Ressler got into the black site with the three of his colleagues, coming back from the diner. He moved to his office with nervous steps, "Adam, my office, please."

She looked at Aram and Samar worried. She could guess why he wants to talk to her. She followed him to his office.

He sat to his desk slowly, "Okay, Adam. I'm listening. What happened there?"

She looked at him confused, "What exactly are you talking about, Ressler?"

He leaned to the desk, "Reddington had made that up for a reason, Adam. He planned for it. It was a prison break to get that guy, Gerard. Why did he need that lawyer?"

Maya shrugged, "I don't know."

He sighed angry, "Maya, we've already lost them. It won't harm them or you, if you help me understand why Reddington did that."

She shook her head, "Ressler, I really don't know. All I could guess that Red needed him to review some documents he has against The Cabal."

Ressler furrowed his brows, "Could you see what was included in these documents? Are they different from those published in the newspaper? ... Did you...?"

She cut him off, "I don't know anything, Don. You can ask any of the hostages. Red and Liz never mentioned anything that can help you."

Ressler nodded, "I'm working on it. Including the guy Reddington attacked."

She yelled at him, "Reddington didn't attack anyone. This man attacked Keen. She had to hit him back to protect herself and get her gun back from him. And I'm sure if you check him, you will find a record that proves he's a violent person."

He gazed at her, before asking calm, "Did Reddington tell you where he's going to, or what's his next move after he got Gerard?"

She shook her head, "Of course not, he won't put me in such jeopardy."

He sighed and moved his hand over his hair, "Why did you get in there, Maya? Really."

She took a deep breath, "I needed to..." She couldn't talk anymore, so she rested her forehead on her palm trying to hold her tears.

Ressler sighed and got up walking to her. He touched her shoulder gently, "It's okay Maya. I got it."

She raised her eyes to him, so he swallowed, "I trust you, Maya. I trust Keen too. So I need you to review that lawyer's file. You and Aram. Check every single detail. Every person connected to him. I need to understand."

Maya nodded at him and got up heading to her desk.

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Aram gazed at Maya concerned, "Adam, you look tired, why don't you go home. It's almost seven o'clock."

She shook her head, "I'm fine, Aram."

Ressler said as he walked in hearing them, "No , Maya. This is enough. It's been a long day for you. Go home now."

She looked at him then closed her laptop and moved to leave.

Few minutes later, she was parking her car in front of her building. She got out of her car, moved to the front stairs, when she noticed him. She froze for a moment surprised, before she approached him, "Peter?! What are you doing here?"

He smiled at her, "Maya, I've been waiting here for more than an hour."

She looked at him confused, "Why are you waiting for me?"

He smiled giving her a flower bouquet, "I brought you these flowers."

She stared at the flowers then smiled, "Thank you. You really didn't have to. I'm fine now."

He extended his hand to her, "You're not taking them? You don't like them?!"

She shook her head, "No... No, they're pretty, but... I've been allergic lately. I don't know, maybe because of the pregnancy?"

He nodded, "I understand. Sorry I didn't think about that. I never knew you were allergic to anything before."

She nodded, "It's okay. Actually this is so nice of you."

He smiled again, "Are you going back to work again tonight?"

She shrugged, "Mostly, I won't."

He put his hands in his pants pockets, "Then, you can accept to have dinner with me, tonight?"

She took a deep breath, replied quietly, "I'm sorry, Peter. It was a long day and I need some rest."

He twisted his mouth, "Won't you at least invite me in, to have coffee with you or coke?"

She scanned his face, then moved to the door, "Sure. Come on, get in."

Peter stepped into Maya's flat and closed the door after them. He stood for a moment scanning the flat then commented, "This is a smaller flat than your last one."

She moved to the kitchen, "It wasn't the last one , actually I've rented two flats after that last one you're talking about."

He smiled and sat on the couch, "I thought FBI agents will have bigger flats. A town house for example."

She brought him a can of coke, "I don't need a bigger one."

He scanned her body amused, "What about your mystery man? He lives here with you?"

She sighed, "No he doesn't."

He leaned forward asking interested, "So you meet in his place?"

He didn't wait for an answer but got up wandering around, "Where's he by the way? I can't see a trace of a man in here."

She started to get nervous of his questions, "I told you he doesn't live here."

He looked at her concerned, "Sorry, did I bother you? I'm just concerned."

He sat on the armrest of her chair, moved a tress of her hair, "The whole matter is weird to me. You getting involved in a relationship. Getting pregnant of a guy that never appears around. You alone in all of that. I can't get it. I'm worried you might be involved with a mean guy."

She shivered as his hand touched her cheek, so she got up quickly, "I'm fine, Pete. He's not mean. He just travels much."

He scanned her face smiling, "Dear Maya, I know it when you lie."

She moved to the door, "I'm not, Peter. And now, would you please leave? Because I'm so tired and I need to sleep."

He moved to the door, stood by her, "I'm leaving, Maya but please, be careful."

She sighed and nodded without even looking at him. So he leaned to kiss her cheek lightly, "Good night, my friend."

She closed the door and rested her back to it, closing her eyes annoyed. She stood there for a minute or more, before she moves to her room. Another surprise was there waiting for her, a pleasant one this time. She approached her bedside table to check it. The red roses in a small red vase with one lonely white daisy in the middle. She sighed relieved as she got the message. She checked the small card with the roses. Nothing wrote except one letter, K. She knew it must be Kate. She brought her those red roses to let her know he's around. Same as the red roses are around the white daisy. She smiled happy. It sounded so meaningful and romantic to her. She held one of the red roses, raised it to her lips kissing it very passionately, as if she was really kissing Red. She didn't put it back into the vase, but put it on the pillow and laid next to it till she fell asleep, without even changing her clothes.