Two weeks had passed. Herrik Lancaster had finally been caught. Donald didn't see why it had taken so long but was happy they had gotten a blacklister. Since Red wasn't back yet, Scarlet was going to have to get the information from him.

"Donald, I need you to do me a favor." Scarlet said and Ressler raised an eyebrow.

"What do you need?" He asked. He didn't think she would ask too much from him. She was too nice for that. But, he had to worry when someone who liked Reddington so much wanted him to do something.

"Can you go in to get the information for me?" She asked and bit her lower lip. Donald furrowed a brow. "I have a headset. So, I can tell you everything to do."

"Why can't you go in?" He asked. She chewed on her lip. She could lie. She sighed. It would go better if she just told him the truth.

"I have a reputation that I need to keep. Some of the guys at the bar aren't exactly model citizens. If I lose their trust, I'll get fired." She answered. Ressler watched her face for a moment as if to see if she was trying to trick him or not.

"What will I have to do?" He asked. Scarlet looked slightly relieved. She'd been worried that he'd want a list of the men at the bar.

"Just ask him who's running Operation Clydesdale." She replied causing him to look confused.

"What the hell is that?" He asked and she shrugged.

"Red wouldn't tell me."

"Did he know you were going to bring me into this?" Ressler questioned causing her to shrug again. She reached into her purse and grabbed an ear piece that looked a little like a blue tooth head set. She handed that one to him before grabbing the other for herself.

"Just tell him that you're speaking for someone who wants to remain anonymous." She said when she saw him giving her an odd look. She helped him adjust and turn on his ear piece before hurrying him to the door.

Ressler stepped inside and saw the man handcuffed to the table. He introduced himself and told him what Scarlet had told him to say. Then, he cringed when there was static coming from the device in his ear.

"Sorry," came Scarlet's voice from the device. "Now, ask him about Clydesdale."

"Who's running Operation Clydesdale?" Ressler asked. Herrik looked bored. He drummed his fingers on the table as if waiting for Donald to say something else. "Did you hear me?"

"You don't even know what that is." Herrik said. "Do you enjoy being used as a pawn?"

"Smack him!" Scarlet instructed.

"We just got here." Donald stated and Herrik raised an eyebrow.

"I beg your pardon?" He said. Ressler pointed to the ear piece. Herrik gave a slow nod.

"Now, tell me who's running Clydesdale. Just answer that. Then, you can leave."

"No,"

"I'm telling you, you're going to have to hit him." Scarlet said.

"We've only been here a minute!"

"I'm not very patient."

"I've noticed." Donald said. Scarlet was quiet for the next ten minutes of Donald's interrogation. Then, she couldn't stand it any longer.

"Ok, It's been ten minutes. Hit him already. Otherwise, he's not going to talk." She stated and Donald rolled his eyes. He went on telling Herrik that they'd leave him here until he'd told them what they wanted to know.

"Leave me as long as you want. It's rather nice in here. No loud and offending distraction, it's nice to be able to think." Herrik said. Donald heard Scarlet groan loudly. She didn't like letting Red down. She'd do this herself but couldn't because of her freakin job.

"Please, just hit him already." She whined causing Donald to roll his eyes.

"Why don't you come up with something else?" He asked. Herrik looked confused at first before remembering the ear piece.

"...Chinese water torture,"

"No,"

"Water boarding,"

"Negative,"

"That thing where you put them over a bamboo plant and it grows through them."

"...Now, you're just being sadistic." Donald stated and she groaned again. "Try something that doesn't involve torture."

"You could seduce him." She suggested.

"Hell no."

"Come on! Use what ever moves you used on Raymond."

"How many times do I have to fucking tell you that I'm not gay!" Ressler shouted. Herrik looked shocked. Apparently, he was missing an interesting conversation. Donald blushed slightly. Scarlet figured that she had better be quiet now.

Apparently, Donald's outburst had made Herrik uncomfortable enough that he gave up the information in less than an hour. Scarlet apologized several times. Herrik was taken from the interrogation room and was transferred to a holding room.

"I'm really sorry." Scarlet said again as she rummaged through her purse for her keys.

"It's fine, but I will want to come by and see your show sometime. Maybe I'll see some of these not exactly model citizens you were telling me about." Donald replied. Scarlet kept going through the bag. Where the hell were her keys?

"You know, there are cops that go there too? It's kind of a neutral territory."

"I'd still like to see your show."

"Alright, but any day besides Friday." She said and Donald furrowed his brow.

"Why?"

"I don't sing on Fridays." She said and glanced up at him before looking back in her purse. Maybe she had left them inside.

"...But Dembe saw your show on a Friday." Donald said. Scarlet's gaze snapped up to him. She looked like she was about to panic.

"What did he say?"

"I don't remember." Donald replied. Scarlet dropped her bag and grabbed him by the shoulders. She squeezed and shook him slightly.

"Donald, what did he say about the show?" Scarlet asked. She was wide eyed, and Ressler was worried that she'd start hyperventilating or something.

"He said he wasn't expecting that kind of music." Ressler answered. Scarlet looked relieved. She let out a long breath and let her head fall against his chest.

"Thank God."

"What were you so worried about?" He asked. Scarlet stood straight up and bit her lip. She rubbed the back of her neck before she decided that she could trust him with the truth.

"On Fridays, I don't sing. I... I strip." She said and chewed on her lip again. "If Red found out about that, he'd be really pissed at me."

"Why?"

"It's a long story. I just know that he'd be really disappointed in me. Ju-Just don't tell him, please." She said. Donald gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"On one condition," he stated while giving her a small smile. She looked up at him as if asking 'what?'. "Stop saying that me and Reddington are a couple." He said and she smiled. She wrapped her arms around his torso before he could protest. Well, he wouldn't have protested, but she wasn't taking any risks.

"Deal,"

author's note_

Scarlet's story will be revealed eventually. I don't know at what point exactly though. Also, when I use her in a real book, her back story will change. Obviously, she won't have Red because that, my dear friends, would be plagiarism. Don't worry. She will always have her slightly crazy personality and the habit of pointing out men to call gay. :D Sadly, that book will not be done for a long long long time. I have too many other story ideas to work on, plus this one.