A/N: Starts somewhere in Arioch Crain (3x05). I mean this was straight outta fanfiction.
( Because of school this is rather short but this episode just needs to be written down) 3x4 will get an one shot if I have the time)
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So you believe she is innocent? Yes, I do
Finally he said it out loud. Reven told him to keep his opinions to himself but he couldn´t hold that
back.
He had to admit that Chairman made him nervous. He didn´t like courts, he was better in the field where he could actually
do something. Here, he could just talk and had to be careful with every word he was saying.
But he promised Red - and basically Liz too - to give her the benefit of every doubt.
And that he did.
He didn´t just believe she was innocent. He knew she was.
But why the hell didn´t they go after the Fulcrum Lead. He didn´t get it.
When they were finished, he went to the bathroom and put some cold water in his face, he needed to think.
It were five weeks now. Five weeks, five different cases, five different psychotic criminals.
And he was not closer to clear her name than at the beginning. Instead he feared for her her.
Everyday they didn´t got her was a day she could get killed, a day he could lose her forever.
But he wasn´t prepared that it would happen today. He still was in the bathroom of the court when
he heard the news trough one of the trashy speakers in the restroom: And we are just now getting reports that former FBI Agent Elizabeth Keen has been shot and killed
They always say that it would feel like your heart would stop beating for a second when
you hear something like that. Ressler didn´t believe that but when he fully understood the announcement
he felt what they meant.
No it couldn´t be true.
There was no way that she...
She couldn´t be ...
He couldn´t have lost her.
He knew what he was doing. He had seen it a thousand times before. Liz
even told him how it was called, the forensic term for it.
On a crimescene, just a short time after he told her how he felt about profiling.
Ressler barked something at her and didn´t really listen what the word was.
When he turned around he saw that he hurt her and murmured something like ´Sorry`.
The slightest smile he got from her at this day kept his heart warm that night.
It was the first time he started to notice how beautiful she was.
She was beautiful and now she was gone.
But through the whirl of his thoughts he also heard : No comment yet from the FBI
That gave him hope because it meant Reddington hadn´t talked to them yet ,
he knew that Red would inform them about that and it would be last thing they heard from him.
So he clinged to the fact that there still was the possibility this was some cruel trick
or a nightmare.
From one second to the other he could move again and bursted trough the door.
He almost slipped on the sleek ground of the courthouse and made his way towards the exit.
He needed to get to his car.
Somewhere behind him he heard Reven shouting something like : " Agent Ressler: Stop."
But of course Agent Ressler didn´t listen and made his way trough the crowded hall.
Finally out of that hell house he sprinted towards his SUV. But before he could start his car
his gaze landed on the screen of a TV. It showed the worst picture imaginable.
Liz laying on a white ground which was stained with too much crimson red blood.
Her blood.
He closed his eyes tried his best to hold back the tears but one escaped his eyes and fell onto his arm.
He needed to get to the post office as fast as possible. The traffic rules be damned.
Finally he reached the garage of the Black Site and mindlessly parked his he shot the door
of his FBI car so loud, that the guards at the elevator jumped a little bit.
Ressler didn´t need to show his badge, the guards knew him, he worked here since almost eight years.
He was alone in the elevator and he felt very sick. What if he had too much faith. What if..
But then the doors opened and he was greeted by Samar and Aram and he followed them without a word or protest to
their office.
"She is not dead"
And he was never happier to hear something coming out of Aram´s mouth.
He could have cried because of happines.
Ressler barely listened when the two told him what actually happened.
"I thought you'd be furious."
No he wasn´t furios. Not at all. He was scared, scared to death because
today he really thought he would have lost her. He didn´t want to go back to the drug junkie
self destructive weird ass he has been and still was.
Because he couldn´t do it without Liz. The reason he was getting help at the first place, a drug junkie
couldn´t save a Russian spy, right ?
"You know what I am? I'm scared, because for a minute, I thought Keen was gone.
I thought that, uh"
As happy as he was that Liz was "save" he thought he would explode when he
saw the Director and Chairman in his office.
Something was off with them. He didn´t trust them and now should he work with them?!
Was everyone insane? He even would prefer Tom to them.
"And if I'm not willing to cooperate? Then you'll be replaced by someone who is."
This was it. His worst fear. If he does one mistake he is gone and neither Liz nor Red would be coming
out alive.
He want to scream. He wanted to punch that sickenly sweet fake smile off Chairman´s face.
But he needed to stay calm.
"Of course you can have a tour" he said in his best Reddington imitation. Two can play this game.
When he later finished his paperwork, grabbed his jacket and left his bureau he knew he had one last call
to make today.
( At Ressler´s Apartment)
As soon as he reached his appartment he got out of his suit and changed into something more comfortable.
It was then when he picked up his phone.
He stared at the black screen. His phone felt like it was burning a hole trough his hand.
When he turned it on he realized that he never deleted Liz contact. He still had it.
Maybe - just maybe he could still reach her.
He dialed the number - the wait between was hell.
Then she answered. Well tried to because before she could say a word Ressler bursted out
"Do this never again, Liz"
On the other end he heard like she was taking a deep breath. He died to hear her voice again, it had been days.
"You know I had to. And you - you have no damn right to be furios"
Shit. He didn´t want her to be angry. And he wasn´t furios. Well maybe he was because no one
told him anything and the second time in life he went trough hell.
"Liz I have every right to... Damn it... I just"
Then the connection went off
"You what Ressler"
"And at the same moment on the other end of the connection:
Liz ?! "
In that moment she made a split second grabbed her sweater and ran to their car
where Red was currently on the phone informing him about Dembe´s state.
"Red, I need to see him now, please"
Liz didn´t need to say a name. It was Red he knew about whom she was talking.
They started to drive towards a meeting point, obviously Red and Ressler had met their before.
But suddenly the car stopped.
"Liz , I-I still don´t know if that´s a good idea" Red spoke into the silence of the car.
"Please, he- he needs to see that I am alive. He thought I would be dead"
With that they headed towards the park were they had been earlier this day.
Under a lamp post she could see a person, hands in the pockets of their jeans and he had his back turned towards them.
But in the light he could see the fair hair. No doubt it was Ressler.
He had realized that someone was coming and turned around. When their gaze met so much was exchanged between
but none of it found it´s way out, just
"Liz"
"Ressler"
Then he made a step towards her, closed the distance between them and hugged her tightly.
For a moment he was scared she would pull away but she didn´t. She needed this as much as him.
"I thought for a moment that - I - I thought I would have lost you"
At the thought, that Director Donald Ressler was truly
worried about her, cared about her , her heart swell and she began too cry because she deserved none of it.
And again Ressler pulled her into hug. "Ress, you.. you I need you to stop worrying about me. I - I don´t think
I deserve it" but Don just grabbed her tighter and whispered into her ear "You do derserve it. But you need to go."
"Stay safe and tell Red that the Director is watching. He will know. Go!"
Liz looked him in the eyes on last time, saw the tears in his face and dissappeared into the darkness.