"So, how's Reddington?" Donald asked. He didn't really care. He just wanted to make conversation with Scarlet. Maybe they could eventually talk about something other than Raymond. After all, Scarlet was beautiful, and Donald, who would never admit it, was a tad lonely.

"He says his crotch still hurts, but that's completely understandable." Scarlet replied. The two were walking towards the parking garage at the moment. Ressler was happy that they could have a little time alone. "Sorry but I don't think that you two will be getting to do anything for a while." Scarlet added. Ressler raised an eyebrow.

"I don't understand." He said and the two stopped. Scarlet reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out her keys.

"Well, he won't be back until the start of next month. He has to take a few days to heal up. Then, he has to work with his client about payment." She replied but Donald was still confused.

"What would we be doing if he was here?" Ressler asked. Scarlet bit her lower lip. How was she supposed to say this? She rubbed the back of her neck and gave him a crooked smile.

"Each other," she answered. Donald didn't look like he understood. Then, it dawned on him. His eyes widened. Had she really just said that he and Reddington had been sleeping together?

"We aren't together! What the hell has he been telling you?"

"He hasn't told me anything. You know, when you live with someone, you're usually having sex?"

"We're both straight!" Donald nearly yelled. Scarlet looked him up and down.

"I'm not buying it." She stated and started walking to her car. He couldn't let it end like this.

"Call Red. He'll tell you." He said and Scarlet sighed. She pulled her phone out and dialed. She out it on speaker and held it between them.

"What do you need, Scarlet?" Red asked who sounded like he was still in pain.

"Are you and Donald dating?" Scarlet asked bluntly. There was a pause on the other end.

"Scarlet, I think there's something wrong with the line." Red said with a small chuckle. "I could have sworn you just asked me if I was dating Ressler."

"I did. Now, answer the question."

"No! What the hell have you been smoking?" Red nearly yelled into the phone. They guessed that he had moved the wrong way because he yelped in pain.

"But McCarthy said that you two were the perfect couple." Scarlet said. Donald's gaze shot from the phone to her. "Well, she did."

"Who has she been telling?" Donald asked.

"Donald? When did you get there?" Red asked. "And, why haven't you been trying to talk some sense into her?"

"She wouldn't believe me."

"I still don't believe it. Don't worry. McCarthy only told me." Scarlet chimed in.

"Great job, Donald." Red said sarcastically. "In a few days, you convinced a woman you were gay."

"Hey! She thought you were gay too." Donald retorted and Red paused.

"Shut the hell up!"

"You shut up! You're the one who started it!"

"You two are a very dysfunctional couple." Scarlet broke in.

"WE'RE NOT GAY!" They both yelled in unison. Scarlet looked unimpressed.

"I'm still not buying it."