I don't own The Blacklist and I don't make money with fanfiction.

I saw that THE GUEST (whom we all know because of his/her completely constructive criticism and kind words in the reviews) commented on this lovely little story...apparently he/she is someone who can't imagine AU / OOC scenarios at all and wants that every writer keeps Red/ Lizzie/ Samar/ whoever totally in character. This is FICTION, damn it! ...And beware of the F word if you can't stand colorful language!

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Aramlead Samar to bed, she was clearly drunk, much more drunk than ever before. She rarely drank alcohol, but now she was mumbling incoherent things, undressing herself sloppily and then almost falling asleep, still wearing her panties and a single sock. He found her FBI badge in her handbag, it would have been a catastrophe if the owner of the bar would have called the local police like Dembe had told him. God, if Cooper or Ressler would find out about this...He grinned when he imagined the headline of the local newspapers: 'FBI Special Agents arrested for public nuisance'...

Aram made tea before lying down next to his secret girlfriend. They hadn't told anyone about their relationship yet, but apparently, a lot more secrets had been revealed tonight. Dembe had explained everything the owner had told him and he wasn't sure how he felt about this. Just when he thought Samar had fallen asleep, she reached for his wrist and pulled him down to her, pressing a kiss on his lips. He noticed that she smelled like Liz, so their 'encounter' in the car must have been more intimate than Dembe had admitted...

"Araaam, take me." she mumbled. "Fuck me hard, please!"

He wondered why she wasn't sleeping yet. When he was as drunk as she was right now, he fell asleep the moment he felt a pillow under his head and then slept for at least twelve hours. He buried his hand in her hair; they shouldn't be talking about sex when she was this drunk. He kissed her temple and wrapped an arm around her waist, listening to her breathing when she had finally fallen asleep.

xxxxx next morning Red/Liz:

Liz woke up with a terrible headache. She felt a soft touch on the back of her head and needed a few moments to realize that it was Red, gently stroking over her hair. She opened her eyes lazily, then closed them again immediately because of the bright shining light coming through the open curtains. She turned around so that she was facing to the wall, then opened her eyes again, wondering why the hell she was sleeping in her underwear instead of her sleepshirt. She assumed she had a hangover, because she also couldn't remember when and how she got to bed yesterday and she felt nauseous.

Red continued caressing her hair and neck, then kissed her forehead.

"Hey, Lizzie."

Why didn't he say 'morning'? Is it afternoon already? How long have I slept? And why is his voice so damn loud?

"Mmmh, Red, you talk too loud..." she complained, her headache was getting worse.

"No, I don't. How are you feeling?" he asked, now speaking more quiet.

"Can't I have breakfast first? I have a headache...I think I wanna stay in bed all day..." she trailed off, burying her head in the pillow.

Red handed her a pill and a glass of water. "Here, take this after you have eaten something. It will make you feel better. You stay here while I cook breakfast and then I need to talk to you about something."

With that, he closed the door behind him.

Talk? About what does he want to talk with me? I have seriously no idea what happened last night...

She glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was already 3 pm. Ah, so late...that explains why he's already wearing his suit and not lying in bed with me... She tried desperately to remember what she had done yesterday. There were faint memories of the FBI Christmas party...everyone had gone home, but she and Samar had gone to a bar afterwards. They had become friends a month ago after a very dangerous case. Not best friends, but friends. It had been the first time they had worked together the entire time. Red had been away for business, Aram had been in the office while Ressler and Cooper had taken down the accomplices of the blacklister they were chasing. Cooper had decided that Liz and Samar needed to trust each other, so he had assigned them to work together for a whole week. They had actually developed trust and friendship after there where several situations when they were forced to rely on each other.

Ten minutes later, Red returned with coffee and breakfast.

"Thank God, you have remembered that I hate pancakes..."

Red chuckled. "Which lets me come back to my question. What do you remember from last night?"

She took the painkiller pill he had offered her before, then looked aside. She was terribly embarrassed about how drunk she had been...

"Lizzie, look at me. This is serious."

"Why? What did I do that makes you care about what happened yesterday?"

"You tell me." he said with a serious expression.

She sighed and pulled the blanket over her shoulders, she just wanted to sleep, and now Red was forcing her to tell him what she had done yesterday...it had to be something terrible.

"Elizabeth. I don't like to wait, come on."

"Red, please. I. Don't. Remember."

"No, Lizzie, I won't let you get away with this so easily."

Liz raised an eyebrow. She always wondered how he could change from this sweet and caring gentleman to a heartless bastard...

"You could at least give me a hint to what you want me to remember..." she replied, glaring at him.

"Focus, Elizabeth."

She rolled her eyes. "Come on, Red. It can't be that bad. I doubt that I did something that endangers my career or...whatever. Just tell me."

He shook his head. "Think."

"I can't remember, clear?"

"Think harder. What's the last thing you remember?"

Liz lay on her right side and pulled the blanket over her ears. She had hoped for a quiet day in bed...

"Why do I get the feeling that you know what happened and just want to make me suffer?" she grinned at him, taking his hand and kissing his wrist to distract him.

He chuckled. "You got me. Now tell me what you know."

"You damn bastard..." she whispered, but then gave in. "Fine. The last thing I remember is that I went to a bar after the party with Samar. We had a couple of drinks and talked about..."

"Yes? About what, sweetheart?" Red asked with a smug grin.

"I guess we talked about...well, you know...men. Women always talk about men when they're alone. You left the party early because you said you had to get up early for business...wait. Why aren't you there, by the way?"

"I flew to New York this morning for a meeting with a business partner. When he agreed to my terms, I flew right back. You are more important than any of my business partners, Lizzie." He bent down to place a soft kiss on her forehead. "But that doesn't stop me from making you talk about last night."

Liz massaged her temples with her thumbs. She was way too sick today to remember what she had done yesterday...She could feel Red watching her, there was definitely something she had done wrong, she just didn't know what.

"Let me do that." Red said gently, then sat down in the bed and leaned against the headboard. "Come here." He pulled her into a sitting position between his legs with her back to his chest. He put the blanket over both of them and started massaging her temples to ease her headache.

"Why can't you just tell me what I did last night? Please, I really have no idea."

"Maybe your memory comes back in a few hours."

"Yeah, maybe. But you could also tell me now. Why is it so important to you that I remember on my own?"

"Because it will be more embarrassing then." was his simple answer. She could practically feel him smirk at her right now, and she wanted to wipe that damn smug grin off his face...damn, if she just knew what had happened...

"Alright. I'll try one more time. I remember being in that bar with Samar. I don't remembered how I got here or how Samar got home, but I guess I must have called Dembe to pick us up. We were just a little tipsy after the party, then we had a few-" she was interrupted by Red clearing his throat for no actual reason, then continued. "A few drinks. As I've said, we talked about men. Maybe even about you. I think she told me about Aram...she's sleeping with him. Did you know that?"

"Of course."

"Mh, smart-ass. You always know everything, don't you?"

No answer.

"Whatever. Sooo, we talked about...gosh, I don't know...well, Aram and you. For some reason we started talking about sex...oh, my God, Red. I seriously talked about that with Samar! Damn it, I hope she never remembers. At least she was more drunk than I was...or not?"

"Oh, from what Dembe told me, there was no difference between you two. And I thought you would never become friends with her..."

"Cut the crap, Red. What happened?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, damn it!"

"Language, Lizzie."

"Red, I don't have time for this. Just tell me."

He laughed. "Of course you have time for this, sweetheart! You wanted to stay in bed all day, anyway. But since you refuse to at least try to remember everything, I'll help you." he replied smugly.

Liz struggled to break free although he had actually managed to make her headache disappear with just a few touches at the right places of her temples and back. She needed to lie down again.

"Red, get out of that suit. I need you to be next to me. I'm not feeling well."

He did as he was told, then stroked his thumb over her cheek.

"So, Lizzie. You may not want to hear what I'm going to tell you and I want you to know that I'm a little angry with you."

She raised an eyebrow, snuggling into his side. "You're not just a little angry. I can feel it, you're seriously mad at me but you're great at hiding it. I know that game."

He made her look at him by placing a finger under her chin and tilting her head up. "Are you ready to listen?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

xxxxx Next morning Aram/Samar:

After breakfast, Aram told Samar what had happened according to Dembe. He told her how drunk she had been, what she and Liz had talked about in the bar, that she had hit on Dembe and of course, what had happened with Liz during the drive to his apartment.

Samar was a strong, independent and self-confident woman. In fact, she was almost like Liz. Now that she thought of Liz, a few memories of last night came back...they had gone to a bar and had some drinks...maybe too many drinks...she couldn't remember a single thing, but now that Aram had told her what had happened, it was probably better that she hadn't remembered anything.

She was sitting at the kitchen table with Aram, terribly embarrassed about what she had done. It wasn't like her to get that drunk. It also wasn't like her to talk about...well, intimacy in public. It wasn't like her to talk about this with anyone who wasn't her boyfriend. And it certainly wasn't like her to kiss a woman...Liz was her friend, maybe that would make it less awkward when they would meet again on Monday...When Aram had told her that she had told Liz about her one night stand with Reddington, she wished the ground would open up and swallow her. She hadn't told anybody about that, and she was sure that he hadn't said a word about it either. It had happened before she and Aram got together as a couple. He had said that he was surprised that she had actually slept with Red, but that there were many women who were attracted to him, so he would try to understand her.

She was lucky that he wasn't angry with her; he was never angry. He was a good man: patient, kind, intelligent and cute. The problem was that he was a little too gentle for her and she had no idea how to tell him this...maybe she would bring it up the next time they would have sex...damn it, that meant most likely tonight...

xxxxx

Red told Liz everything Dembe had told him last night, watching his Lizzie squirm with embarrassment in his arms.

"I have to confess something, Lizzie. I never wanted to tell you and you wouldn't have remembered it, anyway, but I feel like I have to tell you what Samar said yesterday. I had sex with her. Only once, and it didn't mean anything. It happened a long time ago, before we got together, so please don't freak out now. I know you must be...jealous and hurt, but I really am not interested in her in...that way. I love you, sweetheart. Only you, believe me."

Liz tried to pull away from him, to get back on her side of the bed, to put some distance between them, but he didn't let her. Now that he had said it, she remembered. Yes, she was jealous and hurt, but in fact, she had to forgive him. If he had told the truth and it really had happened before they were a couple, it was ok. Samar was a beautiful and sexy women, and Red was incredibly attractive, so she had no right to be jealous. Sure, she wanted to slap him for it because she had hated Samar at first and she had been in love with Red for months before they had confessed their feelings to each other, but she didn't want to behave like a stupid teenager.

"Fine, I forgive you, but if you ever cheat on me, I'll shoot you." she replied with a smile.

"That's my girl. Thank you."

She hadn't expected him to be that honest, but somehow, she had a feeling that the story of what had happeded last night wasn't over yet...

"There's another thing. I wasn't the only one who had an...encounter with her."

"Excuse me?!"

"Dembe told me you and her were a little...touchy-feely in the car but that he was able to stop it when he dropped her off at Aram's place."

"What exactly do you mean with 'encounter' ?"

Red couldn't bite back his typical smug grin when he explained what she and Samar had done in the car, and she knew he would tease her with it for weeks, but actually she had made some experiences with women before and she was sure he knew about it, too. He knew more of her past than she did, so she wouldn't be surprised if he would bring up the short affair with that girl in her last year of high school...

Fortunately, he didn't, and instead told Liz how he had tucked her in last night because she had fallen asleep in the car and couldn't go to bed on her own. When he was done telling her everything, she wondered what would happen on Monday at work.

"Just act normal. She'll be as ashamed as you, and if you don't talk about it, everything will soon be forgotten. I want you to know that I expect you to never drink that much again, understood?"

"Yeah...I'm sorry. But I'm not the only one who has too many drinks from time to time." she replied defiantly.

"Well, unlike you, I can handle that. You don't. And if something like this ever happens again, we will have a more serious conversation."

Liz blushed, looked away and bit her lip. She had known that he would lecture her about having too many drinks "Got it. It won't happen again."

"And another thing-" "

He was interrupted by an annoyed sigh.

"No, Lizzie, don't you roll your eyes at me! Although we're allowed to have this relationship, we wanted to keep it a secret. You're lucky you haven't told Ressler about it, he would have gone to Cooper and made sure we were under surveillance! I'm still not happy about that damn tracking chip in my neck, I hate this limited privacy, but he might have planted bugs or cameras in the house. You and I both don't want that, so watch out whom you choose as your drinking buddy." he scolded.

"Damn it, Red, you act like I'm an alcoholic! It was one time. One single time!"

"Elizabeth. You know what I mean."

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, avoiding his gaze.

"Good girl. Now sleep, you look like hell."

"Well, thank you..." she laughed. "You, too, by the way. Will you stay here when I sleep? Please?"

"Sure, Lizzie."

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TBC

I think this fic will have a few more chapters...

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