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Warning: There's a surprising scene in a car :)
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When Dembe parked the black Mercedes in front of the bar, he saw something he would have never imagined: Agents Keen and Navabi, whom he didn't remember as best friends, sitting drunk and arm in arm on the sidewalk.
He got out of the car and walked over to them.
"Heeeyyy, Dembe, you cutie, what's up?" Samar greeted him, failing at the attempt to stand up. Dembe had to catch her so that she didn't fall back on the street.
Liz, who was still sitting down, was giggling like mad at the sight of Samar almost falling and then being caught. Dembe helped Liz standing up, as well.
"What happened here?"
"Ohh, I don't really remember, do you, Sammy?"
"Naahhh. I do know that I wanna get laid now, damn it! Ah, Dembe, you wanna join me and Aram? You're sooo sexy, you know?"
"Um, thank you, Agent Navabi, but no. I don't think that would be a good idea."
"Why not? Call me Sammy, like Liz does. See, she braided my hair! Doesn't it look beautiful?"
It looked horrible, like the first attempt of a four year old to lace up shoes.
"Oh, yes, it looks wonderful indeed. I would suggest you two wait in the car while I go back to the bar and pay the bills for you, you haven't paid anything before you left, haven't you?"
"Whaaat? I thought it was for free!" Liz replied, again playing with Samar's hair.
Dembe walked them to the car and locked it from outside. This was unbelievable, he wondered how Red would react when he told him what happened. Hopefully the FBI wouldn't find out about that...and more importantly: hopefully neither Liz nor Samar would remember anything from tonight. He entered the bar, going straight to the owner to apologize for the two drunk women, who were now singing in the car.
"Do those ladies belong to you?" the owner asked.
"Yes, Sir. I apologize for them. It will not happen again, I assure you. I will pay the bills, of course."
"Oh, boy, this is gonna be expensive."
"That doesn't matter. Is there anything I should know? Have they...um...disturbed other guests?"
The owner laughed. "No, in fact, it was quite entertaining to watch them. You should have seen them, it was hilarious!"
"What happened?" Actually, Dembe didn't want to know, but asked anyway because it was his job.
"Oh, basically, they just talked about kinky sex all night. Both of them slept with a guy called 'Reddington'...then there was another name, something like 'Aram'...this Arabian woman is sleeping with him, but also had an one night stand with this Reddington guy...it was very interesting. The whole bar listened to them. They were so drunk that they didn't realize how loud they were talking. Later they stumbled out of the bar without paying. In fact, I was just about to call the police when you came in."
"Oh, no. The police will not be necessary. I will pay anything."
"Well then. You better take care of these two. If I were you I'd be afraid that they throw up in the car. I saw a black Mercedes, is that yours?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then pay and get them home before they can destroy that fine car."
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Dembe tried to drive calmly and ignore the interruptions, while praying that nothing happened to Red's Mercedes. Samar continued hitting on him shamelessly, he politely refused, whereas Liz suddenly showed interest in Samar.
"Hey, Sammy."
"What?"
"Come closer." Liz said and once again placed an arm around Samar.
"Whyyy, Liz?"
"Do we always need men to have fun? You smell so good! And I reallyyy like your hair...it smells good, too." she said quietly in Samar's ear, just like Red always did it with her.
"I don't know, maybe we need both. What about you and me and Dembe?"
"And Red and Aram."
"Ohhh, yeah...I'd like that. What about you, Dembe?"
He rolled his eyes. "Agent Navabi, I am afraid to refuse again. Maybe you should just get some rest."
"Naahhh, I'm wide awake!" she replied, starting to softly caress Liz's neck.
A few moments later, Dembe realized it was awfully silent at the back of the car, then looked in the rear view mirror and was surprised by something very unexpected. He had assumed that Liz and Samar had fallen asleep, but no, they were kissing. Passionately. Just like Liz and Red were kissing. It was weird, Dembe was suddenly reminded of that lesbian porn he once watched with Red years ago...Unfortunately, he had to keep driving and couldn't watch. He had to drop Samar off at Aram's place. She had insisted on that, she didn't want to be dropped off at her place. Liz would, of course, stay at Red's safe house.
He glanced back at them when the next traffic light jumped to red. Now they were hastily unbuttoning each other's blouses, and when the car stopped in front of Aram's apartment, they were about to rip their bras off. Dembe opened the door and cleared his throat loudly. Liz and Samar let go of each other, Dembe was sure they wouldn't remember anything tomorrow morning, and he would certainly not tell them what had happened.
"Liz?"
"Yeah, Sammy?"
"What was it that I wanted to tell Aram?"
"Something about getting laid...you wanted him to be firmer with you...I don't really know."
"'K. Good night, Liz." Samar answered, suddenly she became aware that Dembe was standing next to her. "Uhhh, Deembeeee, you still here?"
"Yes, agent Navabi. Are you sure you don't want to sleep at your place?"
"Yehesss! Come with me!"
"No, thank you."
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Aram opened the door, it was 3 AM. Outside were Dembe, Samar and Liz, who was sitting in Red's Mercedes and waving her arm to greet him.
"Heeeyyy, Aram!"
"Hey, Liz. What's going on here?" he asked Dembe.
He explained the situation, pushing Samar gently in Aram's arms, relieved when the door shut.
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The drive to Red's safe house was uneventful because Liz fell asleep on the backseat, snoring loudly like a fat, old, drunk man. Minutes later, they arrived. He had called Red to tell him that Liz had a couple of drinks so that he was prepared to what he would see when Dembe carried a drunk, sleeping and snoring, yet adorably cute looking Liz into the house.
Red turned around when he heard Dembe coming in. It was late at night, almost morning, he should let his Lizzie sleep instead of interrogating her about her whereabouts tonight.
Liz was sleeping deeply in their huge bed, Red had undressed her to her underwear and tucked her in, she would most likely sleep all day tomorrow and then wake up with a headache. While she was sleeping, Dembe told Red everything that had happened. He didn't even leave out Liz's 'encounter' with Samar in the car.
Red was furious. Not because she was drunk, but because she had told Samar that she was sleeping with him. They wanted to keep their relationship a secret. There wasn't a 'no fraternization' policy at the FBI, and although he was a criminal mastermind and she an FBI agent, they were allowed to have a relationship without going to prison.
However, they had agreed on keeping it a secret. Dembe had told him what they were talking about and that they had entertained the entire bar...He would certainly have a word with her when she woke up, but for now, he would go to bed and kiss that sensitive spot on the side of her neck that made her moan even when she was asleep.
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TBC
The next chapter will be about what happens at Aram's apartment and Red's house.
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