Red entered the post office followed by Dembe. Red would glance back at the other man and wonder what all he was hiding from him. He knew that hiding Scarlet's little secret was understandable but still felt doubt. He walked into the main room and froze. Scarlet was chatting with Donald. How dare she act so casual after what she had done?

He felt a rage come over him as he marched over to her. He clenched his jaw as she greeted him cheerily. Her smile fell at the look in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I want you out." He stated and she raised an eyebrow. She tried to look to Dembe for answers but saw that he was staring at Red in confusion.

"So, I'm not welcomed in the post office?" She asked and he clenched a fist.

"I meant out of my life." He growled causing her eyes to widen.

"What did she do?" Dembe asked looking dumbstruck.

"You know perfectly well what she's done and what she's still doing." Red replied with a glare. Dembe gave a quick glance at Scarlet before it sank in.

"So, that's where you went."

"I'm still confused." Scarlet said looking to Donald who just shrugged. He didn't have any idea as to what was going on.

"He saw your show."

"Oh, I saw plenty. So much that I never want to see you again." Red stated before walking off. The three watched him leave in shock.

"That... That actual went better than I thought it would." Scarlet said rubbing the back of her neck. "Do you think he realizes that I'm not actually going to leave him alone?"

"I would suggest laying low for a while." Dembe offered and put a hand on her shoulder.

"I don't get what the big deal is." Donald chimed in. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the table behind him. "Why's he so mad?"

"He wants me gone right now. I don't have time to explain everything. Maybe, he'll tell you. After all, he's kind of warmed up to you." She said and Donald chuckled.

"Yeah, about as warm as ice."

"Hey, that's pretty damn good when you two started out at zero degrees kelvin." She stated and he raised an eyebrow. "Science joke, nevermind. I gotta go. You two keep an eye on him." She added before hugging both of them. She turned and left the two standing there.

"Do you know what's going on?" Donald asked Dembe.

"Partially," he stated. "I do know that Raymond feels betrayed right now."

"Shouldn't someone go talk to him?"

"He's mad at me. That only leaves you."

"Heh, I don't think so." Donald said standing up straight again. Dembe just watched him. "I'm not doing it!" He stated but Dembe's gaze lingered on him. "...F-Fine, I'll go talk to him." He said before turning. He ignored the sound of Dembe chuckling.

Donald found Red sitting in his office. Why had he come to this room? He guessed it was because it was the only one that was empty at the moment. He walked in and closed the door behind him. Red glanced up at him before returning his glare to the floor.

"Why are you mad?" Donald asked bluntly. Red glared up at him.

"Donald, we both know that you don't want to be here. So, just go back out there and chat with someone else." Red replied causing Donald to roll his eyes.

"Just spill it. Otherwise, you'll be bitching at the rest of us all day just because you're upset with Scarlet." Red's glare intensified.

"I'm not telling you anything, so get lost."

"This is my office!" Donald exclaimed in annoyance. Reddington huffed and stood. He walked to the door and opened it. Before he could leave, Donald had reached over and pushed the door shut. Red glared at the younger man who was leaning against the door.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm tired of everyone ignoring me when I ask something. You can leave when you answer my question."

"What question?"

"What the hell is wrong? You seem perfectly fine with Scarlet one day and the next, you're telling her to get lost!"

"I won't te-,"

"Damn it, Reddington!" Donald yelled and grabbed onto the criminal's shirt before yanking him forward. "Tell me what's going on!"

"She's a stripper!" Red yelled back and Donald released him. Raymond straightened out his shirt and avoided eye contact.

"You're afraid for her." Donald stated. "Why are you always so afraid for her?"

"I told you what you wanted. Now, let me out." Red growled making himself look Ressler in the eye. "It was none of your business anyway."

Donald thought about pushing it more but decided against it. He opened the door, and Red exited the room. Ressler waited a moment before leaving as well. He was slightly shocked that he'd gotten anything out of Red. He'd been more shocked that he hadn't denied that he was afraid for Scarlet.

author's note_

This chapter didn't really interest me that much, but I felt it was needed.