"Hello Lizzie. How are you?"

"What do you what?"

"I know how busy you've been and I was wondering if there is anything you need."

She became furious, but bit her tongue. "You've been ignoring me and now you ask what I need." She stated simply. "Why? What's changed?"

She could hear him breathing on the other line, but not answering. "Red? I have to go, the team is ready."

"Are you remembering?"

"What?"

"Nothing. Lizzie, when you get back and things calm down, can we talk?"

She was stunned. Ressler rushed past her making eye contact signaling it was time to head out. "Yes. Bye."

The task force invaded the premises. 12 dead, no agents. The 3 in charge of the organization were arrested and charged with almost everything under the sun. 2 lives were saved immediately and who knows how many in the long run. For a moment, Liz was at ease. Now she had one more thing to face. Red.

Two days after the culprits were apprehended, Liz received a text from Dembe that gave her an address and told her to pack an overnight bag because they would be flying. Liz scoffed at the fact Red assumed she would for one be free, and two that she would agree to it. Logic told her he knew she wasn't busy, or else he wouldn't have arranged whatever this was. That strange force in the back of her mind return. She automatically packed a bag before she realized what she was doing. She then showered before making her way to the designated location.

When she arrived there was a black vehicle already waiting. She started making her way over. Almost immediately Dembe got out from his position at the drivers seat and walked around to the opposite side of the car. He opened her door and took her bag from her. With a breath, she lowered herself into the car and turned to see Red smiling at her. Dembe had put her bag in the truck and got back into his seat in a matter of seconds. When the engine started, Red was still smiling at her.

"Where are we going?" She spoke.

Red turned to face the front of the vehicle and tilted his head slightly. "Amsterdam."

"Why?"

"Because I have something to show you."

They didn't talk much on the ride to the airport. She asked why he went away. He assured her that it was over with now, and he wouldn't have to go away again for a while. He didn't tell her anything else on the subject. He transitioned into a story about a women he met while away who made the most delicious peach crumble. 'I would have brought some back for you, Lizzie, but frankly I don't think I have enough self control to not have eaten it.'

After the car ride, they boarded the plane and didn't speak again. She took a nap while Red and Dembe played a game of chess. She woke up once to hear Red argue that he taught Dembe the game and it's not fair that Dembe wins nine out of ten time.

"The student becomes the teacher, my friend." Dembe said.

"Yeah, well… I… God, I've always hated that quote." They laughed in unison and she caught herself smile before drifting back to sleep.

Dembe woke her up when they arrived. Red was already off the plane greeting people, who seemed like friends, in Dutch. She stepped out of the plane's exit and saw 4 men all laughing and hugging Red. When they realized they weren't alone, they stopped and began speaking in English.

"Raymond, who is this beautiful young woman?" Asked a man wearing a blue shirt.

"This is my friend Elizabeth." Okay. He introduced her by her real name, so these are his friends. However, he used Elizabeth so she was wary of how comfortable to be with these men. "This is Frank." Red said gesturing to the man in blue. "Lucas, Bram, and Jesse. I've known them for years. It's quite a funny story actually." He explained the story with wild gestures and laughes splashed throughout the whole story, from everyone. They met through a deal gone bad and somehow ended up being chased all through out the city by policeman and some insane family. They nearly drowned in their getaway, but all lived to tell the tale.

"Well, gentlemen, we have somewhere to be. Tomorrow, I expect we will meet back here with everything. Dembe will give you all the details in the morning." Red said his goodbye's and the men politely told Lizzie goodbye as they left. It was always so strange for Red to interact with his genuine friends. "Are you ready to go Lizzie?" She nodded.

Red, Dembe and herself got into another vehicle and began their drive.

After 20 minutes, they arrived at a house. A normal appearing house. It was somewhat old, but taken care of. The yard had been recently cut. Dembe got out of the car and began unloading the car. However, Red motioned for her to wait. They sat in silence for a moment, until Dembe went into the house. She looked at him expectantly.

"Lizzie, this is one of my homes. I'm not borrowing it from a friend, like some of the other places I've resided in. This is one of my actual estates." She was surprised. He asked her here with no explanation on where they were going or why. She expected for him to come by her apartment, talk for only a few minutes, and leave. Not fly her across the world and show her something this private. She felt like something important was about to happen, but she wasn't aware of what was going to happen when she entered this house. Anxiety and the gravity of the situation began to weigh on her shoulders.

He exited the vehicle and ducked back down to meet her gaze, "Come in whenever you are ready. I know you must be uncomfortable. Every time this happens, you get really nervous, like you know what is about to happen, but I'm sure you don't." With that he closed the door and headed for the porch.

After a moment, she exited the vehicle but stayed by it. She took in her surroundings and the details of the house. It was a two story home with a wrap around porch. The stairs leading to the door seemed a little worn. A swing was hanging on the left, held up by rusted chains. Columns supported the roof over the porch. As she got closer, some of the detail told her expensive but the simple design told her practical. She had a strange feeling of nostalgia yet she had never been here before. Maybe she had. Red knew her parents, maybe she was here once when she was little.

Now standing on the stairs, her heart was pounding in her chest. She was completely aware of her existence. A few more steps. She could feel the blood rushing through her body, hear her lungs inhale and exhale, her hands were shaking. Now, she was on the porch. The flashes. Visions off scenic views, intense sharp colors, and images of Red. Her body moved instinctively toward the door. She felt like she was about to throw up, but her mind told her to open the door. So, she did. Her mind told her to go in. So, she did.