A/N: Dear god I hope you all are still here! I'm so sorry for the disappearance. Some personal issues came about that needed handling. School started and anyway, I do apologize and I do hope you all will stick with me through this story. I do love reviews so as always please them for me! As I stated before, the rest of this story is focusing on them. What is this power she has? Does she know it's there? Will Red help her? Is it…meant to be? Ooo decisions decisions! I do hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing PWP with just a little bit of plot! Characters aren't mine, just borrowing them! Though if the owners wanted to take a bit here and there…ah we can all dream right?

Lizzie woke slowly. She felt more relaxed than she had in a while. She stretched, staring at the ceiling and letting her mind wander for just a bit. She felt…deliciously satiated. Her eyes narrowed. Almost too satiated for just a rather spectacular wet dream. She combed through the dream, desperate for some kind of clue as to what was really going on. She felt a low buzzing throughout her body as well. it wasn't uncomfortable, it was just…there.

She sat up and looked around, Tolliver was asleep on the end of the bed. She narrowed her eyes at him. His coat was definitely different. It was actually subtle. Very subtle. But she was absolutely sure there were less stripes than before.

Lizzie went about her usual morning schedule. She got up, petted Tolliver a moment even though she was suspicious as hell of the feline, ate some breakfast and took a quick shower. The only difference was her mind. Over and over again she combed the evening for any kind of clue, something to tell her she wasn't imagining things. That something was definitely up so to speak.

She remembered getting home, remembered thinking about how Red had found time to scold her in the firefight. She rolled her eyes, even now as she cleaned her apartment for lack of anything better to do.

She remembered getting ready for the bath and sliding into the warm water. And then…it was hazy. She didn't remember falling asleep, but that wasn't abnormal. Who remembers falling asleep on any given night? She shook her head, scrubbing the sink perhaps a bit too hard. No she couldn't count that as odd. The dream though. It was so…so vivid in her mind. So bright, not hazy like most dreams at all. With a red blush creeping up her face she danced over every single detail.

The longer she thought about the way he'd touched her, the longer she reviewed every minute detail and more attention she paid that dream, the hotter she grew. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary about it. Except…she sat the sponge down on the counter, turning and crossing her arms as she leaned against it. She narrowed her eyes and concentrated very deliberately on just a single second of the dream she'd had.

…"Damn!" there was a minor thump as the tub jostled a bit, her eyes cracked open for just a moment, she narrowed her eyes a bit as what looked like Tolliver fizzled, blinked out and then back in and then she was back under the spell….

"AHA!" she pointed triumphantly into the air. There! That moment, that wasn't part of the dream. It couldn't have been. There was just no way her mind would conjure that in such a delectable wet dream. But wait…did that mean it wasn't a dream at all? She hurried to the spot on the wall she'd set Tolliver's bowls and food on. She studied them, quickly deducing they hadn't been touched at all. Not the food or the water, or even the toys she'd set down.

As Lizzie started to piece together that Tolliver either was Red or at the very least had something to do with him, she could feel that buzzing warmth growing within her. It was almost as if it were excited too, as if it wanted her to piece it all together and confront him. As if it were pulled toward him, as much as she was if not more.

Tolliver wandered into the room as she stood studying the bowls. He sat, watching her closely as she hadn't noticed him. She knew. And he knew she knew. It was now only a matter of time before she confronted him. He weighed his options. He could show himself now, or wait and see what she would come up with. Perhaps she hadn't deduced he was Red yet, and would disclose her plans to him. He could see the gears turning in her head, as she seemed to do a lot lately.

She didn't look particularly angry though. Maybe a little perturbed but at what he wouldn't know until she told him.

Lizzie looked up to see Tolliver watching her, his tail swishing lazily back and forth. She had to admit, he didn't seem like the powerful Concierge of Crime. Sure, for a cat he was elegant but most cats were. His green eyes were disconcertingly close to the current man that plagued her thoughts. The strange buzzing, which she'd realized had actually started the night before, pulsed when she looked at the cat.

It had to be him. The cat had to be him. It had to be. Right? She wasn't crazy? She walked towards him slowly.

"I know it's you. It's the only thing that makes any kind of sense at the moment," she ventured, peeling her yellow cleaning gloves from her hands. Tolliver merely stretched and meowed, padding quickly to the front door and scratching at it.

"Oh no, no no, I know it's you Red. It has to be you. You glitched whatever the hell you've been doing last night, you glitched it." she stood with her feet shoulder width apart, hands on her hips. She had the most adorable determined look on her face. Tolliver meowed more insistently at the door.

"Red, the jig is up, show yourself dammit!" she stomped her foot and crossed her arm but the feline merely meowed again, circling in front of the door and she growled in frustration.

"Fine, you wanna play this game, we'll play," she stomped to the door flinging it open, squeaking in shock to see Red standing there, his hand raised as if to knock.

"Lizzie!" he smiled exuberantly as Tolliver ran out the door. "I see you're up and about early!" he breezed in, a bag in one hand and coffee in the other.

Her eyes widened as a burst of magical energy pulsed through her, hard and hot and just a little bit wanton. She quickly scanned the outside for any sign of Tolliver but the feline was gone. She turned, quickly shutting the door.

"I dreamed of you last night," she watched him sit at her table, pulling two bagels from the bag and setting the coffee down as well.

"Oh do tell darling girl, I must admit you've plagued my dreams for a while," he smiled, "And come sit down, try this bagel and coffee. I picked it up fresh from this absolutely astonishing little café just down the street. Honestly Lizzie, its simply delicious." He looked up, his lips almost rolling around the last word and she felt heat spark down into her belly. His green eyes were nothing short of the bedroom variety, almost glowing in their intensity. He was playing with her dammit. She just knew it.

"Red…how did you get in my house? What's going on? I know it was you and that it wasn't a dream it couldn't have possibly been a dream I had last night." She began pacing and quickly spoke.

She could feel that strange buzzing, pulsing, warming as if it knew something she didn't. As if it were excited for something she had no idea was going to happen but it knew. The more she ranted, the more and more aggravated and aroused she became. She never looked at him as she recalled the dream she'd had. Even when she recalled the details that had led her to conclusion he was most definitely involved and he was most definitely not a dream. He couldn't have been.

And he just watched her, the breakfast he'd brought forgotten. He had hoped his sleight of hand of appearing just on the other side of the door would throw her off but it seemed the attempt had been unsuccessful. And his magic, lord his magic was going absolutely out of its mind. He could feel it pulsing, buzzing, running through his veins, as if eager to unite with Lizzie and the latent magic he'd unintentionally set free the night before.

It made him wonder if there was any truth in the magic world about mates. But that was an avenue to explore later perhaps. Besides, he'd already decided Lizzie was the only woman he wanted for the rest of his life. If their magic jived well together to strengthen them, than that was just icing on the cake. Or cream in the saucer, he smiled to himself.

"Lizzie, darling, are you saying you believe I'm a cat or a…shifter of some sort?" he cocked his head, setting his fedora on the table. Her blue eyes met him, clear but wild as well.

"Don't you do that, don't you talk to me like I'm crazy dammit, my whole life has been a shit storm of good and bad since you've managed to wheedle your way into it, I'm sure with you anything goes," she growled angrily. He bit the inside of his cheek, nodding in concession to her statement. She seemed to calm slightly at his acknowledgement.

"Ok so let's run with this fanciful thought line shall we? Why would I appear to you as a cat? Why would I insinuate myself so intimately in your dreams?" he stood, removing his suit jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair he'd just occupied. He slid his hands into his pockets, walking towards her. The closer he got the stronger and more intense the magic between them became. The magic in their bodies became. He was more than just curious now, and she was too and he knew she felt it as well. Even if she wasn't sure exactly what was going on.

"Subterfuge is your specialty Red, you tell me," she crossed her arms belligerently. She wasn't backing down. She meant business.

"While that is most definitely true in the line of my business, it most certainly isn't when it comes to women, Elizabeth. I assure you, when I desire a woman, she knows in the most blatant displays of sexual prowess I possess, sweetheart," he came to a stop in front of her, his baritone voice making her thrum with arousal and anticipation. The atmosphere was thick between them.

"As I do recall dropping hints about deep throat and the gspot, both of which I'd be happy to explore with you if that's what you want," his emerald eyes seemed molten and even he was beginning to get drunk on the power surging inside him as well as between them. It was heady and fraught with tension and desire.

"Crude statements spoken to make a point hardly qualify as a blatant display of sexual prowess, Reddington," she grit her teeth. The buzzing that had been ignorable was now thrumming too hot and heavy to even attempt to pretend it wasn't there. "You're deflecting, just answer the questions, will you? Tell me what you're up to, what it is you want!"

"You."

The softly spoken word hung between them. Her heart was racing. This was the most forward he'd ever been with her before. She knew he cared deeply for her that much was apparent. But she never expected him to actually answer such a direct question.

"Me?" she furrowed her brow at him. This was getting off track. This wasn't exactly what she meant by what he wanted and what he was up to. "No, no, I meant-"

"I'm well aware what you meant Elizabeth and I've answered you're questions as plainly as I possibly can. I want you. I'm up to you, I'm dancing in subterfuge deep enough for a James Bond movie as you put it because I want you." He answered quietly, slowly. He turned and walked back to the table, sure he'd thrown her enough to buy himself some time. He would be back this evening, as Tolliver but he knew she would make him shift as well.

"So you are some kind of shifter? You…what, are like…magical?" she pounced on his unsaid confirmation as such. She followed him to the table, leaning on her hands right above him. Her electric blue eyes bore into the side of his head as he prepared his bagel.

"I never confirmed such nonsense, Lizzie," he murmured, setting his bagel down and quickly standing and mirroring her stance. Their faces were mere inches apart, enough that their breathing fanned the other's lips as it were.

Lizzie narrowed her eyes at him, the thicker the tension became the headier the buzzing feeling within them became as well. She was not stupid. He had started this game, prancing in here as a cat. Invading her dreams and unearthing her deepest naughtiest desires about himself. This was not nonsense! It was…it was something. Something strange and exhilarating and mind boggling. And something she tenaciously wanted to uncover.

Red could feel her resolve sharpening and he groaned inwardly. He had expected no less from her in complete honesty, he only wished the game had lasted a little longer.

"I know you feel that, feel the…power or whatever it is. It's swirling Red, it's all around us, it's in us but you don't seem thrown by it at all," she murmured back. "It's as if you know what it is, you know what's going on and I want in dammit. I want in."

Red chewed the inside of his cheek, watching her carefully. He would make her wait. He'd leave her with doubt, return in the evening, perhaps even blatantly different, and if she was still just as immovable as she was now, he'd reveal himself.

"It's called tension, sweetheart, sexual tension," he stood and put his jacket on, swiping his hat from the table, "I'm afraid I'm out of time for the morning, I do have a nefarious business full of what not's and what the hell's, as so elegantly stated by you as well, to attend to. Perhaps it's your subconscious trying to tell you something, perhaps you're more attracted to me than even you want to believe." He turned towards her once at the door. His green eyes bore hard into hers and a blush crept up her neck and face.

"Maybe it's you with the fanciful thoughts and subterfuge Lizzie," he arched a brow and then was gone.

Lizzie stood there for a long moment, staring at the shut door. The power surging in her body diminished as he left, but it never completely went away. She grit her teeth, glaring after his long gone back.

If it was one thing Lizzie was, it was determined and stubborn. She'd make him reveal himself this evening. She'd make him explain everything, she'd make him tell her everything. Show her everything. And dammit, if she had to admit her desire in the process so be it.