"Get her some bandages!" Reddington exclaimed getting an intense glare from Donald.

"How many times do I have to tell you, the fucking bag tore!" Donald yelled before sneering. Red really wised that one of the symptoms of dehydration was irritation because his chances of getting shot were much higher right now.

"There's medical supplies at my hide out." Red stated and clamped his mouth shut when he heard the click of the gun being cocked.

"We'll keep going to a hospital." Donald stated and heard Sandra let out a small sob.

"Agent Ressler, she's just a child. Besides, we don't know how far it is until we can find a hospital." Red tried to reason with him.

"And we don't know that you won't kill us as soon as we get to your hideout." Donald argued. Red sighed in defeat. There was no way he was going to win this argument. He'd have to come up with something else.

"Alright." Red stated just as he saw the turn to his hideout up ahead. "Just make sure to put some pressure on the wound." He added. Donald turned to Sandra and looked down at the bleeding wound in her shoulder. He yelped when he felt Red's hand catch onto the side of his head. He didn't have time to react before his head was bashed into the dashboard, knocking him out cold.

Red turned towards his hideout before glancing at Sandra. She was looking back and forth between him and Donald in horror. He bit the inside of his jaw before looking back to the road. He didn't really have a good excuse at the moment.

"We'll be there in just a minute. You and Agent Ressler will both get the medical attention you need." Red stated. He could see the small house up ahead and sincerely hoped that nothing else went wrong.

"What are you going to do with us?" She asked holding back another sob from the pain.

"You'll be returned to your family."

"What about him?" She questioned nodding towards Donald who hadn't so much as moved. Maybe, Red had hit him harder than he meant to. He heard her make a noise of disapproval when he didn't answer.

The pick up came to a stop in front of the small white house before Red cut the engine. He opened his door and grabbed his cane. Getting out was the easy part. Staying up was an entirely different story. Sandra opened her door and felt a little sick when she saw the blood smear on the handle off of her hand. She walked over to Red, who was struggling greatly, and put her uninjured shoulder under his arm to keep him up.

"Is this your revenge?" Red asked jokingly. "I'm the bad guy. So, while you're hurt to a much greater extent than I am, you're going to make it look like I'm the one who can't handle myself." He added and saw a small smile tugging at her lips. The door opened causing Red to give a broad smile.

"Ah, Newton. It's good to see you again." Red greeted as Newton looked him over. He wanted to asked what had happened, why he had been missing for days, but he knew he shouldn't in front of people he wasn't familiar with. "I need you to fix up Sandra's shoulder and take care of Donald back there. He's dehydrated, and I may have given him a concussion a few moments ago."

"Sir?" Newton said startled, his eyes widening slightly.

"Oh don't looked so shocked. I've had worse days." Red stated getting a shocked look from Sandra.

"...That's not normal." She said causing him to chuckled as they walked inside the barley furnished room.

"Says the girl we found in the back of a pick up." He stated as she helped him sit down in an armchair. Red couldn't help the groan of comfort as he leaned back in the seat and sat his hurt foot up on a footstool. Newton ordered a larger, more muscular man to go out and get Donald while he, himself, led Sandra into another room to tend to her wound.

Soon, Donald was carried in and the man was looking at Red as if for instructions. He pointed to a sofa where Donald could be placed. The man obeyed the silent order before handcuffing Donald to the armrest and leaving the room.

Red sat and thought in silence as he watched the unconscious man. What could he do to make Donald's life a living hell? To be completely honest, did he even have to change anything to do that? The man was already chasing number four on the most wanted list constantly as if in need of some kind of recognition from the public.

Donald groaned and sat up but found that he couldn't get away from the armrest. He rubbed the side of his head as he glared at Red. It was obvious he wanted to curse at him but didn't want to piss him off. Red reached over to a table where Newton had placed two bottles of water and picked one of them up. He tossed one to Donald who caught it easily. Maybe, he hadn't given Donald a concussion after all.

"I'm guessing it's poisoned." Donald stated.

"Where would the fun be in that, Agent Ressler? I wouldn't get my chance to torture you." Reddington replied before taking a drink of his own water. Ressler looked worried at that but opened the bottle anyway and took a long drink.

"What do you plan on doing with Sandra?" Donald asked obviously wanting to avoid questions about himself.

"She'll be sent home." Red answered before giving a smug grin. "And you," he added causing Donald to avert his eyes. "Will go back on your little chase."

"What?" Ressler asked, his gaze shooting back up.

"I'm letting you go...This time." Red stated. "But if you get in my way again, I'll have you killed." He added. "My condition is that you take Sandra to the nearest police station and find out where you need to take her to get her home."

"I think it's safe to say we have a deal."

Red sat sipping a glass of wine as he watched the news. At the moment, they were doing a segment on Donald. Apparently, when Ressler had gone to the police station, he had been claimed a hero for rescuing Sandra. The fact that he'd been missing for a little over a week after being run off the road by a drug dealer just seemed to sweeten the story enough for reporters to pick it up.

"I thought he was supposed to go back to chasing you. Wasn't that supposed to be how you tortured him, by always being one step ahead of him?" Newton asked as Red took another sip.

"When this blows over, which shouldn't be more than a week, things will go back to normal. This'll just get the little bastard off of my ass for a little while."

author's note_

That's all for this story but expect a sequel :). I hope you guys liked it. All feedback is welcomed. Also, sorry that the last chapter wasn't more exciting. This just seemed like an appropriate ending to me.