A/N: Wow! Thank you so much for the wonderful comments! Love it! Was going to wait until tomorrow, but I may just post another chapter then, too! You guys are the best!

Chapter 4

Inside the cabin, sitting in his living room, facing each other, both were reluctant to break the companionable silence.

He was quiet, contemplative, but absolutely confident.

The driver was nowhere in sight.

"Tell me. Tell me how you know so much about me. You said there were others. Do you know them? Are we going to meet them?"

"I will tell you the story. I haven't spoken of it in many years. It may endanger you, but I believe that knowledge is power. To keep you in the dark would be detrimental. There have been others, none that live very long in the open. If their gift is not hidden, they are soon discovered by the wrong people. Mostly the government, but probably the criminal element as well.

"I was an officer working in naval intelligence. My job was head of security over all Black Ops sites in the country. The nearest to my house was a facility where psychological testing took place. They 'collected' people that displayed psychological anomalies. Really anything that was out of the ordinary. They would take them, exploit their abilities and attempt to utilize them as spies and intelligence operatives. If they resisted or disproved of having abilities, they were disposed of. I only recognize them for what they are because like you, they have tells. Wearing gloves, lack of close relationships, resistant to touch others are all characteristics. You may see those people as loners, but humans are biologically programmed to seek others. To deny that genetic predisposition, is irregular and highly noticeable."

She listened as intently as possible while sitting across from him in the chair, but what she really wanted to do was to sit next to him, to make contact again.

Sitting forward in her seat, trying to get as close as possible without looking insane by desperately asking to touch him.

"Are you ok? Do you need anything? We can take a short break if need be."

"I'm…fine." Smooth Liz, real smooth.

He laughed. His laughter was rough and turned her insides to jelly.

"If ever there existed a statement that means the exact opposite, it's that one. We are going to be together for the foreseeable future. You need to be able to communicate with me."

She stood, pacing. "This is outrageous. It makes no sense, it can't be this way. I have been fine my entire life. Why, after only knowing you for hours, would I already feel this…never mind."

Reddington stood, stopped her from pacing by clutching her shoulders. "You feel what, Lizzie?"

She sighed in defeat. "I need to…feel you. My palms itch with it. Your mind was, god this is crazy, just…it felt like home. Like I had been there before and felt safe. I know I sound crazy and I am probably freaking you out with my needy chick routine, but I am just telling you everything."

"You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing is wrong with you. Don't ever be sorry for feeling anything and certainly not for sharing it with me. Not to make light of the situation, but you can touch me anytime, no matter what. If that is what you need, then so be it. I must warn you, I have done…questionable things through the years. You seeing them may be unavoidable, but I would never want you to fear me."

"I am not afraid." She replied, resolute.

His hands slid down her arms slowly. Finally, he gripped her hands.

Home. Instantly, warmth and affection flooded her. Her memories came first, just like last time.

Quickly following was the sporadic exotic landscape intermixed with people, faces, and now, this time numbers.

She didn't understand at first, but she quickly realized that they were routing and account numbers.

Once again pulling away, Reddington looked at her, one eyebrow raised, perplexed.

"We shouldn't touch. For some reason, you amplify the curse. Usually, I get snippets, feelings, but not fine details. With you, it's too much. I very highly doubt that you want me with the numbers to your Cayman and Swiss accounts."

"That is detailed. And risky knowledge to hand over to a thief." His tone was mocking.

He wasn't surprised. So he meant to convey the accounts to her. He wanted to see if she would disclose what she saw.

"Nice. A test. However, I would like to point out the fact that I was a thief for hire. I don't steal unless contracted to do so. I resent that you think I am some run of the mill kleptomaniac."

Leading her to the sofa, he grabbed her hands again.

Her relief was instantaneous.

It was getting easier to control the onslaught of the exchange already. His emotions were temperate and helped calm her even further.

With a deep breath, she tried again to get some answers.

"Please, continue."

"You were a toddler. We heard of you from your day care. The director there was hoping to make a quick dollar and sold the information to us. Through our surveillance, we discovered that your parents were most certainly not what they appeared to be. You mother and father appeared to have abilities as well, with your father having an extreme talent of projecting without even making physical contact."

His voice went deeper, grief began to flood her, the images of fire and blood were almost overpowering.

"I couldn't tolerate their plans for a child as someone close to me was displaying…talents as well. It hit a little too close to home and I decided to pull out of the program and protect my vulnerabilities. They decided to kill my family. To make an example of me. I couldn't let them do the same to you. I almost didn't make it."

Shock wasn't a strong enough word for what she felt.

"You know me. We know each other?"

"What do you remember of your past?"

"Very little before my adoption. Flashes of smoke and fire. Nothing else. Red, I need to know, who close to you had the curse too?"

He looked everywhere but at her, his grief intensifying. She wasn't getting any images, as if he was making an effort to block her.

She was rubbing the backs of his hands to comfort him, thinking happy thoughts of encouragement.

She had no idea if he was even receiving her thoughts, as closed off as he was.

She felt bereft lacking their connection.

He cleared his throat, hesitant.

"My daughter. My daughter was special, just like you, and they killed her for it. I couldn't protect her, but I did protect you. I always will. I swear to you, I will die before I let them get to you too."

Tbc…

A/N: Let me know what you think! I might be able to get another chapter up tomorrow to celebrate the next episode! Thank you for taking the time to read!