Enjoying a quiet lunch with Antonio and Maria, both Red and Antonio each took their leave to handle business issues, leaving Lizzy and Maria to visit ready themselves for their shopping excursion.
"Raymond," Dembe shifted in his seat, preparing to exit the vehicle, "we're here."
Blinking his disorientation, Red took in his new surroundings. "Thank you, Dembe."
Moments later, Red winced with displeasure as the elevator door squawked its protest as it lifted to allow the men to exit.
"The government can buy a two-hundred-dollar hammer," Red complained, "but not a three dollar can of WD-40?"
Chuckling, Dembe side-stepped his friend as Raymond waved at a man across the way, catching the guy's attention.
"Excuse me.." Red called out to passing maintenance man. Gesturing the man closer, he peered at the man's name tag, pulling his wallet free.
"Yes, sir?" the man approached slowly, only to gape a moment later when a wad of hundreds was shoved in his direction.
"John, could you possibly," Red grimaced once more as the door squealed, the sound echoing bitingly in the cavernous war room, "oil that damn door."
"Reddington," Ressler sighed, approaching the attempted exchange, "what are you doing?"
"Hopefully persuading John here to halt that..." Red shivered irritably as the sound worsened, "horrible, wretched racket."
Ressler grimaced as, once again, the cringe-worthy sound clawed at the nerves of everyone present.
"We placed a work order but..." Ressler sighed wearily. "I can't tell the man how to spend his cash," he gestured the workman to take the offered payment.
Ressler couldn't admit it out loud, but this was one occasion he was secretly relieved Reddington possessed such a pretentious attitude.
That door had been driving him insane all damn morning!
The other Agents present breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for Reddington's intervention, as well.
"I'll get on it right away." John beamed happily, grasping the payment Mr. Reddington shoved in his hand.
"I'll wish to speak you, Samar and Aram shortly." Red informed the senior agent in passing.
"A new Blacklister?" Ressler called after the men, who even now were bouncing up the stairs to Cooper's office.
"...No," Red called down without a backward glance.
Harold Cooper's head jerked upright as his door swung open without warning.
"Harold," Red stepped through the threshold, removing his hat. Grasping the back of a nearby chair, he pulled it towards him, taking a leisurely seat.
"Please," Harold sat back in his seat, waving an irritable hand, "make yourself comfortable."
Cooper nodded in greeting to Dembe before the man took a seat in the corner, pulling a crossword puzzle from his pocket.
"We're going on vacation," Red began without preamble.
"All of us?" the man quipped, gesturing to the encompassing stronghold outside his office door. "Will we all fit in your jet?"
The clipped and straight forward announcement left Cooper confused, perhaps even concerned. It was rare to hear such a dour tone from Reddington. Normally, the man was flippant, sarcastic or simply in a good humor.
"You never inform us of your plans... ever." Cooper was understandably wary suddenly.
"Is there something wrong?" Cooper dropped his pen, focusing his attention on the man across from him.
"I was unaware a vacation indicated disaster was on the horizon." Red rested his hat on his knee, cocking his head curiously.
Harold sat upright, leaning into his forearms, "You don't seem excited by the prospect of your impending downtime."
"On the contrary," Red disagreed, "I'm anticipating a well-deserved break from the drudgery."
Harold half-nodded, comprehending the underlying hint being broadcast.
Reddington wasn't averse to his leave of absence... but his visit to the Post Office.
It wasn't a secret Reddington had an aversion to the Blacksite since his run in with Anslo Garrick and really, Cooper couldn't blame the man.
Red had returned in good faith to come to Elizabeth's aide; only to end up handcuffed, separated from his people, then tortured by an old enemy.
Worst of all, the team Red trusted... betrayed him.
While the team still operated within the law... most times. When Reddington now issued a warning of imminent danger, all were more inclined to listen and heed the advice.
"I appreciate you informing us," Cooper inclined his head gratefully. "I will alert the team they are free for..." he lifted questioning brows.
"At least a week, possibly two." Red offered a tentative schedule.
"I am to assume Agent Keen is already aware of your intended departure?" Cooper inquired.
"Agent Keen is accompanying me." Red informed her supervisor.
Cooper sat forward, his brow furrowed. "Is she aware of this development?"
"She is," Red nodded. "My associates have become accustomed to her presence and will expect her to join in the... frivolity."
Cooper scratched his head, absently staring down at his calendar.
"Is there a problem?" Red held his tone.
"No..." Cooper admitted, "I've just never faced this dilemma before."
"And what dilemma would that be, exactly?" Red contained his growing ire.
"If she's going with you," Cooper laid out the problem at hand, "do I log her as working... or on vacation?"
"Ah, the bureaucratic mind." Red sighed lightly.
Dembe glanced at his friend from the corner of his eye, smiling subtly as Raymond's tension eased from his shoulders, comprehending Director Cooper's intent.
"Elizabeth will most assuredly be on vacation, Harold." Red assured. "All that is required is her presence."
"Still," Cooper voiced his concern, "I don't wish to deny access to pay that is rightfully hers."
Cooper cocked his head curiously as Reddington's features adopted a kind expression, nothing more.
As if he could or would not see to all Elizabeth's wants or needs.
"Elizabeth has been anticipating the time away," Red assured.
Drumming his fingers on the desktop, Cooper shrugged after a moment. "If Agent Keen should desire compensation, please tell her she only needs to alert me."
"I will," Red's tone softened. And he would, not because he believed Elizabeth would give a damn about the paycheck, but that Harold's concern would touch her.
"When does this vacation begin?" Harold asked, somewhat bemused. Criminals required downtime just like anyone else, he was learning.
"Technically? As of this exact moment." Red consulted his watch, already feeling some tension ease at the idea.
"I admit," Harold confided, "I appreciate this forced time-off."
"I'm not forcing you to do anything," Red said, "only alerting you."
"Oh, I know that." Cooper chuckled. "But when I explain the downtime to the Brass... it will be all your doing, of course."
Red shifted casually in his chair.
"What can they say?" Cooper held his amusement because Reddington was sticking it to the people Cooper least admired in life. "Their resident CI lives by his own set of rules and schedule."
The thought warmed the cockles of one's heart.
Cooper laughed, pulling a bottle of scotch and tumblers from his drawer. "I am merely playing the messenger."
He kindly gestured to the small fridge beside the quiet figure. "Dembe, there's tea in the fridge there."
"Thank you," Dembe smiled graciously. Leaning, he perused the selection inside before making his choice.
"Take Charlene out of town, Harold." Red suggested. "Get the hell out of here," he glanced around distastefully, "... go to my cabin. Charlene will enjoy the beach access and you... the fishing."
Red leaned, pulling a card free from his wallet, sliding it across the smooth desktop.
Cooper scratched his neck, grimacing slightly as he uncorked the bottle, "...I don't know." he waged a war of conscience.
"Fine dining and shopping is just a short drive away," Red sweetened the pot. "Charlene will have a wonderful time."
Harold glanced at the offered card, idly spinning it with his finger. "Surely this has to ring of 'unethical behavior' on my part."
Ever since his discussion with Elizabeth, Red felt annoyed Cooper and the team received so little in return for their efforts.
"We may not always see eye-to-eye and butt heads frequently about protocol and rules," Red said, "but where the higher-ups do not appreciate the sacrifices made by Lizzy and your team... I most certainly do."
Cooper was actually touched the man bothered to give them any credence.
"It is such a small offer, the use of the cabin," Red coaxed, "you and your lovely wife deserve this time together."
The man checked on Dembe's welfare, pleased to see the guy could amuse himself anywhere, anytime.
"No strings, no bullshit." Red stressed. "Take the time, Harold."
Pouring a goodly splash in the heavy glass, Cooper nodded thoughtfully, "...Thank you," he chuckled. "Didn't take all that much persuading, did it."
Red lifted his glass in salute, sipping the warmed liquor. "I'm pleased."
"The key is being delivered to your wife." Dembe said, pocketing his phone, returning to his crossword puzzle diligently.
"He's so efficient." Red made mention as he stood, setting his hat in place.
Cooper smiled politely over to Dembe as well.
"Hey, Red..." Cooper said, stilling the man in his tracks, "thanks for the use of your cabin. I think Charlene will have a really nice time."
Draining his glass, Red inclined his head, situating his hat. "I hope so... you deserve it."
"Have a wonderful vacation, Dembe." Cooper raised his glass, picking up his phone, suddenly intent on calling his wife.
Rushing down the stairs, Dembe caught up with Raymond as he approached Elizabeth's team.
"Ressler," Red barked over the din of voices.
Ressler caught himself from snapping to attention at Reddington's sharp tone.
Ressler had always been curious how Reddington, the man he knew to be irreverent and noncompliant, had not only faired in the military but accomplished the rank of Captain in such a short period of time.
Well, now Ressler knew. Reddington emitted a presence of authority and discipline without even trying.
"As your Director will shortly inform you, your team is on stand down," Red glanced between the gathered trio, "until further notice."
"W-What?" Aram looked about anxiously. "Are they... shutting us down or..."
Samar came from her slouched position, scowling her own concern.
"No," Red relaxed his stature, realizing his tone had been... stressed, "I'm going on vacation."
The trio opposite him noticeably relaxed hearing that addendum.
"I've planned for a week," he informed the team, "but could possibly be gone for two as I have business afterwards."
Ressler frowned, unaccustomed to Reddington being so straightforward about his plans.
"Are you securing an alibi or..." Ressler cautiously broached the oddity. "You're never so forthcoming about, well... anything."
Red frowned internally, before comprehending the question. "I only wish to have uninterrupted time away." he assured.
"As this is short notice and you have not had ample time to prepare," Red offered, "I can provide you with funds and transportation to a destination of your choosing, should you wish time-off."
Aram gaped at the unexpected and generous offer, nervously straightening his keyboard.
"We don't have to work?" Ressler didn't trust the system, clearly.
"Clear minds are more productive." Red stated. "My advice, chuck work and take some downtime."
"Actually," Samar checked with her constituents, "we thought if nothing came up this weekend," she found her voice, grinning, "we'd just hit Atlantic City."
"Dembe..." Red glanced at the man, conveying a silent message.
Dembe once again pulled his phone free, making the necessary calls and arrangements.
Samar shrugged when Ressler frowned in her direction, wondering what that was all about.
"You think Liz might want to go with us?" Aram asked his friends.
Dembe stepped beside him, handing over a sheet of paper.
"Elizabeth is accompanying me." Red said, pouring himself a coffee. "It's complicated. She is needed. She has kindly agreed to help, enough said." he turned back to Dembe.
Red turned back to the others, placing a lid on his cup. He looked up to find three pairs of curious eyes looking at him.
Red slid the paper across to the team. "This is all the information you need for your flight, transportation and lodging," he ran his finger down the page as he spoke."As this is my doing, it's only fair I foot the bill."
He wouldn't bother telling them he'd include a stipend for all their gaming and miscellaneous expenses. He just wasn't in the mood to argue about what was and wasn't ethical.
Samar smiled kindly, accustomed to Reddington's generosity, "That's above and beyond, you know."
"Elizabeth can't relax if she thinks you aren't being taken care of in proper fashion," Red interrupted.
Resetting his hat on his head, he smoothed the brim, smiling at the stunned trio. "Have a nice time on your trip... you deserve it."
The three watched Reddington and Dembe walk to the elevator, speechless.
Red smiled happily as the door lifted... without a sound.
"Ah," he stepped into the box, "blessed silence. Thank you, John." he called out, "wherever you happen to be."
Red chuckled as the man's muffled voice replied somewhere from the recesses of a nearby wall.
"You're welcome, sir."
Glancing at the contents of a case beside him, Red opened a nearby drawer, grasping a handful of new ties.
"Are we ready to go?" Lizzy asked, reaching for her carry on and spare outfit.
Shutting the drawer, Red tossed his ties in the bag. "Yes, I'm ready."
"Where's the luggage?" she gestured to the now empty spot. "Did those goons hide them!?"
"Silas and the guys rushed them to the cars..." Red said, picking up his own satchel. "Quite happily, too. I think they're looking forward to us leaving."
"Well, I'm not going to bring them any souvenirs then." she turned her pert nose up, earning a chuckle from the man beside her as they traversed the hall.
"All ready for your trip?" Nora smiled brightly at the couple as they neared the foyer, baggage in hand.
"We are, and you won't believe how much he's making me take." Liz scolded lightly. "Five bags and my carry-on."
"A man after my own heart." Nora chuckled, "Don't you go causing waves now, dear. It's not every day a man doesn't complain about taking half your closet along."
"Listen to her, Lizzy." Red winked, taking the bag from Lizzy's hand. "I told you I was a keeper." he smiled at the cook. "And you, are you ready for your time away?"
"I am so looking forward to your wonderful surprise." Nora smiled at the young woman and her employer.
It had stunned her when Mr. Reddington and Francis approached her days before, graciously offering her and her family a private flight and stay in Francis' beach house in Florida for the week.
Her shock turned to utter disbelief when both men informed her, not only did they provide a generous bonus... but also saw to it a private chef, tickets to local amusement parks and vehicles were awaiting her private use.
"You and young Francis are beyond generous."
"Now, you remember, you are to take another week off when you get back." Red gave Nora a stern look. "I want you to take a real rest period when you come home."
"Well, I don't think I'll need it, but again," Nora complied, "I could not ask for a better employer."
"You enjoy your time... we will sorely miss you." Red muttered, patting Nora's arm before ushering Lizzy through the door.
Red placed the carry-on bags in the SUV, "Okay then, I guess we're set. You guys gonna be okay with your Dungeons and Dragons?"
"How passé," Silas sighed his weariness. "It's Call of Duty or Grand Theft Auto now."
"I could go for some D&D," Joe nodded. "Well, I could." he shrugged when Silas gave him a deep scowl.
"You mean games for ten-year-old's." Red countered, ignoring Joe completely. He made his way around the car to Lizzy's side.
"Considering we work with you," Silas countered, "it's considered practice."
"What do you want me to bring you?" Liz had a list going.
"I thought you said you weren't getting them souvenirs?" Red reminded the woman of her earlier statement.
"Oh, Red..." Liz tsked, brushing him off, her pencil ready. "I know you hated the mug I got you last trip." she instantly returned her interest to Silas.
"I don't know why I would hate a mug that reminds me what a grouchy old bastard I am every day," Silas pulled a face at Liz's happy giggle. "Be a little more creative this time, huh?"
"Then just tell me what you want!" Liz had the problem solved.
Silas stepped, looking down at the woman, "I want you to get your sweet ass…"
Red rolled his eyes when the woman beamed happily at the backwards compliment, brushing a hand across the sweet derriere,
"… In that seat so I can start my vacation," Silas continued, pointing a stern finger.
Liz sighed, sliding in obediently, "All right, but if you wind up with another grumpy bastard mug, don't come crying to me."
Closing the door, Red stepped, blocking the guard's sight of the woman, "Have a nice time... we'll see you in a week or so."
As was her custom these days, Liz pulled a compact from her purse, freshening her make-up... and checking the surrounding area for tails.
As they pulled onto the main road, Liz sighed her woe, "Tom's following us."
Though Tom had taken her threatening promise, which allowed her guards free will to shoot him on sight, under advisement and no longer parked by their home... he found a parking lot on the main highway which suited his purpose.
The jerk couldn't see their house from his position, but knew of their comings and goings.
"Don't worry about it." Red smiled, settling more comfortably into the seat. "Really, it's no issue."
Closing her compact, Liz placed it in her purse, shrugging. If Red wasn't worried...
It seemed only a few minutes before Liz felt the car slow, breaking her attention from the book in her hands.
"Where are we going exactly?" she asked, gesturing to Red's jet sitting on the tarmac alongside the road they traveled. She just assumed they would be a quick jaunt away. Apparently, that assumption was incorrect. "We aren't staying in the area?"
"We're off to Texas, about an hour or so away from Dallas." Red said, waiting for the SUV to pull to a halt.
Pushing from the car, he went about to Lizzy's side, opening her door. "Mark has a little place down there. Very comfortable. You'll like it."
She glanced to her side at the sound of Tom's car pulling outside the gated area, "Can he get our flight plan?"
"He better not be able to do so," Red assured, grabbing her bag. "I pay these people very well for their silence."
Shrugging carelessly, Liz let the matter rest. Even if Tom procured their destination, it was highly unlikely he could breach Mark's residence. She felt better.
"It's about time you got here." Francis called down, peeking his head out of the jet door. Ben stepped in behind him, giving the couple a jaunty wave.
"Oh, hey, guys." Liz smiled, grasping her outfit. "I didn't know you decided to go with us."
Francis had not been on the premises when she and Red departed. She figured he decided to tagalong with Michael and Susan as he originally planned.
"Go ahead, we'll deal with the luggage." Red said, tossing Francis her carry on.
"What the hell is he doing here?" Francis scowled as Tom leaned against his car's frame, leisurely watching all taking place.
"Who knows," Liz shrugged, "who the hell cares."
Rolling his eyes, Ben took her carry-on, stashing it under her normal seat before accepting Liz's kiss to his cheek for his gentlemanly efforts.
Squinting, Francis' mood fell when he realized Tom had binoculars pointed at the plane.
"Looks like he's trying to get the tail number." Francis scoffed at Tom's stupidity. "Like Red doesn't change that every flight." he muttered despairingly. "The guy's a moron."
Side-stepping Ben, Liz scowled curiously as Francis reached for his belt. She hurriedly busied herself elsewhere, for she instinctively sensed mischief afoot.
Hanging her spare outfit out of the way, she glanced back over her shoulder when Ben's raucous laughter caught her attention.
"You show him, Francis," Ben cackled, uncapping a beer, "...literally!"
"What the hell are you doing!" Liz's eyes bugged, finding Francis hanging his bare ass out the doorway. She averted her eyes, her mouth pulling into a reluctant grin, having seen the answer to her enquiry.
"Subtly telling that bitch to 'kiss my ass'." Francis replied, smacking a hand against his own bum to draw attention to the area needed.
"I wasn't aware you swung that way, Francis." Ben glanced out a nearby window, snorting his glee at the disgusted look on Tom's face.
Traversing the stairs, Red glanced up from his watch... stopping dead in his tracks. He stared at the unfettered view afforded him.
"I wish I could say this is all unfamiliar territory," Red confided in Dembe, "but we both know... it isn't."
"I am not even going to ask." Dembe's deep voice filtered through the cabin as he bypassed the naked-ass man barring the portal.
Glancing at Ben laughing fitfully, Liz muffled her amusement at the sound of Red's bewildered and resigned voice.
"What the hell are you doing this time, Francis?"
Jerking his head about, Francis smiled wanly when he found Red looking stoically past the spectacle he was creating.
"Oh," Francis lifted slightly from his bent position, "is everybody on board now?"
"If you mean, are we ready to leave," Red clarified, "then, yes."
Pushing past the young man, Red shared a long suffering look with Lizzy before the woman averted her eyes away from Francis adjusting his clothing.
Giving Tom a final one finger 'salute', Francis moved aside, allowing Dembe access to secure the flight door.
Sticking his head into greet the pilots as was his custom, Red found them desperately attempting to hide their amusement over Francis' antics.
He gently closed the cockpit door, letting the matter go.
"You ready?" Red asked, clasping Lizzy's hand as she leaned comfortably against him.
"I'm so ready..." she beamed her excitement when the jet started rolling. "You?"
"For seven days of peace and quiet, with you?" Red said over the engine's thrust, squeezing her fingers. "Yeah, I'm more than ready for that."
"I'm glad you suggested I change." Liz fanned herself, blotting her brow with a handkerchief. "This is going to take some getting used to."
The damp humidity clung to them as they traversed the stairs of the jet.
Red smiled as the woman turned into the gusty wind, the only thing that made the oppressive heat bearable. The light fabric of her outfit billowed, allowing the wind to cool her somewhat.
"It'll get better within the hour. It's always warmer in the afternoon, then there's a break." Adjusting his hat, Red opened the backdoor to the waiting SUV.
Liz lifted her book, fanning Red with the pages, "Aren't you dying?"
"You're forgetting I travel all over the world." Red assisted the woman into the backseat, "It's not until I get down further south that the heat affects me."
"I guess I can understand that." Turning the air vent her way, Liz leaned into it, thankful for the burst of cold air.
"We'll be there soon, then you can freshen up." Red bolstered. "You'll have plenty of time to enjoy a cool bath."
"God, that sounds heavenly." she groaned her desire, smacking Francis' hand away from the vent.
Francis pulled a face at her, but gingerly slid his vent into proper position.
The Texas countryside stretched out for what seemed endless miles of lovely panorama.
Endless blue skies gave way to natural wildflower. Blowing wheat and large bushels of hay dotted the landscape which made for quite a picturesque view.
Red felt the stress he'd been carrying slowly bleed from his frame as he relaxed in the simplistic setting.
After what seemed a relatively short drive, they came to a long stretch of lined trees, broken by a huge gated area.
Two enormous brick walls and a large looming decorative gate greeted them as Dembe slowed and turned into the paved drive.
"That was fast." Liz remarked, pleasantly delighted by the brief trip.
"We landed at Mark's private airstrip," Red explained. "The nearest airport is over thirty minutes away."
"Donovan Manor?" Liz asked of the placard on the stone wall.
"I always thought he was being a bit pretentious with the name." Red allowed a wry smile.
"I wanted to call it Twelve Oaks." Francis piped in, "but Mark said someone already took the name."
"Twelve Oaks, as in the plantation... from Gone with the Wind?" Liz enquired politely.
"Like everyone knows that bit of obscure trivia." Francis scoffed.
"You're right... of course," Liz placated, patting Francis' hand. She turned to Red, her eyes rolling their disbelief.
As Dembe supplied their information to the guards on post, Liz looked about her surroundings.
She could barely hear Dembe's soft-spoken replies in the backseat over the blowing wind.
"Wow... is this normal for Texas?"
"The wind has picked up, yes," Red replied. "It's been known to gust up to forty miles per hour on a normal day. It's very nice at night. I enjoy hearing it"
The guard gestured for them to proceed, pointing to a man behind the Venetian style wrought-iron gate.
Passing through, Liz noted two armed men off to each side. "Uhh.."
"They're all over the place." Red patted her hand consolingly. "Don't worry about it. It's for our protection."
"If you say so." she craned her head, peering into passing bushes for other hidden guards. That's where Silas would station them, at least.
Driving down the long lane, each side bracketed by trees, Liz sat straight in the seat, getting her first glimpse of the Manor. "Oh... wow."
"It is nice." Red's smiled warmly, watching Lizzy's surprised reaction. "Isn't it?"
"Little place. Red! That thing is what… eight, ten stories tall?" It was stunning to see this size building in the middle of Nowhere, Texas.
Breaking out from under the canopy of trees, the vehicle passed an elegant water fountain and lush gardens spanning out in all directions.
Rounding the fountain unveiled the bustle of employees unloading limos and expensive private cars.
"It's not a house, it's a hotel." she scolded.
"You didn't tell her?" Ben turned to look at them from the front.
"I didn't really think about it, to be honest." Red admitted. He'd been here before, he knew the place well.
The architects had done a wonderful job utilizing the vast space by showcasing the renowned grandiose Texas style.
The building, while massive, held sophisticated, old world charm.
Enormous pillars lined the stately façade, welcoming and enticing guests to venture further into the grand ambience.
Smatterings of plants and small pockets of clustered group seating made up of rocking chairs and porch swings gave the appearance of wrap around porches from a more simplistic era.
Mark's updated version of the theme was beautiful and charming, Liz thought.
Large white ash couches, piled with thick cushion and pillow, hung securely from sturdy ropes. If one were so inclined, a person could comfortably doze upon the large surface in the lazy summer heat.
Visitors gently rocked themselves as they visited with others, enjoying their cool drinks and shared laughter in the welcomed shade.
The muscles in Liz's frame unwound at the very sight of the heavenly picture.
Looking up, Liz caught a glimpse of huge seamless bay windows she assumed allowed unfettered views of the vibrant and well-kept gardens.
Dembe swung around the roundabout, giving Liz a passing glance of French doors leading to private balconies. Lush drapes of ivy and flora ensured an amazing panoramic view and solitude.
She felt instantly welcomed by the Manor's warmth and hominess.
"It's a special retreat." Red rubbed his thumb against her slick thumbnail. "They house a lot of important people, Mark tells me."
"Why?" Liz asked, still taking in the scenery provided. "I mean, it's lovely, but it's not really near anything."
"Actually, New Orleans and Houston are only a stone's throw away." Red alerted her to their location. "It's very well hidden. The grounds stretch on for miles, so there's a very slim chance of media taking your picture out here." he mentioned a perk important to himself. "Unless you have reservations, you can't get in."
"It's a perfect place to hide for a while." Liz muttered, understanding the underlying gist of Red's information.
Pulling up under the covered drive, Red ushered Liz out of the way of the bellboys, escorting her towards the doors.
Wrapping an arm about Red's, Liz gaped at the luxurious décor as they traversed the lobby.
If possible, the hotel looked even larger on the inside.
A grand staircase lined in a rich maroon runner, split into two halves and curved around two enormous pillars.
The trim of dark wood and intricate ornamental iron of the banister and balustrade was exquisite.
Flickering fire light candelabra at each end, guided and beckoned guests closer to its majesty.
The warm, rich glow of delicate chandeliers lining the lobby, subtly directed visitors to the spacious front desk.
Grinning, Red pulled Lizzy alongside him, utterly enchanted by her reaction to her surroundings.
Inhaling, Liz hummed her delight.
Even before entering the hotel, her senses were awash with the mellow and delicious aroma of Lilac and Honeysuckle.
The soft scent drifted inward, for the lobby was overflowing with the lovely floral arrangements and strategically placed oil warmers.
The wide open space smelled absolutely divine.
Craning her head, she glanced at the row of specialty shops. Focusing on the sound of men laughing, she saw a cluster of them in what appeared to be a smoke shop, testing out cigars and drinks. Ladies in a neighboring storefront sampled testers of exotic perfumes and luxurious lotions.
Glancing upwards, people standing on balconies overlooking the first floor, smiled and chatted as they waved at passing acquaintances.
She almost felt like she was on an old time ship. She wholeheartedly expected to see women with parasols and 'Merry Widow' hats festooned with ostrich feather come around a corner on the arms of high-class gentlemen.
She was excited to see what other amazing sights awaited her on the horizon.
As they neared the check in area, their host greeted them.
"Hey, you guys made it!" Mark grasped Red's hand, pulling him into an embrace before turning his attention to the other three men. Liz smiled as each slapped one another on the back.
Mark smiled at Liz, hugging her warmly. "You look wonderful."
"Thank you, and may I return the compliment," she brightened at the man's sincere words, gesturing to her surroundings. "Your accommodations are simply amazing, if I say so myself."
"You're in Texas, little lady. We do everything big here." Mark boasted proudly.
Red pointed Lizzy to a charming tea room bustling with guests and refreshments. "You want to sit, I'll get our room?"
Grabbing her a glass of wine, Red stood waiting as Lizzy happily chose some delicious finger foods before seating herself at a nearby table.
"I feel so grand!" she pulled a playful face, lifting her chin regally. "I need a parasol."
"I'll rustle one of for you, pretty lady." Red fingered the brim of his hat, tipping it.
Liz nibbled on her snack, watching Red confer with the clerk. Seconds later, Red approached, crouching before her.
"If you're going to propose, you're doing it all wrong, fella." she made a point of looking at the man's empty hands.
"Do you have a preference for either the North or South side?" Red held his amusement.
"Well," Liz drawled slowly, "I would have preferred the proposal or at least a proposition..." she pursed her lips into a smile, "but no, not really, do I?"
Realizing his faux pas, Red quickly supplied a quick layout of the hotel...
"The North side has a view of the pavilion, pool and other activities." he said. "The South side has a view of the gardens and fountains. Gets the most wind at night."
While she was sure the North side would have an entertaining view... they were here to rest and recharge. Which is what she planned to do while in the privacy of their room.
Besides, Red liked the wind, she remembered. "I want the South side."
Red's eyes trailed Lizzy as she flit about the room, grinning at him from time to time with barely contained excitement.
Nodding his thanks to the bellboys, Red tipped them generously, allowing the door to close upon their retreat.
"...Well?" Red awaited the verdict.
"Oh, Red..." Liz scanned the luxurious suite, "it's gorgeous! Are they all like this?"
"The rooms?" he assumed, shrugging. "More or less. Though, this one has been removed of anything which could puncture an artery." he grinned, tossing his hat to a side table.
"That's all right... I have plenty of stuff in my bag." Liz sat her purse aside, intent on investigating the private dining area. While the table allowed for guests, the setting itself spoke of intimacy and solitude.
"The private balcony," he stepped past her, "is accessible from both here and the master." he opened the door, allowing the sweet summer wind inside. "From here, you will be able to see the Guest house."
"Guest house?"
"It's a Southern thing. They want guests to feel welcome, so they apparently build an entirely different house for their use." Red shrugged, losing his jacket in the process. "In this case, it's Mark's private quarters. It's where I'll be if needed or not with you."
"Need I remind you," Liz muttered as she scanned the array of expensive knickknacks, "we have a guest house at home. Are we just as Southern as the next guy?"
Red hesitated, dropping his suit coat over the back of a nearby chair. Blinking, his eyes blurred... her words echoing in his head.
It seemed Elizabeth was thinking along similar lines he had been for weeks now.
How many times had he muttered the phrases, 'on his way home' or 'glad to be home'... meaning, where ever Elizabeth was, that's where he wanted to be.
It had not dawned on him until just this moment; at some point, Elizabeth and Home, while still separate entities, had and did evoke the same feeling of contentment.
He knew the moment he realized how comfortable he was in her home. The exact time it occurred to him... he had a preferred side of the bed, that he utilized the office more than she did.
Lizzy's home had become his as well.
But how the hell had he not noticed the moment Lizzy's home became their home in her mind as well?
Did it matter in the grand scheme of things? All that mattered was he and Lizzy had a house... together. They were living the same life.
They also had a damn guest house.
Chuckling to himself, Red sauntered in behind the small body, snuggling into it, "Technically," he murmured quietly in her ear, "we have two guest houses."
They had the original homestead on the property still, and as it was not in use... it could be deemed an area for guests, he supposed.
"Oh, right..." Liz turned a bit, seeking him out, "I need to decorate that, huh?"
"You should..." Red agreed.
"It's not a bad idea, you know." Liz shrugged, returning to the previous subject. "Even if you have family come to visit, when you're tired of them, you can lock them out of the main house, guilt free."
"I rarely experience guilt, so I wouldn't know." Red grinned, earning a small scoff from Lizzy. "I'd have no problem locking the door, regardless."
Lifting the woman's hand, Red kissed the tender flesh of her palm. "I'll grab the bags," he murmured, "you start your bath."
Walking through the darkened French doors leading to the master, Liz took in the beautiful, luxurious surroundings... instantly at ease.
The longing to sink into the overstuffed chairs was instantaneous, as was the deep desire to cuddle into the luxurious blankets and pillows piled on the bed.
Running her fingers along the softness of the bedding, the textures of fleece and fur were calming, yet sensual.
She sensed she and Red would spend a great deal of time in this room.
Exploring further, the plush carpeting gave way to marble as she stepped into the bathroom, a tiny squeal of happiness tickling her throat.
Gaping at the surroundings, Liz ran exploring fingers across the shiny, grayish marble as she moved further into the expanse room.
To her right, a picture window drew attention to an enormous jetted soaker tub.
A small remote beside the brushed silver faucets lowered not only the lights but window shades to ensure privacy and mute the powerful summer sun.
The double sink vanity sat atop shelving which held countless linens and other amenities offered at the hotel.
She stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror which adorned an entire wall of its own.
A walk-in shower with various water jets and a heating element, and a private toilet just to her right, completed her idea of perfection.
Sliding a decorative basket free from its shelf, Liz giddily pulled at the ribbon, rummaging through the expensive lotions and bath products available for her use.
Rushing for the tub, she turned the tap on full. Pouring a generous amount of creamy gel into the swirling waters, the rich burst of fragrant coconut and Shea instantly teased her senses.
Stepping back into the grand master, she glanced around at the sound of Red bustling about... but couldn't see him, anywhere.
"Where are you?" she spun in a small circle, perplexed.
"In the closet." Came just from her left. Stepping through the opened doorway, she gaped at the size of the space.
"I think this thing is bigger than my first apartment." she glanced upwards at the numerous shelves offering every shape of nook and cranny one could need.
Like their closet at home, they each had a side of their own, allowing them space to maneuver and store their things.
"There's a safe," Red reached past her small stature, pushing at a hidden panel in the wall.
Opening the door, Liz peered inside, impressed by its size. "What everyone needs, a safe, slash rental property all in one."
"Do I get the code as well?" Liz asked. "I have jewelry... and a really neat gun."
Red wrapped his arms low about her waist, "What about... 504?"
Nodding her approval, Liz tittered softly under her breath. "Should be easy enough to remember... since it's my user ID at work."
"Did you just tell me classified information?" Red lifted a curious brow.
"Well," she hedged, "... not all of it, of course."
"You'd think I was a criminal or something," he murmured, entering the new code to set the safe up for their use.
Smiling, Liz took the bag holding her dresses from his hand, hanging them on a nearby hook. Red assisted in the bag's removal then, set it aside.
"There, all finished." he leaned against the doorjamb, watching Lizzy adjust her gowns quickly. "How's your water faring?"
"Oh, right!" Liz rushed from the closet, hastily shutting down the taps. She hummed joyously at the idea of fully immersing herself in the mountain of frothy bubbles.
"It is quite impressive, isn't it?" Red remarked, sitting his toiletries on the sink. "You could fit six people in that thing."
"I'm going to swim laps in the deep end." she beamed happily, kicking her shoes free.
"Francis once attempted a cannonball..." he mumbled, placing his shaving paraphernalia on the ornate counter.
Red grinned at the reflection of the woman as she disrobed with due haste and plunged into the depths of her bliss.
"You're quite beautiful," he grabbed a towel, walking towards the tub, "you know."
"Am I?" she blushed softly, slinking further into the frothy suds.
"Very," placing the towel within reach, he sat overlooking the beauty before him. "You're like a treasured piece of art. Comfortingly familiar, but ever captivating."
"I bet you say that to all the girls." the beauty of the poetically stated phrase astounded her. "Where the hell do you come up with all these amazing things?"
"Consider the subject." Red waved a hand.
Tracing the curve of her cheek, Red lost himself to the creamy flesh, "Just when I think I have you memorized and imprinted in my mind," he followed the sloping line of her earlobe, "I stumble over a hidden secret I never noticed before..."
Red's eyes scanned his piece of art, captivated by the teasing glimpses of skin peeking out from under the mountains of bubbles... more specifically, a beauty mark.
One of which he never noticed before. Though now, as she sat here with the sun as her backdrop and makeup less, he could see the charming mark gracing the corner of Lizzy's eye.
"Will I always be like that to you?" she asked quietly, a tiny fear niggling at the back of her mind.
"Most definitely." he reached, touching his new favorite spot of the day.
"How can you be so sure." she tried so hard to hide the doubt in her voice, though knew she probably failed miserably.
"Because as I said, you're beautiful..."
"Beauty fades."
"You're worried about growing older?" he questioned.
"Well...I suppose." Wasn't every woman?
"I think you're more attractive now than you were when I met you a year ago." Red confessed.
Liz scowled up at him, unsure how to take that exactly.
Red chuckled at the sour expression, having received exactly the response he had wished for.
"Contrary to popular belief, there is more to a person's worth than physical beauty." Red began, drawing Liz's rapt attention.
"I believe you to be incredibly beautiful, desirable and sexy... physically," he didn't deny it. He could sit there all day and expound on her physical attributes.
"Why do I feel there is a 'but' coming?" she wondered aloud.
"But... your maturity, quick-wittedness, enlightenment ... and confidence," he continued, "all that growth shows in your very demeanor, now."
She hadn't quite thought about it like that before. "Are you sure you don't have me mixed up with someone?"
"It may sound trite, but you've blossomed, and it shows in all areas. You've become very stylish, poised and self-assured." Red's eyes softened.
"There is nothing more attractive than a woman with confidence and a positive outlook on her life, especially in your case, with all the negativity surrounding it."
She had to admit; she laughed more, worried less... loved with all her heart.
"And to top it all off," he looked at her in that special way, "... you're a fabulous lover."
Liz's cheeks reddened at the ready compliments Red bestowed on her.
"You've matured into a very desirable woman, Elizabeth." Red stated. "I have never loved you more than I do at this moment," he lifted her chin, holding her eyes steadily, "...until tomorrow arrives and I realize I love you even more."
Staring adoringly at the woman, Red traced newly formed laugh lines and her thinning cheeks, marking the last vestiges of her baby fat... her supposed youth, disappearing.
"With age comes real beauty, baby."
After Red's words earlier, Liz had readied herself for this adventure with bolstered confidence and anticipation.
Glancing at her attire and immaculate hair and makeup in the mirror's reflection, she felt her posture transform. The way she walked and held herself was... different.
"I'm sure you already know it," Red came in behind her, taking in the vision, "... but you're absolutely stunning."
"I do..." Liz teased, smiling over her shoulder at the man. "It's always nice to hear, regardless."
She felt poised, stylish and confident. Now it was time to show all the doubters she belonged here... with Red.
"I enjoy hearing you say that." Red's eyes twinkled with delight, "Let's have some fun, shall we?"
Walking the second-floor balcony arm-in-arm, they meandered their way to the grand staircase, mingling with the milling crowds.
Red noted, as both men and women alike warmly welcomed Lizzy into the fold as Red's fiancee, she further relaxed after each introduction.
Working the room, Red couldn't have been more proud with Lizzy there by his side.
Much to his delight, and relief; Lizzy smiled, laughed, even made sport of him good-naturedly a time or two... more than holding her own with this overly confident, often egotistical, crowd.
It was obvious he wasn't the only person enchanted by her presence. More than a few men fell under her spell.
The woman was an endearing balance of intelligence and naiveté, which was positively charming.
Mainly because she owned up to it.
While most people would have acted as if they already knew everything or directed the conversation to other subjects, if stumbled or flummoxed...
Lizzy came right out and asked questions about the unknown, enthralled by the knowledge thrown her way. She had been engaging as hell, without even trying.
Due to Lizzy alone, more than a dozen offers to visit faraway places she had never been, had come their way.
Sincere invitations meant to draw the woman out and become better acquainted with someone which truly held their interest.
Along with a subtle hint to Red, there was also interest in doing business with him as well.
It had been a damned productive afternoon.
Finally, making their way through the hoards of guests and waiters carrying overloaded trays, they entered through the opened double doors of the grand dining room.
Liz smiled her pleasure, immersing herself in such class and elegance.
Soft color tones, gorgeous chandeliers hanging from intricate inlaid ceilings, brocade seating and rich woods greeted them as they strolled into the opulent room.
The rich aromas, lively chatter and tinkling of silverware and crystal added to Liz's earlier thoughts, reminding her of the stately ships of yesteryear.
Red's mouth curved, charmed by Lizzy's awe of her surroundings. But then, he couldn't blame her. Mark had done well with the renovations.
Mark had stated he had wanted some old world charm from a bygone era, something reminiscent of the turn of the century... without the clutter. If Lizzy's reaction was anything to judge by, the man had hit his mark.
Even Red felt as if he should sport a celluloid collar, pocket watch and place a silk fan in Lizzy's hand.
"Let's get to our table," Red suggested, "and I'll grab some drinks."
Making their way through the gathered crowd, Red occasionally stopped for a quick hello and introduction and a promise to catch up, before moving on.
Francis neared them, drink in hand. "Red, Lizzy... you look beautiful."
Red held his expression when Francis cocked a wry eyebrow. "Thank you, Francis. So do you."
"Not you, her." Francis sighed wearily. "Our table is over there." he gestured towards a long bay of windows overlooking the amazing hues of the early evening sky.
"Where's Dembe?" Red searched the room for his right-hand man.
"At the table next to ours," Francis pointed, "besting the guards again this year with his stats, as usual."
"Stats?" Liz queried.
"Faster mile, lower cholesterol, better BMI..." Red rambled on, rolling his hand expressively, "better hair, more muscles... you get my drift."
Liz's mouth pulled into a smile. It seemed the promised competitions, at least for Dembe, had already begun.
Approaching their table, Red pulled Lizzy's chair free. "What did you want to drink? Anything in particular?" he gingerly slid the cushioned seat in as she sat.
"Surprise me." she smiled up at him as the man walked towards the bar.
Nodding at their approaching host, Liz smiled her welcome to the unknown couple beside him.
"Lizzy," Mark gestured, offering the introductions, "this is Michael and Susan Fairfax."
Offering her hand, Liz welcomed the enthralling and striking couple she'd heard so much about.
They appeared around Red's age and were said to live in Italy... though their accents appeared more British to Lizzy's ear.
Michael had dark brown hair with flecks of gray at his temples and well kept facial hair. He very much reminded Liz of a professor from her college days that all the girls swooned over.
All that was missing were the elbow patches on his sleeves to complete the picture.
While the man was playful and humorous, there was also an air of intimidation about him.
More than once, Liz felt like a bug under a microscope, having found the man's piercing blue eyes focused intently on her as she spoke.
Such intensity actually unnerved her a time or two.
Susan, like Maria... was the epitome of sophistication.
The woman's stylishly cut caramel blonde hair framed and highlighted her stunning bone structure and hazel-green eyes.
Her tailored clothing accentuated her svelte figure and graceful stature. It was obvious the clothes fit Susan, not that Susan fit the clothes. The woman found her own style, one which spoke of comfort and class.
While Liz may have felt self-conscious to sit across from a woman so cultured even two weeks ago, she now felt no such apprehension.
While she strove to have half of what came naturally to Susan, she was getting better in piecing together a wardrobe that suited her and knew with practice, she, too, would find what worked best for her own imitable style.
Red's earlier words jangled in her inner ear... With age comes real beauty.
While she wasn't in a class with Susan, Liz felt she was on her way.
Susan truly was captivating, Liz knew that much.
Aside from the woman's husky and sultry tone, one reminiscent of a Lauren Bacall or Kathleen Turner... Susan's sense of humor was delightful.
In just these few short minutes, Susan had cut the men at the table with such quick droll wit... they stared at her with great respect and open admiration.
Liz listened contentedly, catching up on news and even juicy gossip
Carefully balancing the drinks in his hand, Red rolled exasperated eyes as he side-stepped the woman, hastily moving on.
Giving a brief nod of thanks to his ally for the rescue, Red sat their drinks down, sitting beside Elizabeth.
Liz lost count how many people stopped by to chat. More than a few, in Liz's humble opinion, desired to be seen with the group congregated at her table.
Sitting his drink down, Red caught Lizzy's intriguing expression.
"... What?" he chuckled, "you look like the proverbial Cheshire cat. What's going on?"
"I've never sat at the cool kids' table before." Liz whispered.
"Stick with me, baby, and you'll be invited to all the good parties."
After a lavish lunch, Liz expected a little dancing... perhaps a stroll with Red among the lovely gardens which would have ended the afternoon on a high note for her.
However, at a designated, appointed time, all diners arose, seemingly well-versed in what was to come next on the day's agenda, which at that time did she learn Red and his co-horts played games ranging from trivia to Pictionary.
It was both bizarre and charming as all participants were playfully competitive. Liz, along with those at her table, had enjoyed themselves immensely.
Guiding Lizzy through the French doors to the veranda, Red glanced at the woman walking beside him, barely containing his smile for Lizzy's step had a definite bounce, matching her good spirits.
Two years in, and Elizabeth could still surprise him. Since stepping from the sanctuary of their room, he had noted with a certain amount of pride, Lizzy exuded confidence, grace and appeal people were finding endearing.
Red found Lizzy's mood now, so damned enchanting he couldn't take his eyes off her. He wondered if she knew how utterly charming she could be?
Unlike earlier, there was no call for him to initiate introductions to his peers... Lizzy took it upon herself to smile a cordial greeting and a wish for a pleasant evening to passing couples also enjoying a walk in the gardens, just as they were now.
It amused Red to note, Lizzy's open manner and eagerness to engage in conversation eased nerves of young upstarts who at one time were apprehensive, or even avoided, approaching Red.
In just a brief span of time, he made a slew of new connections and doors opened to talk business and strategy... after the holiday was over.
Smiling at the departing duo, Lizzy snuggled into his side, "Are you networking on our vacation?" she smiled knowingly.
"Who? Me?" Red asked innocently.
"You're such a workaholic," she crinkled her nose.
"They fought to get an invitation here specifically to network, Lizzy," he explained. "I'd be a prick if I didn't allow their approach and take their card." he said, placing said information in his jacket pocket.
Liz nodded after a fashion, "I guess there are some movers and shakers here, huh?" she glanced about at the mingling crowd. "It would be a waste of opportunity to not present themselves."
"Most can go far on their own," Red granted, "but with investors, such as myself, to move the process along..."
"You're a softy, Red Reddington," her eyes softened. She leaned against Red's frame, offering the man a gentle kiss.
"Or... I like money," Red countered, wrapping his arm about her waist. His large hand settled on the beginning swell of her bottom in a familiar caress.
"True," Liz wouldn't disagree, "but you're mainly a softy with a big heart."
"Are you trying to soften me up for your own agenda?" Red teased.
Liz smiled, running smoothing fingers over his tie, "Do I have to," she lifted coquettish eyes, "you said once , whatever I want... I can have."
Red nodded slowly, "I did say that, didn't I."
"You did," she batted her lashes, "besides, I have access to your wallet anytime I please."
Holding his expression, Red nodded, "Yes... and I can feel those fingers lifting my wallet, even as we speak."
Heaving a sigh, Liz removed her hand from Red's pocket, letting the wallet drop back into place.
"Am I getting rusty?" she worried superficially.
"Not at all," he disagreed. "I've just become very aware of your touch on my ass."
"I've noticed that about you as well," Liz bantered playfully. "Have I mentioned how much I enjoy those moments?"
"Not in so many words," Red's eyes twinkled, "in actions though..."
"I will learn to be more vocal," Liz made mental note.
"Please do so," Red encouraged. "I do so enjoy hearing that little mouth of yours when it's saying crude, vulgar things."
"Hey, Red," Francis approached like a specter out of a mist, unannounced and eager to be noticed, "Mark thought you might want to hear what that guy with him," he gestured to the men, "has to say about this inventory he has available."
"At what point did I say, I wished to work while on vacation?" Stepping back, Red gave Francis a disgruntled look. "Or that you could blithely interrupt my private time whenever the mood struck?"
"Don't give me the look," Francis set his hands on his hips, "you were already networking, so... what's one more guy?"
Liz giggled as Red's head lolled about, clearly unhappy with the interruption. "Go on, it'll only take a minute." she encouraged. "Hear what he has to say, get his card, set up a meeting later... move and shake, do your thing."
"This will only take a moment," Red sighed, sealing the promise with a kiss. "Thank you, Elizabeth... for understanding."
"Take your time... I'll just take a turn with Francis," Liz smiled warmly, stepping alongside the man in question, turning on her heel.
"Oh... Lizzy?" Red said, causing the woman to hesitate in her steps.
"Yeah?" Liz looked at Red expectantly.
Red lifted his hand, palm up, wiggling his fingers. "...If you please."
Scoffing dejectedly, Liz slapped the man's wallet in his open palm before flouncing off, totally miffed by Red's perceptive ways.
Francis laughed quietly at the odd exchange before joining up with the vexed woman.
Both walked the garden, taking in the fragrant and beautiful sight of all the flowers in bloom and water effects placed throughout the generous space.
"It really is beautiful out here," Liz leaned, delighting in the rich burst of Lilac tickling her senses.
"Mark did a good job... for an imbecile," Francis had to agree. "With all the palm trees and exotic flowers, you almost forget you're in Texas."
A bright flash of light streaked across the sky, followed closely by a low rumble of thunder in the near distance, garnering both their attention.
"Almost, anyway." Francis smiled. "The storms here can be pretty intense. We should head on in."
Slowly waving his curled fingers, Red gestured her to come. Liz flushed as the motion inspired her to move... just as it did in the bedroom. Or, at the very least, she felt no resistance in her reactionary desire to move closer towards Red.
She had to admit, if only to herself... her core tightened in response to the manner in which Red's fingers moved. Were he to offer finding a quiet nook and put those fingers to use, she wouldn't put up much resistance.
If Red Reddington didn't at least put in the effort to accost her on their private balcony or hidden alcove, in some manner before their departure... she would be very disappointed to say the least.
Heads would roll... which end, she couldn't be certain.
They were on vacation, after all. They were here to relax, unwind... and hopefully enjoy quality time together.
Bad food, overcrowded tourist attractions, atrocious accommodations and arguments mired all her weekend getaways with previous partners.
She often needed a day to recover from the exhaustion and disappointment of the failed mini-break.
Needless to say, that Red provided a tranquil setting, beautiful lodging, delicious food and good humor gave her high-hopes for the rest of their time there.
If he went so far as to deliver sex on demand... she would have no qualms awarding the man an A+ rating.
Canting his head, a slow smile crept its way across Red's features as he focused on her. The man's fingers moved restlessly against his thigh, as if sensing her desire for him to touch something more... substantial.
The slight lift of Red's brows alerted Liz; the man was well aware of her private thoughts and approved the direction in which they turned.
Where she would have normally remained stoic in her features or even delivered a reprimanding look... she instead allowed her mouth to lift into a flirtatious, mischievous tilt.
They quickened in their steps as a light drizzle misted the gardens... and them.
While Liz normally wouldn't care and enjoyed the refreshing, crisp dotting her flesh, her ensemble would protest.
Liz grasped Francis' arm as they bounced up the quickly wetting stairs.
Red neared their position, an umbrella in hand.
Sliding on her heel on the slick pavement, Red wrapped a secure arm about Lizzy, steadying her as all three rushed towards the doors as the heavens gave way and rain poured in buckets around them.
Maybe it was the power of the rain or Red's presence beside her... but Liz felt the next couple days would be good ones.