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Donald woke up, realizing his arm was wrapped around Elizabeth's torso, gently holding her against him. He knew he crossed another line in their relationship right there. It scared him that they were becoming too close in such a short amount of time. He was supposed to be the "Perfect Agent," not someone who was close to Elizabeth Keen. He knew this was going to change how they both work together. She turned his world upside down, and it wasn't much of a bad thing. It still bothered him that everything was happening too quickly. Next thing he thinks may happen is that he's going to end up being married to her. The thoughts couldn't phase his mind. It scared him deeply. He hoped that she can quickly slip out of his life before they get too close, because he still has feelings towards Audrey. He can never admit that to himself or Liz.

He pulled his arm from around Liz and got up without disrupting her. He hoped that they wouldn't end up breaking anymore boundaries and become anything more than partners at work. It hurt for him to think that, but it was the only thing standing in his way.

As Ressler approached the closet in his room, he heard noise from his bed, he looked back and noticed Liz just tossed in her sleep. He thought he woke her up at first. That made his heart beat fast in his chest. He grabbed his navy suit, still in a plastic cover with a pair of his shoes and socks.

More tossing and turning from Elizabeth caused Donald to freeze in his position.

"Ressler..." She sleepily uttered out of her mouth.

"Yes?" He turned around, trying not to make any sound. He looked to see that Liz was still asleep. She was. She just talked in her sleep. I wonder if that's a common thing for her. He thought to himself.

Ressler tiptoed out of the room into the bathroom, closing the door slowly, hoping not to make anymore noise.

"Lizzie," Red spoke to Liz into the phone. "you can't let this get to you. I've warned you plenty of times."

"You did, but I was ignorant. I never wanted to believe what you said." Liz sighed, putting the phone down on her desk, leaving it on speaker phone.

"I am perfectly aware. Tom was never the one you should have let into your life."

"I know. He was a forceful, abusive, and abrasive person to me, yet, I wonder how he acts towards everyone else." She shook in her chair.

"You did the right thing, you went along with the divorce and got away from him."

"I guess you're right." She paused before speaking again, "Red, did you know that he was going to be this way to me?"

"Lizzie, that's a hard question to answer. I hate to say this, but I can't explain that now."

"Red, please, I need to know."

"Lizzie, I can't explain it now, we have to meet in person in order for me to tell you it all."

"Red! I need to know now!"

"Listen to me, I'll tell you about it later."

Liz hung up the phone and put her head on her desk before sobbing herself to sleep.

Ressler walked back into his room, all ready for work, and noticing Liz was still asleep. He was debating in his head, whether or not to wake her up. He knew he had to, because she might be the cause of them being late to work. He walked over to her and knelt beside her side of the bed.

"Keen. Keen, wake up," Donald pushed her bangs in her eyes back, then backed away from her.

Elizabeth smiled, then turned to the other side, having her back facing Don.

He knew it wasn't going to be easy waking her up, "Liz, you need to get up. We're gonna be late."

"We have plenty of time. Don't worry about it." She muttered.

Ressler rolled his eyes then got up from crouching beside her. "I mean it, you need to get up." He flicked on the light switch on the wall, hoping the light will wake her up.

Liz grunted, and pulled the covers over her head. "Ressler, it's too early. Give me ten more minutes."

He walked out of the room, leaving the light on. He wasn't going to make it easy for her by staying in there. Instead he walked into the kitchen and made two cups of coffee, giving it one last shot to wake Liz up.

Liz heard the machine working, "I'm up, I'm up! Give me thirty minutes to get ready, and then we can go."

"I knew it would work." Don muttered to himself, leaving a grin on his mouth.

"I heard that!" Liz said running to the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

As Liz got ready, Ressler looked all around the apartment for his files, then realizing he left them in Liz's office. The one thing he hoped was that Cooper didn't collect them. That was the last thing he wanted to happen. They were tracking another one of Red's Blacklisters, and he didn't have all the completed information on the one they're looking for now.

"Liz!" Don knocked on the bathroom door.

"What do you need? I need a few more minutes!" She replied.

"Do you know where my files are?"

"On my desk at work!"

"Thanks, I just wasted my time on that." He said under his breath, walking back into the kitchen to finish his coffee.

As he took his last sip of his coffee, Liz walked out of the bathroom, looking like she did the first day they met. It made Donald blink a few times, then looked clearly at her, really wishing he didn't look like a dork with his jaw dropped to the floor. He put his coffee cup on the side of the sink. He had to have the thoughts from yesterday's adventure go away.

"Let's go. You said we're gonna be late." Liz said, pulling her coat over her arms, then grabbing her coffee from the counter and phone from the table.

"Okay." Ressler grabbed his briefcase and keys before heading out the door behind Liz.

Donald let Liz into her side of the vehicle, then shut her door, then he walked to his side and did the same.

"When we get back to work, we can't speak of this." Ressler spoke, putting the car in reverse, backing the car out of the parking spot.

Elizabeth nodded, confirming she heard what he said. "Yeah, and I highly doubt anyone will notice the clothes."

"Unless they're Meera." He replied putting the car in drive and heading on their way to work.

She looked up at him, "Ha-ha, very funny."

The two walked into the office in varying times, making sure nobody could tell Liz was staying with Ressler.

"Agent Keen, do you or Agent Ressler have the report on Red's new criminal?" Cooper asked Liz, causing her to stop walking to her office.

"It's in our office, and it's completed. I promise to get it to you when I find it." Liz said.

"Great, I'll be looking forward to it, Agent Keen."

Liz and Cooper parted ways, walked to her office and started looking for the file Ressler dropped off before they had their chat. It wasn't on his desk or her's. She started to get a little frantic, it had all the information they needed for this case. Where the hell did he freaking put it? Ever since I saw what his apartment looks like, I thought he'd be organized everywhere. She thought to herself.

She turned around as Ressler walked through the doorway, "Did you find the report?"

"No, and I thought it was on your desk? Where is it?" Liz got back to searching for it in drawers in her desk after looking in Donald's.

"Keen, I found it. It was in your file sender outside your office." He held it up in his right hand, showing Liz.

"Well, I guess we're in the clear." She got up from the floor, from when she was looking in the drawers.

"Yeah, might as well give it to Cooper instead of keeping him waiting." Donald walked out of the room to give the file to Cooper.

Liz sat at her desk and heard a ring from her phone in her coat pocket. It was an unknown number. The first thought that went through her mind was that it was Reddington.

"Red, what do you want?" Liz answered.

"It's not Red, it's Tom." Tom replied.

"Tom? What's so important? I'm at work." She whispered.

"Liz, I thought I'd let you know you have more things here."

"Tom, not now. I'm at work, like I said before, delete me from everything. I have enough on my plate right now."

"And I heard you were having an affair with that Donald Ressler guy."

"I am not, wherever you heard that, it's a lie."

"Hmm, didn't I see you guys shopping yesterday?"

"Mind your own business."

"So I see you're with him, you moved on quickly."

"Ressler and I are just co-workers, nothing more than that."

"Whatever you say, Lizzie. You better come by soon or your stuff will be sent to charity." Tom hung up the line.

Elizabeth crossed her arms, put them on her desk and put her head down on them. What caused him to tell me this? I thought he deleted me from everything and didn't want any connection with me. I'm already over today, and it hasn't even started yet. The thoughts started boiling in Liz's mind, and it made her head throb.

Donald walked back into their office, noticing Liz's state. He hoped he didn't have to see her like this again. It hurt to see her upset. He walked over to her again.

"Liz, what's wrong?" He asked.

"Check my recent calls." She said.

"Okay." Ressler picked up the phone from the desk and looked at the screen. The first name on the list was an unknown number. "Red called?"

"No, Tom." She sobbed into her sleeves.

"What did that bastard want?"

"He told me he has more of my things at his house, and he thinks we're having an affair. I've had enough of his drama, Donald. I want this all to end. I thought it all ended when we got divorced." Liz got up from her desk to stand face to face with Don.

"We should go get those, and he needs to stop bothering you. You've put up with enough from him."

"No, it's fine, you can stay in the car when we drive there. If he sees you there with me, he may think we're together. I'd rather not cause anymore issues by his poor misunderstanding."

"If he dare lays a finger on you, I will step in."

When Liz heard those words from Donald again, it made her freeze, she didn't want him to get hurt because of her ex-husband. She'd rather face her demons herself. "You really don't have to, it's completely fine. I can handle him."

"I've seen the scars, you don't need to get hurt anymore by him."

"Nor do you need to get hurt again. I think I'll be fine."

"Okay, but I'll still wait for you in the car, and if he makes a move to hurt you, I will back you up."

"Fine." Liz sighed, "After work, we're going to pick the box up, then we'll head home."

"Fine by me." Ressler said, before turning away to walk out of the office.

Liz got back to work on the case, alone and focused on the discovery about what the criminal has been doing to keep busy.

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'm aware it was very slow and boring. When I wrote this, I had little to no inspiration to write, but I knew this had to be up Valentine's Day. I promise I'll post the next chapter by next weekend.