A/N: Here's the second chapter. Still have no idea where this is going. All I want is for Lizzie to take care of Red and for Red to need Lizzie to take care of him. I hope you'll enjoy this fic. Reviews and follows are greatly appreciated.

Chapter two

He didn't immediately answer. She wasn't even sure he was going to answer when he kept silent.

"I was in Boston."

His voice was hoarse, maybe from a lack of usuage or maybe from too much? She didn't know. She hoped he would be more forthcoming, but he wasn't.

"Why were you in Boston? Business?"

"No."

"Personal then."

"Yes."

Was it too personal and was this his way of saying so? She hesitated again. She did not know this side of him.

"I'm tired." Red suddenly said.

"Oooh." Lizzie nodded. "I'll euh, I'll leave you alone then." She could wait downstairs for him. As she was about to stand up the grip he had on her hand tightened, making sure she wasn't going to leave.

"Don't." Was all he said.

"Okay."

"I'm alone." He whispered in a broken voice.

Her heart constricted painfully when she heard how broken he was. "You're not alone, Red. Never."

"Raymond." He muttered.

She didn't know what to say, nor what he meant. "I don't know..."

"There's no one left."

"Lie down, Red." She gently pushed him backwards. He did so relunctantly. She covered him with the bedsheets. She pulled the covers up to his chin. "Sleep." She whispered as she caressed his arm.

He shook his head. "No." He said though his voice missed any conviction.

"You're exhausted. You need to sleep."

He shook his head again. With some effort he sat up against the headboard. "I need to believe."

"What do you need to believe?"

"She's gone, Lizzie." It was the first time he had truly spoken to her.

She didn't know who he was talking about. She had no answer for him. "Lie back down, Red."

He gripped her hand again and looked at her. "Raymond." He said once more.

She understood him now, but didn't understand why he wanted her to call him Raymond all of a sudden. Sure she had called him Raymond in her mind, but never out loud. She nodded and when she did he lay back down. But he was still tense. He needed to relax to be able to fall asleep. She knew he had a hard time sleeping, he had told her so, but she'd never imagined it being this bad. "You got to try and relax."

He took a shaky breath which did nothing to relax his tense body. She looked at the distance beween them and decided to take a chance, "Come here." She tried to pull him against his side, but he wouldn't move. "Fine." She muttered. If he wasn't going to move closer to her, she would get closer to him. She shifted closer until her body touched his. She lay on her side, her shoulder touching his, her head on his pillow and her hand on his chest. She softly caressed his shirt clad chest and slowly felt the tension leaving his body.

Suddenly he turned his body, now laying on his stomach with her partly covered by his body. He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tight. He lay his head on her shoulder, his face against her neck. He breathed her scent in deeply. "Lizzie." He whispered roughly.

She ran her hand softly over his short hair. "Sleep, Red."

"Don't leave too." He shuddered as he said it.

"Sleep." She whispered.

"Promise." He sounded anguished and held her tighter.

Once again she wondered what had happened to him. He sounded so small, so far away from the larger than life Concierge of Crime that she knew and had started to love. Her heart ached for him and she wanted nothing more than take away his pain. "I promise." She whispered. She wrapped both arms around him and held him against her body. His weight on her wasn't uncomfortable even though he was heavy. She kissed his head and felt his soft exhale against her neck. She shivered because of it and in respons he gently caressed her hip. She kept caressing his back until she felt all the tension leave his body and she felt the soft exhales of his breath. He was asleep and she was relieved. Finally he was getting some rest.

She woke in the middle of the night. Slightly disoriented she wondered what had woken her and where she was. The events from the day before came to her quickly. She was no longer lying on the matress. In his sleep Red had moved them. He was on his back and had pulled her on top of him. His arms were just as tightly wrapped around her as before she fell asleep.

"No." Red mumbled in his sleep. "Why?" He continued in his sleep.

His heartache was still so very clear. She still didn't know what had caused all this. Feeling him starting to move under her and his breaths becoming shorter she knew she had to calm him down. She kissed his chest softly and nuzzled his chin with her head. It didn't help and his movement continued with now his head moving from left to right. With quite some effort she turned them around, with his body covering hers again. Surprisingly the move hadn't woken him. Now with his head on her chest and wrapped in her arms he started to calm down. She brushed her lips against his head and rubbed his back. She was glad she brought him some peace of mind. It was then that a lone tear ran from his face onto her neck. "Oooh honey." She whispered and swallowed thickly at his pain. With one hand on the back of his head she held him close against. She kissed his temple and felt him brush his lips against her neck. She felt his body relax again and it wasn't look she fell asleep too.

TBC...