Wing Yee's 5

Author's Note: I picture this while she's in a coma. So, don't expect happy…

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Donald Ressler walked into her room with a plastic bag in his hand and looked at the decorations over her bed. There were balloons, a string of twinkle lights, and some pictures from Agnes on the wall behind her. He couldn't help but smile; there was some birthday celebration for her after all.

He sat heavily in the chair next to her bed and unpacked the two take out boxes of dumplings and beef noodles and placed them on the table next to him. Reddington had given him the code for the home where Liz was getting care several months ago when the staff had started to grumble about Ressler arriving at all hours to visit. Tonight, was no different. He was eating dinner at almost 11pm, he would see her for the last hour of her birthday.

"I see you had quite the party today," Ressler said as he opened his container. "Agnes looks like she went to town."

He pulled out some shop sticks and dug in.

"You know, a friend of mine from Detroit has a little girl named Agnes as well," Ressler said. "She's eight or ten, but, anyways, he said Agnes means the equivalent of spitfire in Sanskrit."

Ressler sighed and ate for a few minutes before he spoke again.

"You see, it got me wondering…" Ressler said. "I know Agnes is a family name but all those months that you were pregnant and using my voice to get her kicking and squirming inside…I called her spitfire. Is it a coincidence Agnes also means spitfire?"

Ressler closed his eyes for a moment and put down his chopsticks remembering the last few months of her pregnancy. Remembering that daily she got him to speak to Agnes just so she could feel her moving. That Liz even came over to his apartment a few times, once in the middle of the night, when she hadn't felt Agnes move in a while. He had sat, half asleep on his sofa with her, his hand on her stomach telling stories from his childhood while Agnes started to dance inside Liz's belly. She had laughed. Relieved, they had both fallen asleep on his sofa.

He'd woken up to both a dream and a nightmare the next morning because for about 15 seconds when he was half asleep, he thought Liz and the baby were his. Then, he woke up fully, and realized they were not. He got up, left her asleep on his sofa, and high tailed it out his door in about 10 minutes flat to get to the office and away from her. She was confused by his behaviour for the rest of the day and kept questioning him. He finally snapped at her to leave it alone, she cried, and the day went to hell.

"Anyways, if I had anything to do with the naming of Agnes, I'm honored," Ressler said quietly. "But maybe I'll never know."

Ressler opened the second container of dumplings and started to eat that too. He was hungry, ridiculously hungry all of a sudden and could have probably eaten the pork he decided not the get at the last minute. It had been a long day at work, they were working on some old cases that were linked to ones Reddington had given them, following up on some criminals that were tertiary and making some arrests. It hadn't been exciting work lately, but not much really had been in his life. He'd been to visit a friend in Boston recently, an old friend from the Academy who he'd kept in touch with over the years. He knew she'd invited him for a fun weekend of drinking, sex, and food, like they had frequently arranged over the years, but he'd only stayed for half the weekend; his mind was elsewhere. They were both disappointed, but he needed to get back to DC where his head and probably his heart belonged.

He sat and ate his food and filled up a glass with water from her sink to wash it down and then spent the last part of her birthday just sitting and holding her hand.

When his watch let out a soft tick, he knew it was midnight and her birthday was now over. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Then he did something he hadn't done the entire time she had ever been alive. He kissed her lips, soft and quick, but he did it. In that moment he wasn't sure if he was taking advantage of her comatose state or just giving her birthday wishes, whatever the reason, he didn't think about it too much.

The end.