling and gets a degree in forensic psychology know who Reddington is."

"Do you have some connection to him, personal or other wise?" Cooper asked.

"I wrote a few papers about him for a projects in collage and the Academy sir. That's the only thing that would connect me to him." Liz answered with a half truth.

Cooper wrote something down on a note pad that sat on his desk before asking. "Is there any way Reddington could have gotten ahold of any of these papers?"

"It's possible sir. My professors thought my papers were well written and very accurate. So much so, they asked my permission to publish them in different journals or magazines. Which I gave each time." Outwardly she sounded pleased but worried. Inside Liz was starting to get annoyed.

"Does any one you are in contact with have any connection to Reddington?" Cooper fired off his next question.

"As far as I'm aware no." Liz held up her hand to stop further questions. "Let me explain my answer before you ask any questions. I say as far as I know because the man I call my pops is not my actually father. My parents died in a fire when I was four years old. I know nothing about them and as far as I know I have no family extended or otherwise. My job is my life therefore I don't really have friends. My soon to be ex husband is a fourth grade school teacher. Enough said there." The more she talked the more irritated she sounded. Realizing this she took a deep breath an released it before continuing. "I know you did a back ground check on me, my husband, and my pops. You definitely looked through my call history, text, emails, and internet history. You know everything I have just told you already. So could you please tell me why you are asking me these question and what this is all about sir. If you are correct and thing are as bad as you say, we are wasting time we do not have."

Harold leaned back in his chair and finally begin explaining things. "I apologize Agent Keen. You are correct. As I told you earlier Raymond Reddington turned himself in the F.B.I last night at around 6:30PM. He asked to see Myself. After handing over his passport he stood in the middle of the lobby. Once the security guard ran his name and realized who he was he was immediately taken into custody. Agent Ressler, who is the leader of the task force assigned to apprehend and bring Reddington in, questioned him for hours but aside from stating that he refused to talk until I arrived he said nothing. They finally called me in around 3:30AM. Once he found out I was here, he began listing off different events and then claimed they were all done by one man, Ranko Zamani. Who we believed, incorrectly as it turns out, to be dead. He said Zamani entered the country early yesterday morning, and that he is planning to do something horrible." Here the director sighed then look straight into Liz's eye. "Reddington said he would help us stop Zamani but he has a condition. One rule. He would only speak to Elizabeth Keen."

Liz sat forward and rested her elbows on her knee, her brain spinning. Raymond 'Red' Reddington would only talk to her. So he know she still around. Knowing what she knew about the man he more then likely never for got her and kept tabs on her. Close tabs too. Those papers were only published in small time magazine and psychological journals. Only those in the field would have read them. So the papers only had small part of his interest in her. Must have something to do with her parents and her past. 'The text message.' She thought to herself. Someone she was close to worked for Reddington. Wasn't Tom. Liz believed that the man would never hire someone to get close, seduce, then marry her just to keep tabs on her. So that left, Dembe. 'That mother fucker is dead. The second I get some place with privacy I'm calling him and tearing his ass apart!' She fumed to herself. Now to think of a story to tell the Assistant Director of Counter Terrorism and Agent Prick. She was snapped from her musing by a load "AGENT KEEN!"

Quickly sitting up straight she apologized. "I'm so sorry sire!"

"Its fine Agent Keen. I was worried for a minute that you might faint. Not that I'd blame you. That a lot of information and responsibility to dump on someone." Cooper said with a slight smile.

"Oh no Sir, I'm fine. I was thinking about everything you told me." She explained. "Trying to figure out two things. Why me and what his end game is."

"Care to share with the class?" grunted Ressler.

After sending a lethal Glare his way, Liz turned back to Cooper. "The 'why me' is pretty simple. I'm new here. He believes that because of this I'm softer hearted then the more senior agents, there for very easy to manipulate He believes because I wrote papers on him It wouldn't be too difficult to convince me to work with him." Here she stopped and shook her head smirking without humor she continued. "He didn't do his Research very will. A rock would fall under his smooth talking sway before I do."

"And his end game?" Cooper asked. Liz could tell he listening intently to everything she said, analyzing it for himself before eventually agreeing with her.

Liz leaned forward again, resting elbows on knees and gave the last tidbit that would lead to her getting exactly what she wanted "Reddington wants something. A man and criminal of his caliber, who avoided being arrested for nearly 20 years, does not just hand himself over and not have a plan. We know that part of this plan involved me in some way."

"Why would he turn on Zamani?"

"Raymond Reddington doesn't have many morals as far as I can tell. Only something that breaks one of the few he does have, would get him to turn on anyone. Meaning Zamani is about to do something very horrific. That leads me to believe it's a two Birds one stone scenario. One, get our attention and prove his usefulness. Two, stop Zamani. My suggestion. Give him what he wants. Let me talk to him. I promise you I can get all the information we need and more." She promised.

The room was quite and tense as Harrold Cooper swiveled his chair from side to side as he though. After a few minutes he pushed back his chair and stood up. "Alright Agent Keen. We will try it your way."

Liz couldn't settle on one emotion to save her life. Outwardly she look very nervous but calm. Inside she was a mess. She was so close to the one man who has all the answers. The man who voice and face was the first thing she thought of to calm herself down after a nightmare when she was a very young child. The man she had written papers on to feel closer to. Her own little obsession. And she had to act as objective as possible. Pretended that he was nothing more then an informant that she had to extract information from. 'If I pull this shit off I deserve a award for best actress.' Liz thought to herself as she listens with half an ear to what Cooper was saying.

"If you need anything while in there, remember we are right here." Agent Cooper said while placing a reassuring hand on her right shoulder. "Is there anything you need from us before you face him?"

"Thank you Sir." Liz automatically answered while looking up at the giant screen that ran a live feed of a man being kept strapped to a chair. Taking a deep breath, then letting it out slowly, she forced her attention away from Reddington and back on Director Cooper. "There is nothing I need at the present time but thank you for the offer sir. I only ask that you allow me to do things my own way without interference. I know what I'm doing and I am good at it sir."

Once Cooper nodded his head, Liz walked to the door. Taking another deep breath to center herself, noting humorously to herself that she'd been coining that a lot today, she waited for door buzzed so she could open it.

'Showtime Lizzy.' She thought to herself as she opened the door. Out loud she simply commanded, "Ajax, Hacke."

She was half way to the box before she locked eyes with Reddington. He had a self satisfied smirk on his face. She just raised an eyebrow and kept walking towards him.

She was just getting to the chair that was set out for her when he spoke. "Agent Keen, what a pleasure. I've been wanting to meet you for some time."

"I would hope so considering I was forced to miss chocolate chip stuffed pancakes to come here. My poor dog had to miss out on Bacon and eggs. Apparently you would only talk to little old me." She Said sarcastically. Grabbing the chair she moved it closer to the platform he sat on before sitting down. Popping her feet up she leaned back and looked at him. She waved the away the nervous guard before she asked. "You wanted to meet me? well, here I am."

"I see that. And you brought Ajax too. How wonderful." Red said happily. "He looks very happy to be here."

"He goes where I go. Which you know." Looking down at Ajax he was indeed excited to be here. More Specifically excited to see Reddington. His little stub of a tail and his butt were wiggling like crazy. Only his training kept him at her side. "Something tells me you two have meet before. More then once by his reaction. I'm going to kill Dembe when I get my hands on him." She muttered low enough for only Reddington to hear, before sighing and saying "Freund, Ajax. Go on you giant traitor."

She looked up just in time to see the look of shock at hearing her say Dembe's name before he looked down to greet a 100lbs of happy dog.

"Hallo Ajax." The greeting seemed to be all traitor needed to start shoving his muzzle under Reddington's hand as well as he could.

"So to make the higher ups happy and to piss off Agent Ressler lets get started shall we?" she asked with a slight smirk.

Reddington chuckled. "Not a fan of Agent Ressler then. Not that I blame you. The man has a talent for rubbing people the wrong way." He cocked his head to the side in curiosity and asked "Why would me answering question piss off Agent Ressler?"

The sound that left Liz's mouth would be better described as a evil cackle then a laugh of amusement. "The fact that you didn't answer a single question of his when asked annoys him. In fact you would even speak to him at all. Another blow to is super sized ego was you would only talk to someone how is younger, less experienced, and a newbie to boot. He probably cant stand The fact that we have only been in the same room for five minutes and I've gotten more out of you then he probably has in the past five years of chasing your shadow. If you answer all the questions I ask, I honestly think hell be so angry his head will pop!"

"Nicely played Lizzy." He said while laughing. "In the name of science, Meaning can a mans head pop due to anger or not, I shall help you in any way I can. What is it you wish to know?"

Liz put her feet on the floor and leaned closer towards the concierge of crime. "Tell me about Zamani. What do you know?"

"With in the next hour Ranko Zamani will abduct the daughter of U.S General Daniel Ryker. There will be some kind of diversion, communication will be scrambled, and then he'll grab the girl. He wants to be out of the country within 36 hours. If you don't move quickly she will die. That's what I know." He answered truthfully.

Liz's Heart stopped. Children were her one weakness when it came to this job. She had a very hard time keeping a clear head and staying objective on a case that involves children. Judging by the pitying look Reddington was giving her he knew this too. Ajax's Trotted back to her side and placed his head on her lap.

Stroking her dogs head, she took a deep calm breath to center herself, "And how do you know this?" She asked.

With a slight smile at her a attempt to stay calm he said, "Because I'm the one who got him into the country."

Liz nodded. That wasn't a surprise answer but for shits and giggles she asked "And I'm supposed to believe you?"

Reddington laughed hard this time. Liz was sure she was the only one who noticed it was fake. "No, of course not. I'm a criminal. Criminals are notorious liars. For example, everything about me is a lie."

"That is the first time you half told the truth." Liz interrupted with a slight smile back on her face.

Red continued as if she hadn't spoken at all. "But if anyone can give me a second chance its you." His eyes softened before he said. "You have gone through so much in your life." At her warning death glare he edited what he was going to say. "Yet here you are. You're about to make a name for yourself. About to capture Ranko Zamani. I'm going to make you famous Lizzy."

"But not as famous as you Red. That just breaks my heart." Liz snapped back sarcastically

as she stood up. She began slowly walking back toward the stairs.

"No but by the end of all this, you come pretty damn close." Was his mysterious reply.

"I have a feeling I'll be seeing you again soon Mr. Reddington. Hacke Ajax." With that last remark Liz left Raymond Reddington once again by himself.

Once Liz was back into the control room, Ressler started laying in to her. "What the hell was that? We asked you here to get information not be buddy buddy with the bastard! How did he know all those things about you? Why the hell was your dog so friendly with him?"

"You really aren't that smart are you. Reddington is a very carful person. Likes to have all his ducks in a row before doing anything. He obviously had me followed and has looked into me. Probably better then the FBI has. As for my dog, your guess is as good as mine. Maybe Ajax like the way he smells. Maybe it's the sound of his voice and how it was calm. I don't fucking know and it's the least of our problems." Liz looked at Cooper and calmly said, " You need to contact the S.W.A.T commander at Quantico, roll a team out to the girl."

"This is nonsense sir. He bluffing" Ressler told Cooper

"No, he's establishing value!" Liz snapped, finally losing her cool.

Ressler glared at her. "I was the case agent on this guy for five years. Trust me,"

"Yeah and five years has gotten you where?!" She screamed. She looked Director Cooper straight in the eyes. " You asked me here. You asked my opinion and here it is. That girl is going to be taken. Excuse me. I have a couple of calling to make."

With that she brushed by the two men and stormed out of the control room. She heard the clicking of Ajax nails on the floor and knew he was following her down the hallway with out being told too. Once she reached the steps, she sat down and pulled her phone out. Finding the number she wanted, she hit call. Its rang twice then was picked up.

"Hello Elizabeth" A male voice said, sounding resigned to his fate.

"Don't hello Elizabeth me Dembe!" She whisper screamed. "You've been my best friend, like my big brother, for nine years and I'm just finding out you work for Raymond fucking Reddington! Number Four on the FBI's most wanted list! The government agency I fucking work for! What the hell?!" She nearly screamed the last part. Taking a deep breath before asking, "Did he pay you to keep tabs on me? Did he ask you to become friends with me? Get close to me to keep better tabs on me?"

"Of course not Lizzy. You are like my little sister and I love you. I would never do such a thing and Raymond would never ask me too. Did I give him information on you? Yes. Just to let him know you were okay. Sometime I would tell him what you where up too but never gave too much information. There is a lot you don't know and that I need to tell you. But I can't tell you over the phone." Dembe answered her immediately. "I am so sorry I kept this from you." He finished with such sincerity that she couldn't help believing him.

She was about to say something in return but she heard foot steps coming down the hall. "hang on Dembe. Someone's coming."

She stood up and turned around to see Ressler heading towards with a young woman just behind him. He had her coat in one hand and Ajax back pack over a shoulder.

"You put on a Great show in there. You better pull yourself together because you just called in the Calvary." He handed her the coat.

"Can I just have one minute?" she showed him the phone.

"You don't have a minute" He walked passed her. "Let's go. Your dog is going to have to stay here. There will be no room for him. If he will tolerate it agent Carey will keep an eye on him."

Since he wasn't being a dick but being truthful she let it go. She unhooking Ajax Leash from his collar before turned to the female agent and handed her his Leash and back pack. "Take him to the contamint area with Reddington in it and let him loose. He will not listen to you or any one else, and will become irritable the longer I'm gone. Putting him in the containment area is best and safest place for everyone. If the guards don't bother him they wont have a issue with him." She waited for the woman to nodded her understanding before continuing. "In side the back pack you will find supplies for him. Set out a bowl of water, some treats, and the raw hide bone for him then leave him too it. I'm hopping to be back in a hour or so. He shouldnt be to horrible." She waited for the woman to nod again then said, "Once I give him the command to follow you start walking. All you have to do is open the door and because he's a defiant ass hole he'll shoot right past you and down the stairs. All you have to do is set up his stuff on the landing then close the door." Once again she waited for the woman to nodded before She then bent down and starched Ajax under his chin. "Be a good boy Ajax. Folqen." She commanded while pointing to the woman who started walking.

Once she was sure Ajax did what he was told, she turned around and began walking down the stair, putting her phone back up to her ear. "Still there?"

"Still here." Was the automatic reply."

"I have to get back to work now. Why don't you meet me at my house at 5:00PM. We'll have dinner and talk." She told him.

"Sounds good." He said. Predicting what she would want for dinner, he added, "I'll grab some Chinese take out on my way over."

"You're on you way back to being the best friend ever." Liz told him with a smile.

"If I also picked up a chocolate cream pie and some mint chocolate chip ice cream for dessert what would I be then?" Dembe asked very seriously.

"That would get you past the greatest best friend and right up to best big brother Status once again." She answered just as seriously.

Dembe chuckled. "I guess I have some very important errands to run before 5:00PM tonight."

"Indeed you do." Liz Laughed as well. She was reaching the SUV Ressler was standing near so she needed to wrapped up her phone call. "I have to go now. I love you and I'll see you tonight."

"I love you too. See you tonight Elizabeth." He replied before hanging up.

Putting her phone back in her pocket, putting on her coat to cover her shoulder holster, looked at Ressler she simply said "Let's go."