"Go away."

She shut the door in his face without second thought. She was furious. He should be in the hospital not in front of her crappy motel room. But what did she think? He went ballistic when Liz had ordered Dembe to bring them to the next hospital instead of calling Mr. Kaplan and bringing him to his safe house.

And he finally passed out by his stupid yelling when Dembe didn't even blinked when he agreed.

When they made it to the hospital Ressler and Samar were already waiting, along with a cavalry of agents.

She had no clue how he had managed to ditch the security in front of his room. And how careless he was running around injured and alone when someone had made it his mission to kill him. And nearly succeeded.

"Lizzie hear me out."

His voice was soft and lacked his usually warm tone. He knocked again.

"I need you to hear me out, please." A single knock again.

She stood in the middle of the room, staring at the door and about to burst into tears. He was injured - severely injured and still he stood out there trying to explain, why he had made his life's work to destroy her life.

"Go away, Reddington. I don't want to hear your made-up stories."

Her voice was shaking violently and she knew that he could hear it too.

"Please."

He wouldn't go away and she told herself the only reason she opened the door was because of the people nearby. As crappy as her living arrangements were, she had no intention of trying to find another place at the moment.

He nearly fell over when she suddenly opened the door and his eyes squinted slightly.

He was probably totally drugged up.

She let him enter and closed the door way softer than before but never spared a glance at him.

"I will call Ressler to pick you up."

"Don't."

She shook her head and reached for her phone on the nightstand.

"I am done with this, Reddington. You need to rest. And you won't do it here."

She turned to him and regretted it immediately when she really looked at him.

Shoulders slumped, head down and a hand trying to grab the wall for support. He was clad in jeans and a shirt and both didn't seem to fit all too well.

"Keen, where is Reddington?" She barely registered Resslers voice from the other end of the line and neither did she really notice when she hung up on him.

"Let me explain why I hired Tom."

Oh right, there was that.

Her anger flared up and she grit her teeth.

"For once let me explain."

But she couldn't help herself because he was being unfair. It wasn't that she never let him explain things as it was him not wanting to explain or elaborate.

"You never cared to explain yourself so there is no need to do so now." She was about to talk herself in rage and when he didn't say anything she huffed.

"See? Why can´t you ever be straight with me? From the very first time we met you only told me bits of the truth and now that I really don't want you to say anything, you feel the need to explain yourself?" She panted and he looked at her like he had when he´d told her about Sam. "Fuck you Reddington. I gave you what you wanted and now you can leave me alone."

He left the security of the wall then to get closer to her but she stepped away. She couldn't trust him even if he was hurt and she could most likely take him down easily. Not that she wanted to.

"There are things that you need to learn by yourself" He still got closer and soon she felt the wall behind her. "And then there are things that I don't know about either." He stopped right in front of her and his pained expression mingled with a small, probably more painful smile.

"But I can't tell you that because the little faith you have in me is because you believe I have answers to all of your questions in the end." He turned his head sideways, with that oh so penetrating gaze. "And I can't lose that too."

Her breath was flat because he was so close now that she could sense the clinical smell on him, a faint glimpse of his cologne. She could literally see every small wrinkle on his face and his face seemed so much bigger and brighter and he leaned in.

He partly used her as support, his left hand grabbed hers and his mouth barely touched her ear.

"I hired Jacob Phelps to watch over you. To observe you. To be there when you are in danger. To report to me. Berlin hired him away from me. Gave him twice as much as I did. Berlin hired Tom Keen to marry you. To infiltrate your life and ultimately to get to me. And I am sorry for that because I never wanted you to be part of any of this." His breath was warm on her ear and he inched just a little bit closer so their bodies touched all the way. He was quiet literally trapping her against the wall and she didn't even think about pushing him away. Deep inside she wanted him to explain but there was always that small voice telling her that she shouldn't believe what he told her. He was a criminal and criminals are notorious liars.

"I wanted you to have a normal life. To be loved by a man that would appreciate your mind and beauty, who would share your interests, fears and dreams. A man that would love you without any doubt. A man that could give you a life you deserved. A child. Warmth and Happiness." He hesitated and his hand left hers and moved up to her head. She barely felt the touch of his fingers on her hair.

"I never wanted to be part of your life because I am everything but good for you. I forgot what it means to trust and it scares me that you make me remember."

He was trembling violently when his voice died and she knew that she was what was holding him up. Liz carefully wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. Not as tightly as she wanted.

There were still so many questions and lies and half-truths between them. But in that moment he had given her a whole lot more than words.

"You need to lay down, Red."

He never acknowledged her words but let himself be pushed to the bed at their side. He carefully sat down and let her help him lay down on the cheap bed.

She bent down and kissed his forehead and it seemed like a promise. His eyes closed, his breath still ragged, hand tightly in hers.

Liz could hear the sirens in the distance and knew that his rest wouldn't be for long. They needed to get him back to the hospital where he, for the moment, belonged. With her at his side until he was strong enough to ditch the agents again but with her silent blessing to do so.

The sirens got louder.

She would look for a new apartment tomorrow.