When something goes right, too easy, a wise man is bound to suspect. That's what Donald felt when they took over Berlin's hideout in just a few minutes.

"Where is he? Where is Berlin?" Tom Keen was interrogating one of the guards who were taken hostage, while the other men from the FBI went over the facility.

Raymond Reddington just observed, from afar, and Donald knew that was not a good sign. He knew something, or at least felt it. He approached the men.

"He's not here, right?" he said, and Red just nodded, closing his eyes with a disappointed sigh.

"Apparently not."

"Do you suspect him?" he pointed Keen with his chin, and Reddington looked at him with piercing eyes. Tom Keen was going rough on the man he was questioning, too rough. Exaggeration, or a way to pretend?

"Leave him" Reddington said, and Keen stopped, confused. The man approached him and took the hostage from his grip, throwing him on the floor as he got closer to Tom, intimidatingly.

"What? We must know! He was here, I swear!" Red just got even closer, getting Tom by his neck, and pressing, slightly. "No, wait, I swear!" and he started to cough.

Donald didn't know if he looked the other way or stopped him, but then he noticed the man who was being questioned start laughing on the floor. He moved to him immediately.

"Something funny?" he stepped on the man's hand, making him scream, what caught Red's attention, and he released Tom.

"He said you were going to kill each other. And then, it would be too late." Ressler kneeled on the men's chest and grabbed his neck, very similar to what Red was doing to Tom.

"How did he know we were coming? Who told him?"

"You have a little bird, agent. And this little bird is taking him home." The man said, and then two bullets hit him on the head, startling Donald. He looked up to see Red pointing the gun.

"We have another mole." He said, as he knew it wasn't Diane, he had taken care of this. Aram and the other agents came running as they heard the shots, and looked at the scene, perplexed.

"what happened?" Aram said, and then Reddington pointed the gun at him. "Woah, what?"

"We have another mole, and I'll start working on the suspects. It isn't Donald, or me. So."

"Why me? Why not him?" Aram pointed at Tom Keen, but Red dismissed it.

"I already checked him" he said, as Tom was still rubbing his neck to recover.

"I'm not the mole, Donald, tell him. Why would I come here with you if I was the mole? You were bond to find out something was off as soon as you got here, it wouldn't be smart of me to be here when you did it, would it?"

Donald stopped to think ,and his friend and partner was right. I would be smarter to be out of the raid, somewhere far, or… Somewhere they could help Berlin immediately.

"Samar offered to stay with Liz" he said, looking at Reddington, and the older man figured it out immediately as well. He lowered the gun and both of them ran.

"Call for backup, Aram. Send them to my house! Now!" he said, but Aram was already on it.

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'You should calm down, Liz" Samar said, as Liz was again rubbing her hands, apprehensive.

"How can you ask me to calm down?" she said, looking at the woman.

"I mean that, for the baby" Samar answered calmly, and Liz took a deep breath. She was right, but it was hard to stay calm. She looked at her phone again, nothing. She stood up.

"Where are you going?" Samar said, touching her weapon. Liz noted that and though it was weird.

"I'm going to get some water. Is it okay?" her tone was ironic. She was a bit irritated with the woman, she wanted to be alone. But she knew she needed protection.

She put her phone into her pocket, and then felt it vibrate. She picked it up right after and looked at it as she went to the kitchen. It was a message from Donald.

"Samar is with Berlin. Get out of there, now!"

She looked back at the woman, who was distracted with the tv. Maya was sitting right next to her, and there was no way to call the girl without calling the woman's attention. She continued on her way to the kitchen, trying to recall her tactical training.

In the kitchen, she put a knife into her pocket and searched for the gun they had stashed somewhere, but she couldn't remember where. She typed a quick message back.

"She's with Maya. I can't leave. Where are you?"

Then, she decided to take a chance.

"Maya, honey? Are you hungry? I'll make you a Peanut butter and Jelly Sandwich." She screamed from the kitchen, wondering if that would bring the girl in. She knew they only ate in the kitchen.

She found the gun under the first drawer in the cabinet, and checked it to see if it had ammo. Two bullets, it was the deal, for safety only. She could bring Samar down with two bullets. Her men, on the other hand. There were 5 more men around the house, and she didn't know if they were traitors like Samar or if they were FBI. Regardless, they might try to attack her if she takes a stand against the agent, because they don't know who she really is yet. She closed her eyes as she heard someone coming to the kitchen, relieved. Maybe she wouldn't need to shoot anyone.

"Hey, kiddo, what do you want, blueberry or raspberry?" she asked, but when she turned she didn't like what she saw.

Samar was holding Maya, covering her mouth with one hand as she pointed a gun to her head with the other. The other men were around them, shielding her and pointing a gun at Liz. From behind them, a voice she knew, from way back in time.

"Hello, Masha" he said, and revealed himself.

"Rostova" Liz muttered under her breath, holding the gun in her hand tightly and pointing it at him.

"Oh, sweetie. No, no, no. No guns in the house, or do you want something to happen with the kids?" he turned to Maya, and Samar tightened her grip on the girl. She closed her eyes, tears coming from them, as she tried to scream but couldn't.

"Please, let her go. I'll do whatever you want, just let my daughter go."

She lowered the gun, scared, and dropped it far from her. He kicked it even further, as he approached.

"Aren't you going to give your father a kiss?" he came closer to her, and she frowned as he kissed her cheek. He put a hand on her belly, and looked down.

"Oh, look at you, Masha. So big! Too bad what's inside it is from that American scum. You know you can't have this baby, right?" and he took a knife from his pocket and put it on her belly, and she could feel the cold steel of it on her skin.

"No" she cried, and she didn't know what to do. She was powerless, once he was threatening her children. "What do you want?" she said, her watery eyes looking deep inside his.

"You know what I want, Masha. I want the Fulcrum."

"I don't have it" she said, and he laughed scornfully.

"Don't lie to your father, Masha Ivanova. Where is it?" he turned the knife, and the sharpened edge grazed her skin, scratching it. She knew all he had to do was press it and it would cut her. She cried again.

"I don't know!" she screamed, and she gripped the table behind her, with fear. "You're not my father."

The man seemed surprised to see her say that, as if he didn't know she already knew the truth. She noticed that, and decided to use to her advantage. "My father is Raymond Reddington, and my name is Elizabeth" she said firmly, as she reached into her pocket and then stuck the knife she had there into his neck.

Because of the surprise, he pressed the knife he had to her belly, cutting her deep before he let it go to hold his own wound. The men around him also got surprised, and started moving. At the same moment Liz plunged the knife into Ivan, Maya bit Samar's hand and then kicked her foot with all the strength she got, forcing the woman to let her go, and then she ran as fast as she could, getting out of the back door.

As Liz saw her daughter free and running towards safety, she dove to the floor and reached her gun as the men started shooting her, but then somebody else came shooting from outside, killing the men as she stood up. It was a big dark man, Red's man.

She sighed relieved as he took over the situation, and then both of them pointed a gun at Samar, who saw had no way out and surrendered, tossing her gun away from her.

Liz held her wound and was starting to shake, nervous, but couldn't move. She was holding Samar at gun point as Dembe took out of his bag a rope and went around the woman to tie her hands.

As soon as he dropped her down to the floor and tied her, a bang on the door showed that the rest of the men had arrived. Donald came first, and she finally dropped the gun, falling into his arms.

"Oh my God, Donald! My belly!" she screamed, and he touched her wound desperate.

"No, no, calm down, calm down, Liz!" he ripped her t-shirt to see it, and could see it wasn't so serious, it was just a cut. "You're going to be fine, baby, calm down." He held her close, shushing her as the other men came inside.

They saw the men down on the ground, and Reddington stopped particularly at Ivan, dead with a kitchen knife to his neck. He turned and kneeled next to Don and Liz, and touched her face.

"I'm sorry you had to do that" he said, deeply sorry. She looked at him, and then put his arms around him on a quick but heartfelt hug. Then, she went back to Donald.

Cooper took over Samar, ordering his men to take her into custody. She looked deep into Aram's eyes before going out.

"We should've known, sir." Aram said, hurt. "I… should've known."

"You had no way to know, Aram. Truth is we should've paid a bit more attention on that heated little British woman, she was the one we should've trusted." He said, regretting being suspicious of Meera Malik. "Please, start over the process, here. Let's get out of this place as soon as we can."

"Maya! Where's Maya?" Donald said, and he and Liz stood up quickly, going to the garden. The little girl was hidden behind a bush, curled up and crying. He touched her back slightly and she screamed, but then saw it was her father and jumped to his arms.

After being looked at by a paramedic, Liz was fine and her cut was superficial. Men were coming and going into her house, but she found some peace and quiet by sitting by Reddington on the couch.

"Thank you" she said, and the man looked at her.

"Thank me for what, Lizzie? You did it all. I'm sorry we weren't here." He repeated, and she tapped his hand slightly.

"What did he want?" Red asked, and she looked away, thinking about the threats she had suffered.

"The Fulcrum. I don't even know what it is. I just heard about it. Why would he think I have it?" she asked, and then looked at him. He stopped to think, and then said.

"Did your mother give you a pendant, and old and heavy amber locket?" she thought about it, and then stood up, going up the stairs. She opened her jewelry box and took the locket from a hidden compartment inside.

She looked at it as Reddington entered the room, and spoke from behind her.

"Before it all went South, your mother and I started a plan to take Rostova down. I tried putting this plan into action even when she didn't forgive me, and it almost worked, that's why he created Berlin. I wasn't successful because I needed 1 final piece in the puzzle. This locket."

"What does it do?" she said, holding it in front of her eyes and analysing it, curious.

"It's a file. It's a list including a series of names of criminals, ruthless and smart criminals most agencies don't even know about. A blacklist."

She handed it to him, but he denied it.

"No. I'm done with it. give it to your husband. Maybe there's a chance the FBI can do good with it, take these people off the street".

She held it close to her chest, and then put it into her pocket.

"They are leaving" Donald appeared at the door, and Reddington took his leave.

"I'll leave you two alone. Lizzie, I hope one day you can give me the pleasure of being part of your life. Until then, I'll be watching you. He held her hand and squeezed it, and she gave him a faint smile. She wasn't sure that day would ever come, but she was starting to feel in her heart maybe there was a way to go over all the mess.

Reddington left, and Donald came closer, taking her into his arms, in which she fell gladly.

"Uh, is it over?' she said, her voice muffled by his chest.

"It's over." He smiled, relieved. "our house looks a mess, though.

She looked up at him, eye to eye. "What if we moved? Let's find somewhere new, start again." He frowned, thinking about it. "no more lies" He smiled, starting to like the idea. She smiled back, and then kissed him on the lips.