"I know you; I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you. The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. Yet I know it's true the visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I'll know what you do. You'll Love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream," Elana sang to herself as she laid languidly in her lion-clawed footed tub, soaking in her vanilla-scented water. Bubbles surrounded her that she gathered in her hands and then blew away from her. Elena loved this leisure time where The Changeling could be Idle and unmoving. Usually, she was on the web checking out politicians' secrets, or she was breaking into galas or private meetings disguised as a secretary or a low-level office worker. Someone nobody would look at twice and feel no threat to having an open conversation around that's how business leaders and others in power became vulnerable. But right at this moment, she was just; still, her Session had brought up the Memory of her Mystery man. The voice that was from deep in the recesses of her mind was taunting her today. The Haunting Memory was bringing up buried feelings of abandonment, sadness, and loss. Elena didn't know quite precisely who or what she had lost, but it was aching within her. "I feel like I'm lost and drowning in an ocean, I'm adrift with no way to move forward Voce Mea Exspiravit" (Latin: my spirit voice ). It was like she was asking a deity; without actually thinking a Higher power would answer her, Elena didn't believe in God's perse. Elena believed in right and wrong, bringing justice to those who were terrible and made people suffer. She wasn't above breaking the law to see justice served. It was lonely existing the way The Changeling lived, but Elena had gotten used to it. There was no one she could truly trust; that's why she was so in control. "To trust Someone was to watch them die or die by their hand," she thought. The Changeling worked so hard to protect herself because no one else was going to do it. She had often wished that Someone would see her and love her enough to burn the world because it had hurt her so many times. That was part of why Elena became lived a Ds lifestyle as a submissive. All Elena wanted in the world was Someone to protect her, love her, and defend her to the bitter end. Unknown to Elena, Raymond Redding had set actions and circumstances into play that culminated in her opportunity to get what she had been yearning for; today was the day both Elizabeths and her lives would change.

Once the water had cooled, and when her skin sufficiently pruned, Elena climbed out, toweled off, and got dressed in her clothes. She brushed her hair and braided it in a fishtail braid and then walked back to her computer. When Elena looked at it, her system indicated that it had finished the download to her app on her phone. "Well, Torin, I have a few ugly faces downloaded on here. I guess I can't be pretty all the time. Someone might catch on to the routine if I stuck with the preconceived worldly notions of beauty. we wouldn't want Mamma getting caught, would we, my love?" Elena cooed; as Torin laid on the counter, sunbathing the light from her kitchen window. She placed the Nano mask on again. Once the photostatic cover was on, Elena went about making herself Breakfast.

Though Elena was 27 and a genius, she enjoyed a lot of things kids or teenagers did. Elena had missed out on a lot during childhood. Elena watched Disney movies that played to her delusion that every girl needed a man to save her, to carry her off into a castle or off into a beautiful sunset; it played to her yearning for that voice that promoted love and safety. She also loved listening to music, and she had an eclectic taste. She loved the oldies and the classic instrumentals just as much as she loved hip hop and rock. Elena loved classic rock. The young woman didn't feel 27 when listening to Hot Blooded or Taylor swifts shake it off. The only time she felt her age was when she was thinking about her memory ghost or her twin; that's when she felt the most alone. Just then, her doorbell rang. Lifting her eyebrow in question, she wondered who would be at her house? Nobody knew who she was or where she lived. She lived her life being invisible to everyone; just before she could grab her coat and make it to her back exit, Elena heard a voice she hadn't heard in over three years. "Liz, what the heck is she doing here?" She asked herself. Once Elena got over her shock, she cautiously turned on her security camera and pushed the speaker button, and said, "Hello Liz, It's been a long time since I've seen you. what are you doing here?" Liz Keen looked up into the camera that Elena set up in the corner of her sister's door. If she was honest with herself, she didn't know how to approach Elena or explain the situation that they had found themselves in; just thinking about how her day had started made her curious and wary in equal measure. But she was told that they couldn't proceed without Elena Reddington would only talk to Elisabeth and her twin; while trying to think of how she could gain entrance, Elizabeth thought back to everything that had occurred that morning.

Flashback

Agent Cooper, Closed his eyes for a moment and let out a sigh of frustration. Reddington had been right, and now he had something to bargain with and hold over his head. He hated his position; it didn't sit well with him, and by looking at Agent Ressler, it wasn't sitting well with him either. "You have my attention." He said, pressing the comm button. "Were you wrong?" Raymond asked the Director as if he was a child just adding salt to the open wound. Like a kicked puppy, Assistant Director Cooper responded affirmatively just to satiate the fugitives Ego. "I was wrong." Raymond Crowed triumphantly in his mind; this was so easy the hard part hadn't even come into play yet, that would be Elizabeth. He knew she would be stubborn, hard-headed, and unbelieving about his motives, but hopefully, he could break her shell and get to her gooey insides.

Raymond wasn't too sure about Elena, Red couldn't find much about her in the three years she'd gone dark, and Reddington had been in custody and couldn't talk to his people to be informed about what they'd found out about her. He would have to deduce her when she was before him to see what he was working with when she's mostly cut herself off from the world. coming out of his thoughts, he pointedly replied to Director, saying, "Yes, you were wrong." it had happened before, so he wasn't surprised by it; in fact, it was part of his plan to goad the F.B.I. into working with him. "At least it's not the first time. Familiar territory." Now that he had their attention, it was time to tee up the ball so that he could get on with the plan. "Now, I'll give you Zamani, but first..."

Cooper was not going to take Reddington's attitude anymore. He was the Assistant Director Of Counterintelligence Dammit! he had the entirety of the F.B.I. behind him; Reddington was in their custody. Reddington had very little ground to stand on, so Cooper would take back Raymond Reddington's playing ground. He pressed the Comm button interrupting the pretentious prick. "No "but firsts." You don't decide anything." Not one to be outdone or interrupted, it was rude to do so, didn't Cooper know that? he was going to show him why and how little Cooper mattered in the grand scheme of things. "Agent Cooper, you've overestimated your authority. I said, I'll help you find Zamani, and I will. he paused. This part was when the culmination of everything he'd done up to this point could move everything forward or cause everything to fall apart. He took a steadying breath then told them what his demands were. "But from this point on, there's one very important rule," he paused for dramatics. He loved being dramatic; it added to his mystique, or at least to his Ego. "I speak only with Elizabeth Keen and her twin Elena Scott. I have no doubt that you'll find Elizabeth very easily, but you'll have to be crafty with Elena; she's a master at disappearing if you don't get to her from the get-go, I would suggest using her sister to gain entrance to her home. But Don't rely on it." Raymond said, smirking at the goose chase. Elena could have them running; if he could only see, it would make him delightedly happy to see them run around like chickens without their heads trying to catch his little light. "You might want to give Elizabeth a tranquilizer once she gets in just in case she won't come willingly; they've had their issues. and I won't talk without both of them being here." Director Cooper and Agent Ressler just stared at the T.V. Monitors agog that Reddington had the gall to make all these demands, but if they wanted answers, they were going to have to play ball. but the question Ressler wanted to know was, "Who the hell's Elizabeth Keen and Elena Scott?"

End of Flashback

Today was not going how it was supposed to go, Liz thought. She was supposed to start her first day as a profiler for the F.B.I. Tom and she had an appointment to have their last interview at the adoption center to be approved to adopt a child. But it didn't look like her day was going to go the way she wanted it. First, Liz woke up late, and then she stepped in pea from her and Tom's dog, then she'd missed the bus, so Tom was going to have to take her to work. After making the promise that her job wouldn't interfere or hinder them as a couple or a newly formed family. Black Government S.U.V.'s pulled up in front of the Keen townhome. A male agent pulled out his I.D. and introduced himself as Agent Ressler, and that she was to come with him because the Washington field office had an emergency and it involved her and her sister. The whole situation got chucked into the suck zone as far as her opinion went. So before Liz could ask questions to find out why the F.B.I. wanted her or her sister, Agent Keen was given a direct order. She needed to gain entrance into her sister's home by any means necessary and either convince Elena to come with them voluntarily or shoot Elena with the Trainque gun Agent Ressler had given her. It was all a bit disturbing and confusing, but Agent Ressler gave her a direct order on their way to Elena's home. Ressler told her a bit about why they were doing things like this. "No, Agent Keen, the Fugitive Raymond Reddington is in our custody, and he's negotiated that he only Speak to you and your sister before he gives up the information on a known terrorist that has just entered the country. So we are left with little else to do." Kidnapping was a dramatic action to take with her sister in the last three and a half years. Liz didn't know that Elena had become a Wiley Recluse. "Reddington has informed us that she's very good at evasion. If we are to meet his demands, it would be because you brought her in." From what Agent Ressler had told her, they could expect Elena to try to run from them. "She hasn't done anything illegal, has she, Agent Ressler?" Liz asked. Elizabeth wasn't sure that she was comfortable possibly kidnapping her twin, but she also hadn't talked to her in three 1/2 years either. Their Fall out was epic, and she would be the first to admit that she'd said and done things in her anger that she shouldn't have. Liz always had a short fuse and came out swinging either physically or verbally to whoever had angered her. It was part of her psych profile. She was always quick to seek vengeance for slights. But Elena was more innocent emotionally, and she never got to socialize with her age group. Elena didn't learn vital social cues to handle typical childhood emotions or do activities to help her limbic system develop. (part of the brain responsible for behavioral and emotional responses.) So that made it easy for Liz to hurt her emotionally. And because Elena didn't understand the emotions, her behavior would be affected negatively. Once they pulled up to the brownstone townhouse, Liz got out. She adjusted her suit Jacket. One of the F.B.I. agents handed her an earpiece to monitor the situation inside the house just in case they needed to enter and subdue Ms. Scott. "Here, this gun has tranquilizer darts; only use it if she won't come willingly or if she tries to leave; from what Reddington says, it is tough to find if we lose her." Liz took the gun and tucked it in the waistband of her pants at her back, and she had no idea the kind of situation she was walking in. The last thing she remembered about her sister was that Elena had been shy. It took all the courage she had to confront Liz about her suspicions about Tom; it hadn't ended well. So she didn't know if she would be able even to make it in the front door. Elizabeth walked up the front steps and saw that a security camera was monitoring her in the corner of her sister's entryway. Liz took a breath then rang the doorbell; she heard her sister's voice a minute later. She was surprised to listen to the suspicion in Elena's tone. "Hello Liz, It's been a long time since I've seen you. what are you doing here?" Elizabeth nervously cleared her throat and tried to think of a scenario that would get her sister to let her in, and when she couldn't think of one off the top of her head, she decided to go with the truth. "Yeah, I...I know it's been a long time, but something freaky happened with work today. Uh...We're wanted... Umm, actually, according to the Assistant Director of the counter-terrorism unit, we're the only two people that the fugitive Raymond Reddington will talk to before He gives the F.B.I. any information on a terrorist that just entered. The country." There was a minute of silence; Liz was starting to fear that Elena would ignore her until she left. She had left to her only option was having the F.B.I. team bust in and take Elena forcefully. Just as she was about to signal Agent Ressler to have the team go in, the door opened, and for the first time in 3 1/2 years, the twins laid eyes on each other. they looked at each other. Elizabeth was stunned by the differences she could see in her sister; her hair was a butter blond (she has her hair extensions set to that color.) Elena was thin, toned, but still beautifully intelligent looking. It was obvious with her workout clothes on that she was wearing. Elena did weight training of some kind. Elizabeth still had full rounded cheeks, whereas Elena's were sharper, and it made her look more severe, which was the opposite of her sister's shy and withdrawn personality. Liz also noticed the chocker on her sister's neck. Seeing it shocked her. She knew what an Item like that meant her sister was in a D/s relationship. Elena was a Submissive. Elizabeth didn't know what to think about her sister submitting to Someone, letting that person have control over her decisions daily or even just sexually. She was a fully aware and self-sufficient independent woman. Elizabeth didn't understand why Someone would want that kind of relationship when power and control were one-sided. Torin's out for the day. Would you like to come in, Lizzie? We can talk over coffee." Elena asked as she moved away and opened the door wider, allowing Liz to walk into her home. "I'm going to have to burn this location since the F.B.I. now knows where it is. Elena thought as she scrutinized her sister as she walked past." Elena thought in her head, and she didn't like being found, especially by Someone she didn't know. Somehow she'd gotten Lazy in her security. She would have to find out how this Raymond Reddington found her. Liz gave her sister a shy smile walking past and into the entryway. She stopped and turned to wait for Elena to show her where the kitchen was. Elena closed the door, went over to the security pad, and entered a number to lock and activate her system; at least, that was what it looked like to Liz.

Once Elena was done, she led her twin into the kitchen; she gestured with her hand to the barstool that Liz was to sit in while she waited for her beverage. while waiting, she was surprised by Elena's Cat that jumped up onto the counter next to Liz and purring. "Oh, aren't you just precious," she lifted the Cat to check the gender. Once she saw the Cat was male, she placed him down and began stroking his long fur. "Yes, you are; you are a Hansome man." the Cat purred again, rubbing its head on the palm of Liz's hand the scraping his tongue on Liz's scar that was visible on her palm. Elena smirked at her sister's display with her Cat; Liz had always been a sucker for animals. They were loyal, friends with you, and didn't care whether you were awkward or shy. They only cared about being taken care of and loved themselves. "That Mr. man Is Camden. He's a Norwegian forest cat. I've had him for four years." Elena knew that once she said the trigger word, the chip she implanted in her Cat would trigger its training sending it to the secondary safe house, which it did just like Elena trained it intensely to do. The Cat leaped to the ground then Jaunted out of the cat flap at the kitchen backdoor into the Ally. Torin slinked past Baz, who had been standing by the garbage cans for the past two hours.

Elena said as she filled two mugs with coffee and laid a homemade biscotti on a plate, placing it between her and her sister. "So tell me, what does a world-renowned fugitive want with you and Me? and how exactly did he know where I live?" Elena asked, taking a sip of her coffee the dipping her biscotti, then taking a bite. Liz took a long drink, trying to get her thoughts in order and her nerves under control. Liz had always felt like Elena could look straight through her and see to the very core of her soul. She could never keep anything from her twin. Liz didn't believe in twin telepathy she was a very logical and structured person. "Honestly, I have no idea. I woke up today running late for my first day at the new office," Elizabeth complained. "That's right; you transferred from New York to D.C., and you're adopting a kid." Liz looked at her, surprised that she was keeping tabs on her. It made her gut clench with guilt that she'd written off her twin without any thought of looking her up and seeing what had been going on. "yeah, I needed a change, my co-workers and I weren't getting along very well, they... well they think I'm a bitch." Elena smiled mischievously and then replied in a tone that indicated her teasing. "Well, they got you right there. You are a bitch when you want to be." Liz choked out a laugh; Elena Joined in. God, how long had it been since the last time they had talked and teased each other Liz thought to herself it had to be before Elna started at M.I.T. at 16 yrs. old they hadn't seen much of each other after that, except for Holidays at home with Sam, that was the only time they had been able to get together. "Well, you're a smart ass and..." she trailed off that was getting into sore subject territory. Elena hated having her differences pointed out; she was proud that she was the most intelligent person in the room. But to have her intellect used as a way to attack and alienate her made her withdraw and hate people more than what she already probably did, and that wasn't what she was aiming for while being here. "Well, uh... as I was saying, the day started already pretty crappy, to begin with, I woke up late, I stepped in my dog's pea while I was just in my socks, then I missed my bus. and just when Tom and I...," She cringed when she mentioned Tom because Elizabeth saw Elena's eyes flash in remembrance of why they didn't have the relationship they used to have, whipping the thought away, for now, she proceeded to explain. "And then my front stoop was swamped with government vehicles and the agent InCharge telling me that Raymond Reddington the Fugitive and traitor requested us. Telling me if the F.B.I. hopes to stop a terrorist attack, he was to speak to us and only us. The Agent that picked me up, Agent Ressler, didn't say anything else, but I think that you'll agree it's important that we stop an attack if it turns out the information is real."

Elena continued to drink her coffee and listen to all that Elizabeth had to say; it was curious that the concierge of crime was coming to them. It was more than what it seemed to the simple tactical minds of the F.B.I. Most people couldn't seem to see beyond the rules of society and law, the stained glass that filled their lives. People had so many distractions and were so shallow and self-involved that they didn't want or couldn't dig for something more profound. Humans are so circular; they live the same slow cycles of joy and misery over and over, never learning. Maybe it's good that the world forgets every lesson, every good and lousy Memory, every triumph and failure. Perhaps if we remembered everything, hope would die instead. "Do we even have the right to hope? there are no ghost's in the living world save the ones we make for ourselves." Elena thought.

Elena, in her persona, as the Changeling knew what happens in the world's seedy underbelly; that was where the monsters that are nothing but myth and legend in the annals of human history, the undiscovered evil are. The people who rule the nations of men, kingmakers, world destroyers, and the architects of the human condition, but silly unseeing, unknowing Humans intrinsically draw themselves toward the light; they don't want to see the murky underbelly. If she went with Liz, she believed that Reddington would pull Liz under and into the depths to be lost to the deep forever. Liz was like a diver; Elena had immersed herself at a depth that her mind and body had adjusted to so she wouldn't have damage as an inexperienced diver would. Liz studied the criminal mind and was head of the task force in N.Y.C., Agent Keen knew the depravity of some people, but those were fish swimming in the shallows. If Liz involved herself with Reddington, she would be at the bottom of the ocean where the undiscovered and dangerous dwelled. But she could already see that she was determined to do what Liz has always done, to make right what she perceives is wrong. it would be interesting to see if Reddington was the monster of nightmares or the vigilante trying to avoid the law and do good in the world, or was he merely using us all for personal gain?. "Are you sure he asked for me?... I don't even know him I would remember if I did; I've heard of him, of course, but Raymond Reddington is evasive. He has no connection to technology which is my area, obviously, so I wouldn't be any help that way. I've heard you can only contact him through word of mouth, and he and I have never been in contact. why would I be a factor in this scenario? why would he make me part of his plans?" Liz shrugged. Elizabeth didn't have all the answers she knew about as much as her sister did. However, if Liz knew anything about Elena, her twin suspected more than she was telling or willing to tell; they didn't have the kind of relationship that Elena felt comfortable offering her theories to her twin, not since the incident with Tom. "All we have to do is meet with him, see if we can get answers, then we can leave hopefully. So the question is, will you come?" Liz was pretty confident that she'd convinced her twin to come along with her. Elena's face and body language indeed said that she was interested to know why she and Elizabeth were the only ones Reddington wanted to deal with as his representatives. Elena looked curious enough to try and find out how her home address is information that Reddington had available to him. Ressler had said that she had wiped her total digital footprint. If the term off the grid can apply to anyone, it would have been Elena Scott. "I don't think I have a choice since you were ordered to Trainque me if I didn't come willingly. I say that, hoping the tranquilizer gun is loaded with darts, Not real bullets. Because I don't know you anymore, Liz..." Elena left that statement in the air for Liz to chew on for a minute. "But even though we haven't been on good terms for a while. I hope that I am important enough, if not in your life, then to this assignment that you wouldn't shoot me with real bullets if I didn't agree to go. But then again, I could be wrong because you are violent; you can be scary and irrational when you're pissed."

Liz gave her a sheepish look. Everything Elena said was entirely accurate. Liz tended to fly off the handle, become dramatic, and do drastic things when angry, but she would like to think she would never actually shoot her sister. "No... no, I'm not going to shoot you, Lena," she said, giving her the puppy eyes that worked on Sam to get him to do what she wanted, it never worked on Lena, but she would try it anyway. "Go get dressed; then we can go and see what they want from us." Elena nodded. She took Liz's coffee cup along with her own and the plate that held the biscotti; she placed them into the sink then headed to her bedroom. Liz didn't expect all the electronics started to surge and burn up like they'd experienced a lightning strike a few minutes later. Absolutely every electronic that was hackable exploded. Liz ran into Elena's bedroom and found that the window was open and Elena was nowhere in sight. "Crap, Ressler, she's bailed out of here," Liz said through her comm device. She hurriedly ran outside, and down the steps, Elizabeth could see Agents running in all directions trying to cut Elena off and apprehend her.

"What was she wearing, agent keen" Ressler demanded as he was scanning the sidewalks for anyone that looked remotely like the twin sister of Elizabeth Keen. Liz looked around frantically. How could Someone disappear that quickly? When Agents of the F.B.I. surrounded their house, it was baffling. "black yoga pants, a grey wife-beater tank top, and neon blue sketches, her hair was Butter blond. She also has a submissive collar on her neck, silver with a green gemstone in the middle." She replied, wandering down the street that she thought was the most likely direction Elena would have gone. Unknown to the F.B.I. agents, Baz had seen the escape attempt. He immediately reported it to Mr. Kaplan, and she relayed the message to Dembe. The other associates would have to get Elena themselves and make it look like Someone had tried to mug her and then hand her over to the F.B.I. when they came to see what the disturbance was. Dembe followed Elena on the street level while the others traveled the rooftops; as well as they could, he could see the speed at which Elena changed her hair and clothes sped up just a bit. Dembe thought she was panicking a bit, so she wasn't as careful. It was lucky for them because that made keeping an eye on her more accessible.

When Elena was about to walk past an ally entrance, one of Dembe's and Mr. Kaplin's associates, a tall, lean muscled man wearing grubby street clothes, pulled her into the alleyway. Elena Immediately elbowed him in the solar plexus causing him to let go of her; he bent over in pain and facing the man assaulting her. Fagan righted his body then reached forward, getting a hold of her coat. Prepared for this, Elena spun herself out of the garment, causing his momentum to falter and stumble past her. Before her Mugger, assailant, Mean guy, or whatever word you wanted to attach to the man had a chance to advance on her again. Elena pulled out a Small dart the size of a pushpin from her blunt studded bracelet. Throwing the dart, Elena hit him in the stomach, causing the tiny device to expel 50,000 volts right into his six-pack, which had him fall to his knees in agonizing pain. The cramps in his stomach muscles were so intense that it felt like labor pains and birthing naturally. Elena's electrocution device was designed to last for a maximum of 2 minutes, which wiped her target's energy out of him so they could not pursue her. "Who are you?. You must work for Reddington, and He's the only one that's found me. And the F.B.I. have no clue about my evasion methods. How did he find me in the first place?." usually, the dart gave Elena time to evade whoever was bothering her. Still, Elena wasn't running this time; she wanted to know just what this man knew about her. But All the man did was a grunt in pain. There was no way he could answer her questions while he was experiencing this much pain. When Dembe and Mr. Kaplin caught up, they were both shocked by what they were seeing. Elena had their associate on all fours, grimacing and panting like he was in severe pain. He looked like Elena tasered him. But if she did, they couldn't find any wire leads that would indicate a Taser gun. Still, Elena did have her wrist extended in a spiderman fashion. That suggested that the electrocution device came from her wrists, "I 'am going try and get behind her and inject a mild sedative into her shoulder. You get Mr. Fagen out of here before the F.B.I. Agents come. We don't need to have our appearance questioned." Dembe nodded to Mr. Kaplin's order. Mr. Kaplin then silently the older woman walked up behind Elena and jabbed a syringe into Elena's shoulder, surprising the young woman she hadn't noticed that others had followed her. Elena tried to look at who had done that to her. Still, the sedative was working too fast; she only caught a glimpse of grey and a fuzzy face to go along with it.

When Elena was unconscious, Dembe went over to his colleague and friend. He pulled out the dart and stuck it in a small box, then placed it in his pocket either to have the tech studied or to give it back to Elena at a later time. Once Fagan was able to stop trembling and stand up, Dembe grabbed his arm and tossed it over his shoulder, and dragged him to the back of the Ally where he and Fagan would be out of sight. Luckily another Associate was waiting for the two men and put the other arm of Fagans over his shoulder, equaling out the weight distribution for an easier escape. While that was happening, Mr. Kaplin grabbed Elena's phone and smashed it, causing the Photostatic Veil to flicker and turn off the fake face that Elena was wearing. She did this because she had no idea how to work this kind of technology, and she figured that if her phone weren't working or connected to the mask via WIFI, then Elena's true face and hair color would appear. And it seemed her assumption was correct. After Mr. Kaplin finished injecting the slow release antidote into Elena's shoulder, it wouldn't take much Time for Elena to gradually wake up. M.R. Kaplin then disappeared out of the front entrance of the alleyway. She walked to a discrete position across the street to watch. Minutes ticked by, but sure enough, a couple of F.B.I. agents ran towards where she had left Miss Scott. One of the F.B.I. Agents noticed a body was lying on the ground; he stopped to investigate. Mr. Kaplin watched as Cookie cutter Agent spoke into his comm radio informing Agent Keen and the other man, Agent Ressler, that they'd Found Miss Scott unconscious with her coat torn off of her and looking a bit ruffed up. Raymond's cleaner watched as the government S.U.V.'s pulled up, and she watched Elizabeth walk behind her sister as Agent Ressler carried her twin and placed her into the back seat beside Liz. Mr. Kaplin pursed her lips in disapproval and annoyance at seeing Agent Ressler handcuff Elena to minimize another escape attempt. They didn't know what she and Raymond's other associates knew. Elena Scott was very familiar with handcuffs, wearing them, being bound by them, and getting out of them if her Dom demanded it. Or even if it wasn't by her Dom's command, she could escape the restraints as part of her evasion techniques. Miss Scott was very crafty and sneaky that way. When the government Vehicles sped away, she walked into the Masses and disappeared until Raymond was free and walking around again calling for her aid.

Agent Ressler and another agent escorted agent Keen and her twin sister Elena Scott into the man's office, supposedly the Director of Counter-Terrorism, so Liz had told Elena. She was still wearing handcuffs which didn't bother her too much. Elena's been in them before, and for longer than the 45 minutes, Elena was a submissive; she was used to being bound for hours on end. They didn't know that she could be free of them anytime she wanted. Elena would play along with their game, make them feel safe to let them drop their guard. Elena would wait for the opportune moment to release herself. Both herself and Liz were sitting in office chairs across from an intimidating, Rosewood, and very official Boss-man looking desk. They'd been waiting for about ten minutes for Mr. Cooper to come in. They hadn't talked even once since Elean regained consciousness. Elena didn't have anything to say to her sister, and Liz was just annoyed enough to bite her tongue when she wanted to unleash a rant on her sister. It wasn't much longer when the silence was interrupted by a mechanical door lock unlocking. A tall African American man walked in, and he walked towards Elizabeth, holding out a hand then spoke.

"Agent Keen, Am I getting that right?" Elena rolled her eyes as Liz fangirled out at meeting the head honcho of the C.T.U. (Counter Terrorism Unit) it was evident that Liz and only dealt with low-level bosses, Elena felt decidedly annoyed at her twin. "And Miss Scott, I assume? I have to apologize for the placement of the handcuffs, but I can't have you running away again." Elena shrugged. She didn't blame him for taking what he thought were necessary precautions, even if they were pointless. "It's alright, Agent Cooper, I' am pretty Wiley. I understand you felt the need to restrain me. I compliment that fact that I garnered such caution from the Agents of the F.B.I. it was brilliant of you." Elena said wittily." Liz nudged Elena with her shoulder and gave her a look that said, "Shut Up and let me talk" While Ressler and the other Agent rolled their eye's at my arrogant attitude, I may be a submissive. Still, I could stand up for myself. As the Changeling, I had to have very tight control of my life, tech, and position in the underground. So when I chose to give up control to Someone, it was always in a controlled and safe environment. "My name is Harold Cooper. agent Keen, Miss Scott, I'm the Assistant Director of Counterterrorism." Elena didn't care about his name or office title. What she wanted to know was what Raymond Reddington wanted with her and Liz. "Yes, sir," Liz replied in that tone of voice that informed everyone that Liz practically had a wet dream, being here. If she were going to have an erotic moment, it wouldn't be over the Assistant Director of the C.T.U. It would be over something more exciting than that. "I know who you are, sir." Liz finished. The Director moved to the back of his intimidating Boss-man Desk and took his seat. He placed the file that he'd brought in with him down and then proceeded to speak, "So, uh...can you tell us what's going on? either of you?" Again Elena shrugged. She hadn't a clue why Reddington wanted her, let alone the two of them together. Elena was as clueless as the F.B.I. was, but she did have suspicions that she wasn't going to share, at least not yet. Liz answered for the both of them, seeing that Elena was going to be a clam, and not offer anything up. "I wish I could.
I can tell you that... the agency like everyone else has vetted me, you know, same background checks, psych profiles. And Well, Elena... I'm not sure what to say about her." Liz glanced at her sister sideways like she could believe that she was a criminal just by the stunt she pulled earlier. "I do good in the world while avoiding the law, and since you don't have proof of any crime and no evidence to pin me to anything, I am asserting my fifth amendment rights." Elena noticed Agent Ressler giving her a scathing look. Like just saying the fifth amendment was a sworn statement of guilt that she had indeed committed a crime which was right essentially, but without a lawyer, evidence of a crime committed, or charges brought against her, she was essentially innocent until they had those things. "Lucky me." she thought it was a good thing that her Identity botts were scouring the internet 24 hrs. a day, scrubbing and crumb of activity from her. Liz continued to defend herself to Director Cooper, it was obvious that she was afraid that if they didn't believe her she wouldn't be working for the government any longer. "I'm sure O.P.R.'s trolling my digital footprint right now, and I can tell you what they'll find." Director Cooper leaned forward as if he was truly interested in what she had the answer would be, "What will they find?" He looked at Elena in suspicion as if he thought she had scrubbed the skeletons out of Liz's closets and erased any evidence of illegal activity or being involved with criminals. "Nothing. I and my sister have no history with Reddington, that we know of. "They tell me today's your first day as a profiler. Tell me how can I believe that Elena hasn't erased any part of your web history or your life history?" Elena scoffed at the idea that she would do that for Elizabeth, of course, if she needed it she would hope that she had enough goodwill for her sister to help her out but they didn't at this point in their relationship. "We've been estranged for the past 4 years Director Cooper she and I don't have the relationship that would prompt me to do that for her, and she wouldn't ask because she's all law-abiding and I've only scrubbed myself from the digital world everybody else is welcomed to be discovered and learned about. I prefer anonymity when no one knows you your safe." Elena replied, she couldn't help but see the Pitying look in the Directors eyes, her statement added a layer onto what he knew of her, she chose to close herself off from the world for protection he could kind of understand that he was sure everyone felt that way at times but she was the one that had the capability to make it happen. He brought his attention back to Liz "Do me a favor. Profile yourself and your sister." Liz was stunned by the question and Elena was wary of what was going to be said about her. "I'm sorry, sir?"