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Elizabeth couldn't help herself after all that happened that night. At the moment, she was sitting on her bed, she didn't want to move from there until the next morning. Her blue dress had only bad memories flooding it. She loved it the moment Donald bought it for her, but until this night, she feels only pain wearing on it. All that she wanted was to be welcomed by Audrey and that is all. All she did was bash Liz indirectly, and it hurt Liz. All that was necessary now was that she'd forget this night and move on, but she knows she can't.

Her eyes red, bloodshot, and were flooding with tears. Her hands covered her face, feeling the warmth of the droplets on her cheeks helped her a little with calming down, but it wasn't going to help completely. She didn't want anything to do with anyone, not even Ressler. As much as she knew he would help, she needed to cope with the moments that happened on her own. She can't be babied by him forever, somehow she's going to have to get up off the ground and face her problems without him. Just like she did the first day of work. She felt so powerful and independent. She misses that feeling, but ever since she's discovered she can't truly trust everyone besides Red and Ressler, she's been taken aback because of it all.

She got up from her bed, and walked to the desk. She saw a note on the table, it was in Ressler's handwriting. The first thought was that he wrote that letter while she got ready for the worst gathering she went to. She was tempted to crumble it and toss it at the wall. She felt so much anger and pain towards everything in this moment, but she knew it wouldn't be good to show her emotions now. Sleep is the only thing that could help her out, but before she plans on going to sleep, she wants to read the letter.

The letter read:

Liz,

I care a lot about you. I don't like seeing you upset. You deserve so much more, and I hope I can help with that in any way. You deserve happiness, not sadness. I hope that Tom and his situation with you or anything else doesn't break you.

Besides all I stated above, I think you're a stunning independent lady, and I hope you see that. Lizzie, you are one of the people I never imagined being close to. You are so amazing, and I will care about you when everything doesn't go right. I'm always going to be here for you and it's a promise I'm willing to keep.

Ressler

Liz put the letter down and crossed her arms on the desk, then placed her head over them. All she wanted to do was cry more than she had before. It really didn't help that Ressler wrote that sappy letter for her. It made her feel a bit better that there was some reassurance from him, but it didn't cure the hurt she still has.

Tonight was going to be a rough night for Elizabeth Keen, and there was nothing that could fix that.

Donald saw the light on still in Liz's room. He walked in there slow, he didn't want to wake her. He paused to see if the coast was clear the moment he hit the doorframe. His hands steadied the doorway, as he looked to see if Elizabeth was awake. She was turned on her side, laying on her bed. Silently sleeping with the light still on. Don entered the room, turning off the light switch on the wall beside his hand. He walked slowly, taking his time to get to Liz. As he got to her bed side. He knelt on his knees, resting his arms on the bed. He took two deep breaths before standing up slowly. He bent over a little, pushed the hair on her face away, and kissed her cheek gently. He stood up straight again, and saw the covers of the bed not covering her. He grabbed the sheet and comforter from the end of the bed, and pulled them over Liz's slim figure. All he wanted was her not to be upset because of what happened. He had no idea Audrey would ever be that obnoxious to any of his friends or even his closest co-workers.

Donald just wanted to push the bad things aside and help out Liz. He sat at the end of the bed slowly, hoping not to wake her. The last thing he wanted was Liz to freak out because he was in there beside her.

"No, no, no." Liz mumbled in her sleep, pulling her knees into her chest.

Don's thumb rubbed Liz's shoulder, hoping to calm her down, "Shh, it's okay. I'm here." He whispered.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled as she turned.

"Liz, it's going to be fine. He's not there. It's me, Ressler." Donald got up and sat on the side of the bed Liz was on and sat her up in his lap.

She opened her eyes, shaken from the terror. She was startled by her dream and a little nervous that Donald was in her room, holding her.

"T-t-tom h-hurt me, he n-never was l-l-like that." Liz stuttered as she clung onto Donald.

He patted Liz's back gently, "It was a dream. Nobody's going to hurt you. I promise."

"He might come back, worse than before."

"I promise he won't. Nothing's going to happen to you. Not when I'm around."

Liz sighed, as she was in Ressler's embrace. She didn't want anything to happen to him either. She didn't want him to have to put up with Tom again. Nor did she.

"Donald," Liz started all over again.

"Liz."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Can you stay with me again?" She asked pulling away a little from Donald, looking at his face. Her eyes shaking.

"Yeah." He replied, pulling away from Liz slowly. "Let me get my alarm."

"Okay." She said softly as she turned back and clasped her hands together under her head.

Donald walked to his room and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. He noticed there were ten missed messages on it, but he wasn't planning on getting to them this moment. He'd rather make sure Liz is okay instead of checking the messages.

He walked back to the room noticing Liz was laying on the bed with her hands under her head. Like he did before, he walked slowly and cautiously to not wake up Liz, if she were asleep like before. She didn't need to wake up because he was walking into her room. He sat his phone down on the desk gently, making hardly any sound, then made his way to Liz's bed.

Ressler lifted the two warm blankets and pulled them over himself. He slowly turned to face Liz's back, and put his arm around her waist, and pulled her a little closer to him.

Liz grinned and tossed herself until she could face Donald. She blushed as she saw his face. She was so comfortable with being so close to him, feeling so safe in his arms. She never felt this calm with Tom. There was always something telling her he wasn't who he was, and she realized that not too long ago. Liz knew Donald wasn't like Tom. Tom Keen was the devil in her eyes, and Donald Ressler was the guardian angel.

Liz closed her eyes, moved a little closer towards Don, and put her arms around his neck. She slowly fell to sleep, knowing he would be by her side.

Donald hoped Liz wouldn't end up having another nightmare tonight, especially when he's holding her. He kissed Liz's forehead lightly, then pulled away. He saw her lip curl slightly. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

To the noise of a ring on Donald's phone, the two woke up, entangled in each other's arms. Liz smiled back at Don, untangling himself from Liz, as much as he'd rather stay there. Donald rose from the bed, and walked to the desk, turning off the phone's obnoxious tone. He looked at Liz, as she sat up on the side of her bed, her hands grabbing the edges of the mattress, then letting go.

"Good morning, Liz." Donald grinned, grabbing his phone from the desk.

"Morning. What time is it?" Liz asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Six thirty, why?"

Her eyes opened wide. She got up from the bed, and rushed into the bathroom closet, rummaging for something to wear to work. The closet looked like a mess when she was throwing things on the floor of the closet, and making a bit of a mess of her previously clean closet.

Donald walked into the bathroom to see Liz in a full on rush, and stood in the hall, with his back against the wall. "Liz, calm down, we have plenty of time to get ready."

"Yeah, but it didn't help much ruining my sleeping habit, Ress." She glared at Ressler, peering out of the closet wall.

"I apologize, but you know you don't need to rush."

"Okay, but don't come complaining to me because we were late." Liz finally picked out her dark work pants, and a red blouse with her complimentary jacket.

Ressler laughed to himself, walking to his room to get ready as well.

Author's Note: I'm sorry this chapter is so short, please enjoy!