"Are you gonna help me with cooking for Thanksgiving this year," Scarlet asked as she followed Red around the post office.

"Since when do you ask me to cook," Red asked, stopping in front of the projector.

"I'd just like to have a little bit of help," She replied, getting a look from Red. "What," she asked when he raised an eyebrow.

"We both know that isn't true."

"Fine, Since you and Donald started dating, I haven't gotten to see you very much."

"Will this get me off the hook for what happened the last time you had me babysit?"

"Yes."

"And for Donald," Red asked causing the blonde to sigh.

"It's not like I was gonna make him do anything anyway," she answered, getting a small smile from him.


"My God, Scarlet! How many people are we cooking for," Red questioned as he looked around at all the different mixes and things that needed to be cooked.

"Well, there's you, Donald, Dembe, my sister, the twins, everybody at the post office, Julio, and anyone that you guys want to invite," she answered. Red just stared at her in shock. Then, he looked back to the kitchen.

"This may take a while."

"Then, let's get started."

An hour had gone by and the two were covered in flour from baking. Red had thought about mentioning the foul tasting soup he had made the other day but thought Scarlet's recipes would be enough to keep that from happening again.

"So, how are things going with you and Donald," Scarlet asked as she kneaded the dough for a pie crust.

"Pretty well," Red answered, working on the mix for the dressing.

"You still bottoming," she questioned causing Raymond's cheeks to redden. He glanced at Scarlet and saw that she looked like she asked something as innocent as what color a new shirt was.

"I don't feel comfortable answering that."

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," Scarlet stated holding back a smirk. "You meet his family yet?"

"Just his mother,"

"Is she nice?"

"She's insane," Red answered. "Of course, you two would probably get along."

"Should I invite her?"

"If you want,"

"That reminds me, I still need to invite Madeline," Scarlet stated and reached for the pie tin.

"W-Why Madeline," he asked, drawing her attention to him. "You haven't been inviting her."

"I thought you two were okay now. Did something else happen between you two," she asked, but Red didn't answer. Scarlet furrowed her brow before she grinned. "You haven't told her yet."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I bet you do. You haven't told her about you and Donald," she stated. Red sighed.

"How was I supposed to tell her?"

"Just call her and say, 'Madeline, I have some news. I took it up the ass and liked it.'," Scarlet said and saw Reddington's face turn completely red with embarrassment.

"Why do I even talk to you," he muttered. She wound her arms around him and put her head on his shoulder.

"Because you love me... right?"

"It'll be the thing that kills me," he answered, his cheeks becoming less red.

"You need to tell her."

"Couldn't I just wait until she figured it out?"

"That might be a little awkward."

"Fine, I'll figure something out."

author's note_

It's been way too long since my last post :(. I'll start trying to update more often.