First I wanna apologize for the delay, but I was sooooo busy and actually still am.

So that brings me to the second sorry: Sorry for not thanking you guys in person for reviewing but I had like only a few very short minutes to upload this and I normally like to take some more time to write ya PM's:) But know this: I am soo thankful and every single review makes me smile like a nut;)

So, actually there will be only one or two more chapters coming, but no worries. I already have a nice knew idea and since the second season is not going to be aired for a few more months over here, I will have to bridge the time somehow and you guys can guess how I will do that;)

Now...here comes the new chapter! Have FUN!

Disclaimer: Blacklist is not mine(for details, see prologue)

The Survival of the Fittest Mind 2

Dembe jumped out of the car, banged the door shut behind him and walked to the seemingly abandoned car with a drawn weapon. He drew nearer slowly, suddenly hearing a strange muffled sound. The gun pointed slightly higher and Dembe rounded the car. He surprised himself, when a genuine laugh escaped his mouth. The scene in front of him was simply hilarious.

"Who would you be, mate?"

The muffled screams coming from the man lying bound and gagged on the ground, made Dembe laugh again. He crouched down beside him and eyed him intently. The material that had been stuffed into his mouth looked suspiciously like paper and Dembe decided to pull it out, grimacing slightly when saliva clung to it and dripped down the man's chin.

"Get those bounds off of me." Frederick immediately screamed. "You have to find her. She's crazy. Insane!"

Dembe produced a handkerchief from his pocket and still grinning, replaced the paper in Fredericks mouth with it. Not paying any further attention to the now wiggling man, he straightened the piece of paper between his hands and frowned when Liz' necklace fell down into the dirt. Picking it up, he noticed a short note scribbled on the it.

Frederick is the one you are searching for.

I will end this game and you will receive a call with the information where to find the students.

Dembe shook his head in frustration. He stood up, left the man on the floor and went back to his own car. He let himself fall into the seat and before he dialed Red's number, inhaled deeply to calm himself and prepare for a delivery of not so good news. After only one ring, Red answered.

"Did you find her?"

"No. I found her necklace."

Dembe heard a colorful curse through the phone and couldn't hold back a small smile.

"She left us a present, though."

"What? The necklace tied around a bomb?"

"No. A tied up Frederick, I assume you know who that is, and a message written on a paper stuffed in his mouth. Very creative. You could learn from her."

Red didn't comment on that, but Dembe could imagine a smirk appearing on his face.

"What did she write?" Red asked impatiently.

"That we will receive a call with the location of the students:"

"She will call?"

"She didn't define who would."

Red sighed and Dembe could hear him drinking a few gulps, before speaking again.

"I am almost done here."

"They are letting you out?"

The dry laugh from his friend made Dembe roll his eye.

"Dembe, you don't really expect me to stay here while Lizzie is traipsing around Washington's outskirts and currently not in her own mind." It wasn't a question but a statement, so Dembe didn't even think about replying.

"And you don't have to pick me up." Red continued. "I will call Mr. Kaplan and come to you with the helicopter. It may come in handy if we want to find her as soon as possible. Just tell me where you are exactly."

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Liz entered the hallways of Frederick's cottage, after picking the lock with a piece of her belt buckle.

For half an hour, she had been walking on the deserted street in direction of the cottage and finally a driver had shown mercy and taken her to her desired destination. She knew that normally she would have never climbed into the car of a stranger but since she felt the gun pressing into her hip and her ability to react heightened to a level she had never experienced before, Liz felt quiet confident that she could defend herself if push came to shove. Thankfully, I didn't come to that and she had thanked the man and eyed the huge cottage from the outside for a minute, before walking to the entrance.

Calmly she looked around the dark hallway and curiously opened the doors left and right from her. Not finding anything interesting, she walked further into the cottage, feeling her skin starting to prickle. Someone was near her.

Her hand tightened around her gun and she turned in a circle, but didn't see anyone.

Calming herself with a deep breath, Liz opened another door and her jaw dropped immediately. The room in front of her was massive and four huge monitors were hanging on the perfectly white walls. As if that was not enough, she could see three long rows of tables with white stools. At least twenty or thirty computers were adoring the tables and almost all of them were occupied by people typing.

Slowly she walked to the nearest, unoccupied computer and glanced at the monitor. Plans for building a microscope. Not interesting for Liz. She was searching for something else. Something that would tell her how Frederick had managed to lure all those people into his trap. Deciding that this must be the student's workroom, Liz retreated into the hall. The students were occupied, not even noticing her, so she assumed that it was safe to leave them alone for now. Liz opened one of the two doors she hadn't opened yet and found a small office. She smiled. Gracefully sliding into the chair at the table, she booted up the computer and waited for it to get ready for her to snoop deeply into it. After a few clicks here and there she found a folder, protected by a password. Now that could be tricky. Closing her eyes, Liz tried to remember all the details she had read about Frederick. She opened her eyes and typed the word Angel into the blinking field, but the box turned red and blinked on. She cursed. That would have been too easy, she chided herself for trying to use the easy way and started to think again. The text she had read flew by her inner eye, as if she was reading it again and suddenly it halted and one word was standing out as if highlighted. Leonardo.

Fredericks second name, his fathers and grandfathers first name and the first name of Frederick's idol Leonardo Da Vinci.

Typing the name in, her lips formed a satisfied smile when the window blinked green and the folder opened.

A list of text files and applications appeared. Her mind warned her for some reason against opening the applications. First read, then use.

Opening a random file, she skimmed through the text and chuckled.

Subliminal stimuli. Again such an easy answer to such a loaded question.

She opened some more files and what baffled her was the care that Frederick had put into his work. Every single exercise he had developed for students was spiked with masterly hidden suggestions, not noticeable unless you had the written program in front of you.

Slowly she took out her cell phone and pushed speed dial.

"Lizzie!" the men's voice sounded nervous but at the same time excited. He seemed to be in a helicopter, since Liz could hear the sound of the rotors.

"Did you find my present?" she asked amused.

"Yes we did. Mr. Kaplan takes care of him. Where are you?"

"Why are you asking? You are surely tracing my call as we speak."

Red paused and Liz took the opportunity to start talking again.

"I found the cottage. I am also sure you are aware of my location already, so you will know where Frederick's base is. Take care of the students and all the files he left. I would suggest a few session with a psychologist for each and every one."

"How did he do it, Lizzie?"

Liz grinned. He wasn't stupid at all. Of course she would have found out the answer to the big question before calling him. Maybe he simply new her too well-

"Subliminal stimuli. You will find everything in the files."

"Wait for me and we will go through them together." He tried hopefully.

Liz chuckled and got up from the chair.

"Good luck, Raymond."

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The click met Red's ear felt like an explosion.

"Damn it to hell." He cursed heartedly, but refrained from throwing his new phone on the floor. He wasn't sure if the sim-card would survive another attack on its life. He tapped Dembe on the shoulder and asked:

"Where is she?"

"Not moving….wait. The signal is gone."

"What do you mean it is gone? That's not an option." Red growled at his friend, sweat starting to appear on his skin.

"She must have taken out the sim- card."

"I want the signal."

"That's not possible." Dembe argued, equally frustrated with the whole situation.

"I WANT ELIZABETH!" Red's voice boomed and echoed from the walls of the helicopter. "IS THAT CLEAR?"

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Liz disposed the pieces of her cell phone in a trashcan and glanced at her wristwatch. She was good in time. If she judged Red's nervousness right, and she was sure she did, he must have been more than ten minutes away when they have talked. That left her with enough time to get out of the cottage and simply hide. She wouldn't be able to get far but sometimes the nearest and most obvious hiding places were the most effective ones.

Looking around her, she tried to determine which direction she should go and finally decided to head west. Directly into the thick forest. Perfect opportunities to hide and throw them off her tracks.

Before she entered the forest, she turned around and looked into the sky. A small black dot, growing steadily bigger, announced Reddington's arrival. Liz rubbed her temple, feeling a dull headache appear at the thought of this man and then Liz disappeared into the dark.

tbc...

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P.S.

Sorry forl mistakes. As I said, I was sooo busy and had to hurry!