Tom turned off the engine to his car and sat for a moment with his hands on the steering wheel. He'd parked in front of McAdams, a local bar. After moving to DC and renting his workspace, Tom had scouted the area for businesses that had exits into back alleys. McAdams had been an ideal find. He could easily enter and slip out the backdoor without anyone watching from the street being the wiser. A surveillance team would think Tom had gone to grab a quick drink at the dingy establishment. If only that were really the case. The real reason he'd left school right after dismissal was to meet Jolene as she'd demanded.

If her behavior Saturday morning was any indication, she was not yet done testing him. If he couldn't convince her that he was still on mission, at best he'd get extracted and at worst he'd get a bullet in his head. Never of these were attractive alternatives. So what was he going to do about it?

Tom grabbed his rearview mirror and adjusted it so he was looking at his reflection. Tom Keen stared back at him. He could read the anxiety in his own eyes. Jolene would spot it in a heartbeat. That was unacceptable. Tom took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He been pushing down the spy within him for years, but that didn't mean that part of himself had disappeared. All Tom needed to do was coax it back to the surface. To do that he first needed to banished Tom Keen.

Forget the laughter of his students as they played at recess. Forget eating lasagna with the houseful of friends. Forget the love in Liz's eyes as she tenderly removed his glasses. Remember all the lies he'd told and the people he'd betrayed. Remember the cold feel of a gun in his hand. Remember all the blood and the death. Tom opened his eyes and saw a face he barely recognized anymore. This man had no fear, no hope, no love. This man was a killer.

Tom got out of the car and headed into McAdams. As he took his usual route through the bar and out the back, he considered how he was going to handle Jolene. She suspected the truth, but she had no real evidence. Tom had long been a supporter of the theory that the best defense was a good offense. He'd used it to divert suspicion when Liz had found his go box. He would go on the attack, press Jolene before she could press him. He saw the red head walking to meet him at the door of the warehouse. The memory of yesterday morning flashed through his mind and he didn't have to manufacture the anger in his voice.

"Hey what the hell is wrong with you?! You come to my house-" Jolene cut him off before he could finish the sentence.

"Calm down." Who the hell did this woman think she was? Who the hell did she think she was talking to?

"You're not my handler. I don't work for you."

"Berlin is having doubts." As well he should. Tom unlocked the door and stormed inside. It was time to go on the offensive.

"Yeah? Well Berlin doesn't have a damn clue. Do you have any idea how many candidates there were? They chose me. I've done everything they've asked. I married the woman for God's sake! I made her think my entire world revolves around her and now it's been two years and I've heard nothing!" Where exactly was this "doubt" coming from? Could it have been Gina? She'd been suspicious when he broken things off with her. Had she reported him?

"We sent word four months ago." He'd seen the signal to meet in the personal ads of the newspaper, but even if he'd wanted to respond he couldn't have.

"Four months ago I had to go dark because Reddington sent a psychopath with a knife into my house. He cut me up like a totem pole and because of that Liz finds my go bag, my passports. So what did I do? I get myself out. I convince her that the passports are fake, the cash isn't mine." Jolene, apparently bored by his explanation of how he'd out maneuvered one of the most dangerous men in the word, drifted over to a table, and was fingering his papers. "Don't touch that! I've had my hands full."

"Berlin wants information." They weren't the only ones. His days of flying blind were over. If he was going to stay ahead in this game, then he needed to know who all the players were.

"So do I. You know someone put cameras in that house. Someone was watching us and it wasn't the FBI, so why don't you tell me who the hell was-" Jolene cut him off yet again. Tom was really starting to hate that habit of hers.

"I can't help you unless you calm down." Tom bit back an appropriate response to Jolene's condescending bullshit. He needed to convince her he was in control. He could play the good soldier, if it got him what he wanted. He led Jolene over to the evidence board he'd been putting together for the past three years. Finding the timeline overlaps between Liz and Reddington hadn't been easy, but after three years patience he had been able to pin down interceptions going back decades.

"Best I can tell their paths have crossed at key moments in the past twenty years. Quantico. Baltimore. She doesn't know it and I can't prove it but Reddington's been funneling money through the adoptive father for years." Her adoption records were excel forgery all traced back to an agency that had completely burned down with all if its records. Tom had to wonder how the 1990 version of Raymond Reddington had managed to get his hands on those papers.

"What's this?" Jolene pointed to the floor plans he'd draw after being released from FBI custody.

"It's the black site from memory. It's the unit Keen works for." Hearing Garrick threaten Liz and being unable to do anything about it had been one of the most terrifying moments of his life. It wasn't an experience he was anxious to repeat. If there was another assault on the Post Office, Tom would be ready.

"What about the cases?" Otherwise known as the multitude of times Reddington had nearly gotten his wife killed. For all of Reddington's threats against him, the biggest danger to Liz's wellbeing was the man himself.

"You know I sat right next to Reddington once. In a hospital. I could have put a bullet in his head." If Berlin gave the order to take out Reddington, he'd carry it out in a heartbeat. Liz's life would become exponentially safer if the Number 4 on the most wanted list ceased to walk the earth.

"That wasn't your mission." No, of course not, death would be too simple. Whatever Berlin had planned for Reddington, it was be both elaborate and extremely unpleasant. He almost feel sorry for the man. Almost.

"Alright show and tell is over. I have detention at four." A lie. Tom had convinced Ellie to cover for him, telling her he needed to sneak out early to prepare a romantic evening with Liz. Being the good friend that she was, she'd agreed to help him out.

Tom's true plans involved Jolene, namely seeing what exactly she was up to when she wasn't crashing his Saturday morning breakfast. Everyone had secrets, especially spies. He would learn Jolene's, and use them to ensure she never got within a square mile of his wife ever again.