Tom

It had been a few hours since he had started the trek and he was making good time. Needless to say, he had been thrilled when the GPS monitor indicated that Liz was headed toward his direction rather than away. It would shorten the time it would take to meet up with her. He was so lost in the thought of seeing her again that he almost missed the vibration of the sat phone in his pack. He unfastened the bag from his waist and placed it on the ground to dig in the pocket.

"Go," he said into it.

"Lizzie has been shot. It was an accident and I'm not sure of the severity. From what I could gather from Agent Ressler, a bullet struck her in the back and she fell into the creek that runs through the area. Due to the recent rains it was quick moving and pulled her away from her pursuers."

"I'm headed in her direction and she is headed in mine. She isn't moving fast but up until a short time ago she was moving steadily. I think she may have bedded down for the night. Based on my current pace I should be on her in two hours."

"Keep me apprised."

The phone call ended abruptly but Tom didn't care. His focus was solely on getting to Liz especially now that he knew she was wounded. She had never been shot before but he was something of an expert. The first aid kit he brought wasn't geared towards a serious wound but he should be able to patch her up enough to make it to whatever medical help Reddington could provide. The man had contacts just about everywhere.