Author note: Because the last chapter was so small I decided to update sooner than when I usually do so enjoy and all review will be much appreciated :).

Chapter three

Liz sat back down at the table as she gave Red some time to finish his conversation with some mysteries criminal. She suddenly realized she was supposed to call Tom and reached for her phone to find it missing. Once she took a better look at the phone Red was conversing on she recognised it as her own, she nearly doubled over and had a heart attack.

She could hear Tom becoming louder on the other end as Red just laughed and continued to talk to him. Liz hurried over and ripped the phone from his grip as she answered "Tom," worried that he would be furious.

"Who the hell was that!" he shouted into the phone as Liz hurried off from Red's curious eyes.

"Ahh," she didn't know what to say. She couldn't just tell him confidential information and she couldn't tell him it was someone she worked with otherwise he would insist in meeting him.

"Liz," he demanded to her with a stern voice almost controlling.

"Um, it's Sean…" she lies as she picked the first name she could think of "A work associate," It was all she had.

"I've never met him or heard of him before."

"I told you he's a work associate," she said.

After convincing him a little more she said goodbye to him and hung up as he had begun to tell her he loved her. She turned around and nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Red looking down at her.

"Do I look like a Sean my dear," he rhetorically asked her and then chuckled.

She huffed and walked off to read more pointless folders of paper. She wasn't exactly angry at him; she knew he couldn't stop being himself with endless curiosity she just didn't like to lie to people. There were too many lies and half truths going around.

The record had long since finished when they finally got somewhere.

"It says here that The Englishman disappeared in 2010 whilst the French police were after him." She said to Red as he momentarily payed Liz his full attention "They had blamed Homeland security for not giving them jurisdiction fast enough," she finished.

"Does it state where they lost him?" he asked looking back to his sheet.

"Ahh yeah in the shipping yards... he had hidden himself amongst some of the cargo."

"Well that still doesn't give us anything Lizzie."

Liz didn't answer him with a snarky retort as she knew they were both in the same boat.

"Come along Lizzie," he said as he stood from his stool and put his coat on.

"Where are we going?"

"The Englishman has used the same contact in three of his jobs we are going to see if she is still working for him," he said as she finally stood.

"Stephanie I told you I will put you on my private plane and take you somewhere The Englishman will never find you," he stated to the young woman.

She didn't look it on the outside but she was panicking and Red knew that. There were all the signs fidgeting, slight pitched voice although she was in denial.

"No you don't know this guy he's a sociopath," she said as she pulled together sheets of paper and tided them nervously.

"Well Steph you know he's going to kill you after this one… look at how many times you've worked for him, he can't have anyone getting to close," he continued persuading her.

"No, leave."

"Okay come along Dembe."

"Reddington you can't just leave her, she'll die," Liz protested to him.

"She obviously doesn't want to talk I grow tied of trying to persuade her."

When he was at the door about to leave Stephanie burst out desperately "Okay, okay I'll talk is you protect me."

Red considered it for a second before turning back to her "I never break a deal, it's bad business," he said to her holding his ground at the door telling her he was an inpatient man.

"I don't know who he is all I know is he's living it up in the states and that he's meeting someone, I don't know who."

Red looked disinterested as he went to turn around.

"Don't you know anything else, we can help you," Liz intervened

"Wait I know where and when that's all!" she almost shouted to him as he again turns to her.

"Well done Lizzie I grew tied of turning around," he chuckled candidly "I would guess that is what Agent Meera would call good cop bad cop," he said as he opened the car door for her.

She laughed to him at that; she couldn't even begin to explain the irony of ironies in that statement.

Stephanie had said the meet was at the Royal Hotel a 9:30 pm that night so they needed to be quick. Elizabeth called the FBI/Ressler as she didn't really have anyone else's number and explained the situation.

"I'm sorry Agent Keen but with the hacker that shut down the FBI and took classified material we don't have the resources," he apologised sarcastically.

"But we need-," she was cut off by another rant from Ressler.

"Look this is taking every one we have there's nothing we can do," he stated quickly as he hung up.

"Shit," she said under her breath but apparently Red had caught it as he looked at her strangely.

"It seems we will have to do this one on our own," he said mater-factually to her as he gave Dembe instructions to take them back to his place and then spent the rest of the time in the car making calls on his phone.

How the hell were they going to do that exactly Liz thought as she took a quick breath and stared out of the car window watching the city fly by. She felt so disconnected from the world right now. How in half a year things could just change so rapidly. She was supposed to be working for the FBI catching criminals and now it felt like she was working for one instead.

We have to do this to catch a criminal.

Back in the mansion they were devising how this would play out. No more pleasant music like before just the silent sound of the cogs in there minds spinning although Red had already devised most of the plan and of cause it entailed her coming as his date or lover. They had argued and were now in the part of there relationship in which they answered each other in half sentences.

"What about Dembe?"

"Two men going in to a restaurant, that not suspicious."

"Maybe if you act like a couple," she tried as just as it left her mouth he answered.

"Not a chance."

"Luli."

"Away until tomorrow," he said as he wondered why she found it to be such a problem.

"I could go as your daughter," she said as she saw a hint of what seemed to be a pout before it was gone in the blink of an eye.

"How old do you think I am Lizzie," he chuckled.

"Okay fine," she gave in "Will I have to go home and get something to wear?"

"No that is already taken care of but I suggest you inform that husband of yours, he seem the jealous type," he finished with a hint of humour in his voice.

"No he's going out with friends tonight."

"Do you know how to dance?" Dembe asked out of the blue as he walk up to Red and whispered something that seem to be humorous into his ear.

"Why would we be dancing?" she asked openly to either of them.

"It's The Royal Lizzie, it's polite and it will help to survey the area," Red explained as Dembe disappeared into the next room.

"Well I've only danced at my wedding," she explained to him not knowing if that was good or bad.

Red stood and momentarily adjusted his suit vest before stepping over to the record player and examining some records as though he were trying to see each individual colour particle on the thin card packet before removing it and putting it on.

Liz knew what he was doing as she stood and sighed inwardly before she heard the fuzzy record sound turn into music.

She held his right hand with her left and then placed her other hand on his shoulder. She begun to move with him as he softly placed his hand on her waste "Remember Lizzie to follow my lead," he calmly stated when she stood on his toe.

Liz tried her hardest to follow but could not concentrate with his hand holding her waist. He often found ways to touch her but this was just so intimate, so personal.

"Well done Lizzie," Reddington said as she just realized she was actually doing it.

The instruments in the orchestra of music grew and grew to its peek as Lizzie found herself dancing. She looked to his chest as she could not look him in the eyes afraid she'll step on him again. When the music was about to end she looked at her posture. It was not rigid at all and when she looked down at herself she found herself feeling very comfortable dancing with Red. Even just being around him, he could make you comfortable. He didn't just sound charming it was like charming poured out of every one of his pores. Why was she so comfortable with Raymond Reddington and not her own husband?

They continued to dance in various different styles for half an hour before the music died and all that could be heard was the now crackling sound at the end of a record.

They both shared eye contact as they finished and she couldn't control the heat rising in her cheeks as she looked into those eyes that showed nothing but seem to look right into the core of you. If you looked hard enough into those beautiful eyes you would find the deepest secrets you were trying to hide.

He caress her hip with his thumb softly as she felt electrostatics moving over her skin, some how he had managed to get his hand under her blouse. She didn't know what to do, she was intoxicated by his very touch as he let go of her hand and snaked his own hand softly up her arm to her neck and too caressed it with his soft touch. All she could think to do was place her right hand on his chest and slightly fiddle with a button on his vest as she closed her eyes.

After a good thirty second of anticipating a kiss from him she opened her eyes back up to find him gazing down at her. Her heart almost stoped as she rose until there noses were touching and she could feel the warmth of his skin against her own. Her mind raced with thoughts, but strangely non to try to stop her as she closed the small distance and quickly breathed his masculine sent in when there lips met and all she could think was finally.

The kiss quickened as he finally took control and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her as close as possible. He wanted to feel her body against his to prove it was real, it was really happening. His hand crawled up her blouse until he had it caressing the skin just under her bra.

Liz let his tongue slip into her mouth as she couldn't admit to herself that she had loved when he had reciprocated and taken over. Her body felt hot as his hands never skipped a beat. He was soon laying kisses down her neck and the hand that had been on her neck was undoing her blouse buttons painfully slowly. God was all that came to mind as it just felt so good. She was backing up against the dining table whilst she let out a soft moan when he lay hot kisses to her ear and begun to suck on it.