You Left Behind More Than Memories…

A/N: In this first scene, Liz is absolutely devastating, I could not work with her like this so I've changed it. I realised that he wasn't handcuffed in this scene and there was only one guard so I RAN with that. You're welcome, the angst has been away too long guys! I have changed the scene where he talks to Dembe about finding Renard.

Note: Lizzy is choked out when Jen is taken but has no bruises so I've added that. o_O

Honestly this ep has been a pain in the butt, it was so dense so I had to find some fun somewhere and blatantly throw all caution to the wind. Canon divergent from here because I can't work with Fake!Liz, Ress and this he knows, she knows business!

Song is: Leave Like That - SMYL

Part Two: Now When I Sleep I'm Only Dreaming Of Your Face…

In truth he hadn't long been asleep when the guard came to get him. His phone call with Elizabeth had haunted him as he lay awake, scratching Ben's head on his lumpy mattress. He had nothing but time to analyse his interactions in here. He wasn't sure now why he had accused her of being on a date, there had been something in her voice and they way she had been evasive during the entire conversation. Something had nagged at him, igniting his suspicions and his jealousy. She had been right, they hadn't made any promises to each other but the thought of her being out whether that was alone or with someone else irked him more than he liked. The more he thought about it, the more he suspected she was hiding something. Her urgency for him to tell her what was in the duffel bag, the way she kept asking him to put an end to it, to tell her and it would all stop. What exactly was she trying to stop? He knew she was hurt by Dembe's revelation and he understood why but it was one less secret between them. She would come round, she had to and when he finally worked out how to tell her about the duffel bag, it would all be okay. He didn't really believe that, if he were honest. He had shut down his thoughts after that, holding Ben in the crook of his arm and fell into a fitful sleep, only be woken two hours later.

'Elizabeth? I have no earthly idea why would you wake me up at the ass crack of dawn?' He came through the gate, approaching the table. His hands were loose by his sides, sans handcuffs.

'I need your help.' She asked, her face pained and her voice low.

'What's wrong?' He asked as he stared backed at her, a frown on his own brow. He knew instantly that something was wrong. His chest tightened with apprehension. Why else would she be there at three in the morning.

'It's Jennifer. She's been taken…' She paused allowing him to absorb the information. He squinted back at her for a moment trying to make sense of the expression on her face.

'Jennifer was kidnapped by guards working for a man named Marko Jankowics.' She quietly informed him, leaning forward slightly so she could keep her voice low.

'I didn't realise you and Jennifer were still in contact.' He asked, grasping hold of the only part of her sentence that made any sense. She looked away almost in regret, he thought.

She paused looking down at his hands, clasped and resting against the table as though she were battling with something. She frowned for a moment before returning her gaze to his, a renewed determination shining back at him.

'Yeah we've been getting to know each other for a few months…' She admitted softly, watching his face.

'Why wouldn't you tell me this?' He asked, squinting at her again trying to work out why Jankowics would've taken Jennifer, something wasn't adding up and he couldn't put his finger on what.

'She didn't want to see you and to be honest with everything else lately, it hasn't come up. I haven't told her about… You and I. That would be a larger conversation that I don't have all the information for' She admitted softly, her eyes not leaving his in stubbornness.

'Tell me what happened?' He asked finally, leaning into his arms resting against the metal table.

'She called me last night, crying. I could barely understand what she was saying, something about being scared and on the run.' She whispered, holding his eye and shaking her head as she spoke.

'From a drug dealer like Sarkany?' He asked in disbelief, his eyes narrowed as he watched her carefully. Her pained expression left him feeling uncomfortable.

'You know him?' She questioned, her eyebrows raised.

'Does Jennifer use drugs?' He asked dubiously, there was something in her eyes that he couldn't quite place and it didn't seem to be worry.

'I don't know. She said she was stranded in Federal Hill in Baltimore. She hadn't even started thanking me for picking her up, and SUVs blocked my car and two armed guards got out. I killed one, but by the time I had, Jennifer was gone. And the print from the guard I shot showed,' She let out a small laugh, 'That he was muscle for Jankowics.' She explained as he tried to follow, there was something she was either not telling him or there was more that she didn't know. He assessed her silently, noting the faint bruising around her neck and under her jaw.

'He hurt you?' He reached across the table, reaching for her but hesitating, waiting for the guard to yell at him or her to pull away. He watched her swallow, his thumb lightly grazing her jawline, his fingertips splaying out across her neck, her hair silky against the back of his hand. She shivered softly under his touch, goosebumps trailing her discoloured skin. His breath hitched quietly at her response, sending a shiver down his own spine, his cock coming to life with an intense throb. It had been so long since he had touched her, so long since they had been this close, this free. She reached up with her own hand, covering his as she pulled it away.

'I'm fine…' She reassured him, her voice hoarse from the feel of his hand on her. He cleared his throat, sitting back on his stool as she eyed the guard behind them, his back to them.

'What are you not telling me?' He asked skeptically coming back to himself, blinking slowly. Granted it was early but the things she was saying just weren't adding up. Her soft skin had left phantom imprints on his fingertips. He fought to focus, her pupils had dilated under his touch which was distracting him further.

'Nothing… That's all I know.' She held his gaze, shaking her head.

'Sarkany is an Eastern European purveyor of LSD. Even if she was using something, Jennifer would not be worth the time and effort to get nabbed. There must be more to the story.' He shook his head at her, watching her face for any tale tale sign she was lying. Her face was mostly blank, she had held his eye for most of the conversation so far, the only time her body had betrayed her was under his touch. Her hands were clasped beneath the table. She had no tells at all.

'If there is, I don't know it.' She told him plainly, her eyebrows raised.

'I generally practice wilful ignorance when it comes to the drug trade. On the other hand, this place is crawling with inmates who don't share my reservations. I'll ask around.' He looked away briefly, cocking his head to the side.

'You think they'll know where to find him… How to reach him?' She asked, hope seeping into her voice.

'I hope so, for Jennifer's sake, as well as my own…' She frown at him, 'I'm having a bit of a tug-of-war with the warden over Beethoven's violin sonatas. This might be just what I need to return the maestro to his rightful place.'

'So there was something?' She murmured realisation falling across her features. 'When I asked you if something was wrong, you said no…'

'It wasn't serious so I didn't think it should take up space in our conversation…' He told her, half smiling lightening the seriousness on her features. She swivelled in her seat as if to stand but paused, looking down at her hands.

'You told me all long my father died in that fire and I believed you, until I listened to everyone but you and then you lied about it. I told you about Jennifer because I'm serious about the secrets so answer me this and I'll believe you.' She pulled herself back around to face him, her serious eyes coming back to him as she watched him nod once.

She bit her lip pausing, 'Are you her father?' She asked then and he was suddenly taken aback. He was expecting something else, the duffel bag perhaps.

'I am not her father.' He told her decisively without pause, 'She is your sister if that's what you want to know.' He added watching something that looked like relief pass across her face. She rose to stand, looking down on him but couldn't meet his eye.

'I have another secret…' Her voice cracked, her eyes coming back to him as she watched his face flicker, he felt his mask slipping. 'But I'm afraid if I tell you, this…' She gestured between them. 'Will really be over this time…' He watched her grind her jaw, wrestling with the emotions she wasn't allowing to surface.

'What is it?' He asked rising, she was close, closer than she had been in months and his hands were free. He stepped further into her space, his hands reaching for her arms. He pulled her gently so she had to take a step closer. She looked up at him, emotions flickering across her face, her eyes glassy with them.

She shook her head, 'I can't, just like you can't tell me about the duffel bag but maybe soon we'll be able find a way…' She closed her eyes as his hands reached for her face, he stroked down the length of her hair, the implication of her words slipping from his mind as he felt the realism of her beneath his fingers.

She took another step, folding into him, her arms folding against his chest. His arms came around her tightly and she buried her face in the folds of jumpsuit. He was sure he didn't smell like himself but he buried his face against the side of her cheek, breathing her in for the first time in… He couldn't even remember how long. She was real and warm and soft, god she was so soft and malleable against him, moulding to him like they had fit together all along. Her hands came up around his neck, pulling herself on to tiptoes as she pulled him closer. He tugged the hem her t-shirt away from pants his fingers dipping below her waistband and finding the downy hair at the base of her spine. He lightly trailed his fingers against it, feeling her shudder against him, the hairs rising to his touch as he traced up the length of her spine. She turned her head, burying her nose against his neck. He heard her whimper softly, her body trembling against him.

He pulled back slightly, trying to see her but her fingers reached for his neck pulling him closer. 'I am so sorry Red…' She murmured, it was then he realised she was crying as he felt her tears against his skin.

'Do you really think I would be able hate you Lizzy?' He whispered softly against her hair. Her breath shuddered again and he hoped to any god out there that the guard wouldn't suddenly realise what they were doing. He didn't care if this earned him a strip search, he was pretty sure this was worth any hell he would endure from this point forward.

She shook her head against him, her silent tears wetting his collar. She clung to him tightly, as one of her hands slipped down his forearm and urged his arm to tighten against her. He pulled her up and into him, earning a muffled gasp against his neck. His biceps flexing against her ribs under her jacket, his hand splayed against her skin under her shirt. He allowed a selfish moment, nuzzling against her hair, kissing her temple, her cheek bone, the soft place next to her ear. She shuddered under his attention, he didn't care what it looked like, it was taking everything he had not to push her up against the wall. She turned her face towards him, her grip loosening as his hands moved to cup her face. The deep well of her gaze reflecting back his own need but there was something else, something deeper, a fear perhaps. He dipped his head, wanting to vanquish any fear she had, erase all doubt in her mind that this was real, that they were meant for each other. Inches away, her eyes flicked to his lips as she wet her own. He pulled her face closer, his nose brushing against hers as her eyes fell closed. His lips met her warm pliant ones almost tentatively in the lightest touch. He felt her breath hitch in her throat, igniting every nerve in his body, her hands bunching against the fabric of his jumpsuit, pulling him harder against her as her lips began parting, her tongue darting out against his bottom lip, welcoming more.

'HEY!' Someone yelled and it barely registered on his radar, something clanged in the background of his senses. His limbs were heavy and resistant unable to part from her, his mouth fell open welcoming her tongue as someone yanked him back roughly. The loss of her warmth an acute agony as his eyes flew open. 'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' The guard yelled angrily, slamming him down against the cold hard metal of the stool behind him. He didn't care about the guard, he didn't care about much else in that moment. His eyes fixed on her, colour in her cheeks that he wasn't sure was from arousal or embarrassment. She backed away, her face not giving away her thoughts as she moved toward the gate.

'Let me know what you find out…' She murmured, her voice husky. She blinked back at him transfixed before she was gone.

She knew she shouldn't but she'd folded into him regardless. He was so close, closer than he had been in weeks and her mind scrambled. Don't stop, don't stop. She felt his arms wrap tightly around her, moving passed the opening of her jacket, his fingers deftly tugging at her shirt before they made contact with her skin. His fingers left tiny tingles beneath his touch as they slipped below the waist of her jeans. The only thought she could muster was a silent plea of god please don't stop, terrified that this was either a dream or he would push her away any second. The adrenaline of the passed few hours catching up with her as she moulded her body against his. His scent was faint mixing with his prison garb but it was unmistakable to her and she revelled in it. When she moved her hand to pull his arm tighter around her, he pulled her up and closer. She couldn't help the gasp that slipped from her lips but it was in that moment she felt centred, she felt secure, she felt like she belonged. If she could've made sense of anything and if he had asked what her secret was, she would have told him. When she tipped her head back and met his eye, she was sure it would all end, she could feel him growing hard between them and they had been here before except his grip hadn't lessened this time, he had kissed her face with such reverence that she had known somewhere there was no going back. The print of his touch against her bare skin sent out tiny tendrils of pleasure across her skin, she ached with it so when he had finally dipped his head towards her, she had pulled him in. There would be no second guessing this time, no rejection, no backing out. When their lips met, her vision dimmed behind her closed eyes, tiny sparks of light edged her vision, her head swimming as her lips parted for him. When she heard the guard yell, his voice was small and far away and she couldn't grasp the reality of where they were. She didn't pull back, she deepened the kiss, her tongue begging for entrance as he granted it, basking in the feel of it against her own. When the guard pulled him back, she was bereft, in that moment she couldn't have told him her name, let alone what had happened or how they had gotten into that position. His eyes had connected with hers, snapping her back to reality as colour rose into her cheeks. Had she really staggered away? It had been a blur, a wonderful dream like blur but she struggled to hold onto the details now as she was trying to nap on the couch in the break room. Her body felt lulled, felt soothed despite the aches and bruises. She traced her jawline with her own fingers, her eyes slipping closed as she felt his phantom touch imprinted against her skin. She fell into a dreamless sleep.

He would've like to say he was surprised when Sandoval came to him with the information he had asked for. He had been sat against the wall on his bed as the man came through the gate. He looked up at the young man trying to put the pieces together between what he was saying and what he knew from Elizabeth. Marguerite Renard. The pieces fell into place as he remembered her confession of 'another secret' or perhaps a secret within a secret. He mulled it over until after lunch when Dembe had called.

'Elizabeth knows. She knows I was once someone else. She doesn't know who, but she is looking for someone who can tell her. Marguerite Renard. We need to get to Renard before she does.' He had told Dembe, leaning against the wall in his cell, his back to the gate.

'How did she learn about Renard?' Dembe asked, the noises of the plane apparent in the background.

'I don't know. And we don't have time to find out, because after I tell you how to locate Renard, I'm also gonna tell Elizabeth.' He checked behind him to make sure no one was coming, he didn't have Vonte looking out for him.

'Why would you do that?' He replied his tone level.

'Because she's looking for her sister, Jennifer, who was kidnapped and possibly taken to a place where Renard is located. Telling Elizabeth may be the only way to save Jennifer's life.'

'Talk to Elizabeth, Raymond. Ask her what she knows.'

'She told me earlier this morning that she had another secret, she wouldn't elaborate on it but there's something else, I'm sure of it.'

'Talk to her. She's the one that's asking for honesty, if she wants that from you. She can't expect you to not want the same in return.' He advised knowingly.

Liz was standing at the intake desk waiting to be escorted down to see Reddington. Their early morning meeting still feeling like a dream. She had managed to catch a couple of hours of sleep, enough to function and be clear headed anyway. She still felt loose, her muscles languid despite the uncomfortable couch in the break room.

As they approached the second gate, her eyes made contact with his. Something was off, the fine hairs on the back of her neck rose and the heat in his gaze was gone leaving her feeling cold. She cocked her head in question as his eye twitched, his jaw grinding. For a moment she stood frozen, she had seen him like this plenty of times but this was different. Even after she faked her death, he had never looked at her like that. Her stomach lurched but she tried to quieten the nerves.

She approached the table, noting the handcuffs and the guard facing her on the other side of the bars.

'Everything okay?' She asked softly, trying to keep the tremble from her voice. He cast a steely glance toward the guard behind her and then turned his attention back to her.

'I know Elizabeth…' He ground out before going back to clenching his jaw. Her brain swam at the implication, her vision blurring. She lifted her hands to the table, placing her hands down palms flat to ground herself against the cold of his eyes.

She swallowed, 'You know what?' She asked, attempting innocence but he knew her too well and the whole thing had thrown her.

He let out a breath, his body still almost ridged in position. 'I thought you wanted honesty between us, no more secrets, isn't that what you said?'

She adopted his position, frozen numbly to the stool. The only movements he could see was the shimmery glassiness of her eyes. He knew she felt caught out but she had schooled her features, adopted the same mask he wore and frankly he was tired of it.

'I told you I had secret.' She whispered hoarsely, her voice betraying her.

'Yes you did and now I want you to tell me, I want to hear it from your mouth.' It wasn't a question, it was a command, his eyes narrowed as he watched her. There was no warmth in his voice, no warmth in his eyes or face and she felt suddenly chilled, a shiver slipping down her spine but she couldn't look away him.

'I can't do that…' She murmured mutely. Everything that she had seen in his face from that morning was gone, the warmth and love had gone as he sat there stoney faced, it was almost unnerving.

'I thought you would say that…' He told her coldly, she bristled then her own eyes narrowing as she came back to herself finding a tendril of anger that kept that fire within her burning.

'It's not like you don't have secrets of your own, you don't exactly foster a healthy reciprocity.' She bit back, her brows pulled together in a deep frown.

'Marguerite Renard.' He spoke the words as relief flooded into her being. Her spine went to jelly and she had to force herself to stay up right, leaning into the table, her arms resting heavily against the top. He noted the change in her, the way she almost slumped against the table, a pale relief washing over her face, there was something else and now he was sure of it.

She cleared her throat, 'What about her?' She asked, trying a more non combative tone.

He pursed his lips, letting out another breath clearly losing patience with this charade.

'How long have you known?' He lowered his tone, leaning closer. The scowl on her face faltering as she felt his breath against her face.

She paused for a moment, knowing she had to be honest in the face of being caught but if she wanted them to start being open with one and other then this would be the first step.

'Since Sutton Ross…' She watched his face pale, his eyes turning from cold to disbelief. 'I saw inside the duffel bag, I saw the remains of my father and the DNA test. I was justifiably angry, I felt betrayed because you weren't who you said you were… Just like Tom.' She leaned in, keeping her voice to a whisper watching his eyes flash back at her. His nostrils flared as she mentioned Tom.

'I am nothing like Tom Keen.' He almost spat, his face close to hers. She leaned back in her seat aware of the guard watching who had moved closer to the gate.

'No but pretending to be my father, pretending to be someone, doesn't exactly imbue confidence.' She whispered almost urgently. 'You'd have done anything to stop me from knowing. I don't understand why.' She leaned closer, moving her hands to her lap, her stomach pressed up against the edge of the table. 'Why did you even go along with it, just for the sake of a secret? Did it really mean that much to keep me in the dark? Forsake your own happiness, forsake your own love for what?' Her eyes narrowed, disbelief of her own emanating from her voice. He moved back and away, sitting up straighter.

'It all just seems… Sad.' She blinked back at him, her words hitting a nerve as his micro expressions fleetingly changed, his eyes holding a deep sadness.

'Who else knows?' He asked finally, ignoring the heaviness of her words as he ground his jaw, his eye twitching back at her.

She let out a breath, looking down. 'If I tell you, it's in the interest of fostering a more honest relationship and I need your word that you won't do anything.' Her eyes rose to meet the same steely expression on his face.

His eyes narrowed, to match her own before he nodded his consent.

'Ressler and Jennifer.' His face softened slightly, he had suspected Ressler in court and had known something had been off but Jennifer?

'That's what you've been doing with Jennifer, plotting against me?' He surmised, his spine still ridged.

'Plotting? Really? We've bonded over your betrayal…' She spoke plainly, no emotion behind her words. She straightened herself, placing her hands against the table.

He laughed sardonically, 'Oh my betrayal?'

'C'mon! You let me believe you were my father. My father for fuck's sake!' She growled back at him, her face close to his. 'And you've been working with the government based on a false identity.' She leaned fractionally closer, whispering angrily as her eyes flashed.

'We've both done things, we've both kept secrets, lied and hurt each other. If you had been honest with me just a fraction so much of it could've been avoided.' He opened his mouth to cut her off, 'And don't give me any of that bullshit about protecting me because we both know how that's worked out.' She finished her rant as he ground his jaw in silence.

'Now are you going to give me the information I came for?' She asked pulling her professionalism around her.

'Maybe I shouldn't seeing as Jennifer is only in this predicament because you went behind my back.' He snapped churlishly.

'You really going to hurt me like that out of spite? Take away the only family I have left? Because that would be a real low.' She folded her arms across her chest, eyeing him dourly.

'Fine, you know what I'll find her on my own.' The fire in her eyes became glassy as she turned on the stool.

'Wait…' He reached out a hand, pulling on the chain nosily, he held her gaze for a moment assessing her, trying to find something he couldn't determine. She looked the same to him, the same beauty, the same pale skin and deep blue eyes and yet she had betrayed him again. His nostrils flared slightly, his lip curling as the emotions attached to her betrayal flared up inside him. 'To find Jankowics, you'll have to start with one of his couriers. I'm told she's a young woman, white, with red hair.' He ground out trying to pull his mask back in place.

'Where can I find her?'

'She's arriving later today at Dulles on a plane registered to FarTide Holdings coming from Montreal.' He informed her. She slid off the stool, standing next to the table.

'This is a situation of your own making. If you'd given me something. Anything, trusted me with my own life, my own past, hell even my own autonomy. This would be different, we would be different. What I said before still stands. Don't sacrifice what could be because you're too busy worrying about the past catching up with you.' There was sadness in her voice as she turned away moving toward the bars of the holding cell.

'Elizabeth…' She turned to face him, her hands in the pockets of her jacket, her eyes glassy and shining back at him.

'Do you have anymore secrets?' He asked watching her as she moved closer to the gate.

'Do you?' She asked, eyeing him from her position and knowing the conversation about who he really was would be coming. She moved to the gate, watching him and waiting for the guard to unlock it.

'Yes but then you knew that, didn't you?' She told him before walking away.