A/N: Apologies for the gap in posting. The breadwinner is looking for a new job and has tons of interviews all over the US and Canada, and the other is finalizing wedding details. But on a positive, we are actively writing a new story too (might actually end up being a love story too)! Enjoy we will try our best to get more up within a week or so.

Red had not moved from his spot on the floor. He had suffered worse at the hands of the Constant, but that did not help make the pain he felt dissipate. In his mind, he kept reminding himself he was free from the four walls that had been his home for the past few years. For now, the nasty voice in his head reminded him. As soon as they got what they wanted, if he could even help them, he was sure whatever deal they had made would disappear. Red would be returned to be tortured by the Constant until he finally died. Death, how he had wished for it many of nights curled up shaking after one of his sessions with the Constant. For the longest time, the Constant seemed to be obsessed with water. It started with forcing Red to consume large quantities of water while tied to a chair. Gallon after gallon of water was forced down his throat. The torture was simple, it was meant to humiliate him. Being tied to the chair, he was forced to piss himself and sit in his own filth. It had been punishment, he was told, for the first time he had become severely dehydrated after refusing to drink the bottles of water given to him (due to the fact that they were almost always laced with some unpleasant drugs, laxatives, and/or psychedelic). Red was forced to piss himself and sit in the filth because he could not leave the chair he was restrained to. It was supposed to be humiliating, but in truth, it was just uncomfortable.

Eventually, exhaustion from the pain and the fact that the stamina he once head disappeared after years of being confined to a small cell, Red fell asleep again curled into himself. His dreams, of course, were of torture. It was rare he escaped the world he found himself in, even in his sleep. The dreams were simply extensions of his memories of the last few years. The last few years he had suffered through because he was sure it was all deserved. That he was paying for his part in Liz's death. But she wasn't dead, and he suffered still.

Aram rushed over to Liz's and Resslers office. He had just hit the mother load. Once inside, he closed the door and looked around a bit paranoid because if anyone found out what he had been doing while he was multitasking looking for information on the name Reddington had given them, Aram knew he would have been in trouble.

"What is wrong Aram?" Liz asked seeing a familiar look on Aram's face. Triumph mixed with fear, often reserved for any dealings Aram had with Reddington.

"I found out where they have been holding Reddington," Aram said in a voice just above a whisper, looking at the door to ensure no one was coming in.

"How?" Donald asked, "We have been searching…"

"Liz told me that Captain Douglass was the man in charge of Reddington's confinement." Aram purposely avoided using the word torture. "I searched for his post. If he is still part of the Armed Forces, which he must be, then there will be a record of his latest posting."

"But how do we know it's the location?" Liz asked, "They could put anything down as his post, and we have to know way of knowing."

"Correct, they could have, that is why I searched beyond that record and was able to get access to some files that were uploaded for Director Hopewell's eyes only," Aram said.

"I don't even want to know how you did it," Ressler said knowing they were all crossing a line right now. Just knowing what Aram had found was enough to get them all charges of treason (at the worst). "What did you find?"

"Captain Douglass has been sending monthly updates. He is actually very careful. The information was never meant to be uploaded to any computer that was not air gapped. But Director Hopewell was not so careful. He uploaded the files to a computer that was not air-gapped, and he shared them with others. I am not sure exactly who yet, as I have not followed that information yet."

"Wait." Liz said confused, "How did you go from finding where Red was held at to this?"

Aram smiled, "Rather easily. Once I knew the location, I just did a general search and found that once a month a diplomatic pouch left. Every month on the 1st to be exact. It left the location and was delivered to Director Hopewell's office. The files were highly secured because each time the package was delivered I was able to discern that the Director had to sign for them himself. This meant they were beyond Top Secret. They were black files that were not supposed to exist at all."

Both Ressler and Liz were astounded by what Aram was able to do, and it had only been a few hours. They knew he was good, but this was beyond good.

Aram was getting excited and continued to talk fast, "So once I was able to set up a timeline of the packages being sent and the delivery to the Director, I hacked his computer."

"You hacked the Director of Clandestine Services computer?" Ressler asked flabbergasted.

"Yes. Both his office and his home computer."

"Will they be able to…" Ressler did not even get to finish his sentence.

"No. At least I don't think so. I was careful. If they do trace it, it won't lead back to here." Aram did not care to explain exactly how he covered his tracks, it was not legal and it was something that would make both the other agents uncomfortable. Reddington had been the only person Aram had ever used this knowledge for, and he was sure Reddington would be the last person he would ever use it for.

"Anyways" Aram continued, "The Director was not careful. I was able to track the upload of files to his hard drive both in office and again at home"

"What were in the files?" Liz asked no longer caring how Aram did it.

"They were video files." Aram said swallowing, "I copied them to a thumb drive."

"Did you see what's on the videos?" Ressler asked.

"Only briefly." Aram said, "I didn't want to get caught watching them."

"What?" Liz asked.

"Mr. Reddington was on the videos."

"What?"

"Hours of Mr. Reddington's life, since he first entered the facility they were holding him at." Aram did not know if he should give Liz and Donald the thumb drive, from the few seconds he had seen, it was not pleasant. Mr. Reddignton did deserve some privacy.

"They recorded it?" Liz said.

"Yes. Based on the size and number of files I would say most of it." Aram responded shifting uncomfortably. "The Director appeared to access some of the files often. I only looked at the one he accessed the most." Aram looked down at the memory of what he had seen in the brief few seconds of the video. "There are also notes that correspond to each file."

"Notes by whom?" Ressler asked seeing that his partner was now pale. Ressler himself felt sick to his stomach and he had yet to see what they had done to Reddington.

"Captain Douglass. It includes the profile by Agent Keen, Douglass own profile, all of the case notes from Agent Ressler, and detailed analyses of each session with Reddington."

"No one else can know about this," Ressler said.

"I know." Aram said, "I have no told anyone else."

"Is that the drive you have saved them to?" Liz asked noting the thumb drive finally that Aram had been clutching in one of his hands.

"Yes." Aram answered, "But I don't think we should watch the videos."

"Why?" Liz asked wanting to know exactly what Red had suffered.

"Because Mr. Reddington deserves his privacy." Aram said, "I only copied them because I wanted proof of what had happened."

"Proof for what?" Liz asked.

"If they do not keep their deal." Aram said, "I will use the information to help him."

Before Ressler or Liz could ask Aram what he would do with the information, Samar interrupted their conversation by walking in.

"Dembe is here," Samar said noting the looks on everyone in the room. There was something going on, she thought but decided not to ask what the three had been conspiring about.