Disclaimer: I don't own The Blacklist, if I did, these two would be together and Tom and Audrey would have already been sent away.

Donald and Elizabeth have left the Post Office and headed to Donald's apartment. The entire way in the car caused Elizabeth to take a nap while Donald drove. At every stop light, he'd look over at her to make sure she was alright. He's never been so concerned for her until now. It reminded him of the times when he would watch Audrey as she was asleep and he was awake. Ten minutes pass with silence, Donald eases his way into his parking spot, and he parks his car. He's really tempted not to wake Liz, but he has to in order to bring her inside.

"Liz, Lizzie," Donald shook her shoulder lightly, "Keen, wake up."

Elizabeth's eyes open slowly, and blink a few times. "What?" She says sleepily.

"We're here, once you're settled inside, you can fall asleep comfortably." He unbuckled his seat belt and took the keys out of the vehicle.

"Oh, right. Maybe I'd rather sleep out here tonight." Liz joked as she sat up in her seat and stretched her arms out.

Ressler smiled, "Sleepy head, let's go inside and you can sleep after."

Liz shrugged, unbuckled her seatbelt and got her box off the floor of the passenger's seat.

Donald got out of his side of the car, came over to her's and let her out of the car like a gentleman. He lead the way to the apartment, walked up the three steps to the door and put his fifth key into the keyhole of the door. He turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Liz stepped next to Donald and admired the place. It was nicer than she thought. The floors were wooden and glossed over. Her eyes wondered in amazement, the next thing she saw was the table that matched the floors and was cleared. Liz couldn't stop looking at everything in the kitchen and thinking it looked a hell of a lot nicer than her old one was. The stove, microwave, refrigerator, and dishwasher were all black and matched each other. Liz's mouth dropped in awe of everything she saw.

Donald smiled as he saw Elizabeth's reaction to everything, "It's much better if you step inside," he snickered.

"I never knew you were into matching, and having a beautiful apartment like this." Liz stepped through the door and shut it behind her.

"I guess you don't really know all about me then."

"Well, it's the truth, I don't."

Donald started walking in front of Liz, and started leading the way again. "To the right is the living room, I know there isn't much, but if you were a single guy like me you'd understand why there's minimal furniture."

"Oh, still it's gorgeous."

Donald moved down the hallway, "To your right is the bathroom, and it has a strange walk-in closet inside if you want to put some of your belongings there. And towards your right is my bedroom. And if we keep heading down this hallway is the guest room, that you can call your own until you get back on your feet."

"Ressler, that means a lot to me that you're letting me stay here, you really didn't need to do this." Liz replied as she looked up at him.

"Liz, you need somewhere to call your home, and here it is. I hope you'll stay." He stated.

"I will, and thank you very much." She put her box down and stood back up. She wrapped her arms around Don's neck once more and pulled herself close to him. "Thank you."

Donald gulped, "You're welcome... again."

Liz pulled away, grabbed her box and walked to her room and noticed it was purely all white. Her jaw dropped once again seeing how beautiful the room looked. The white walls, the white desk and chair, the white bed spread and pillows, along with the white carpet, without a speck of another color anywhere. It looked like a clean slate just for her. A brand new start just for her.

Ressler walked into the room, noticing Elizabeth admiring the room. "I see you like it a lot."

Liz turned around and made sure her mouth wasn't dropped. "I really do, it seemed like you thought of everything."

"Well, this used to be Audrey's sanctuary. She'd use this room for work or whenever she was trying to get away from all the bad things. I personally can't stand to look at the door, it would remind me of her leaving it shut, and her shutting me out. Please make sure to keep it open, that's all." He looked down before walking away to his room.

Liz spoke, "Okay. Sleep well, Ressler. I'll see you in the morning."

Ressler replied from the room over, "I should be saying that to you. Goodnight, Liz."

Elizabeth looked into her box again and put it onto the desk. She took out clothing piece for clothing piece in her box and noticed all of them were torn. She was hoping there would be at least one shirt, one pair of pants, one dress, one something wasn't torn and disfigured. Obviously nothing. Liz put her torn clothes back into the box and sighed. She felt like all she had before was perfect, and then he world was wrecked. Liz really wanted to act independent during this time to prove to herself and Ressler she can do it all on her own, but she knew in order to get to that portion in her life, she'd have to ask for help first. As much as she'd hate it, she had to do it.

Liz got to her feet once again, and walked to Ressler's room and noticed he was shirtless with a pair of pajama pants covering the lower region of his body, his back facing towards her, but near his night stand.

Liz knocked on the doorframe, "Ressler,"

Donald turned around and looked back at Liz, "What's going on?"

"Well, you know the box of torn and broken things Tom gave back to me?" She asked.

"Yeah, he shouldn't have done that." Ressler clenched his fists, then let them go.

"I don't have anything to wear to go to sleep in, do you have an oversized t-shirt I could borrow for tonight or something?" Liz asked.

Donald thought for a minute and pictured her in one of his shirts, he really wished he didn't do that because he felt like he broke a boundary of their working partnership. "I think I do, and you don't need to give it back, it's fine with me, let me find one and I'll bring it to you." He answered.

"Thanks." She walked back to her room in silence.

She looked back to her bed, noticing the box there still. Liz put it under the white desk and sat down at the chair as she waited for Ressler to arrive back with something she could borrow.

"Keen, here." Ressler walked to the desk and gave her a plain white t-shirt he found that was still folded properly.

"Thanks. Goodnight, Ress." Liz smiled.

He walked out of the room and said as he got to his room,"You're very welcome. Night, Lizzie."

Liz heard the door shut, and a light go off from his room. It was like a signal for her to be okay to change into the shirt he gave her. She pulled off the clothing piece by piece and looked at herself in the mirror, noticing all the scars that Tom caused. It made her freeze up inside and remember the fights and the abuse he caused to her. He decided to beat her months before the divorce, and there were cuts and bruises still there all over her back and abdomen. It scared her knowing that he could come back and do this again.

Tears started streaming down her face and she started to sob into her hands, hoping Ressler wouldn't hear. She quickly pulled the shirt over her head and put her arms through the sleeves. The shirt cut off before her knees, and the sleeves ended a little before her elbows. She hoped the scars wouldn't show through the shirt, and that Donald wouldn't ask about what happened any further than he already knows.

Liz walked towards the door to turn off the light, then walked back to her bed getting underneath the warm comforter and sheets beneath it. Her eyes closed and she drifted slowly off to sleep.

Author's Note: I decided to take my time in writing this one, and I hoped it paid off. Thank you for reading, and possibly stay tuned for more.