This chapter is losely based one the time line ( time line which time line Blacklist?)

This was how it was going to end. She knew it as soon as she heard the sirenens. At this moment everything turned upside down. And she just ran. Did she have a chance? She highly doubted. But her fight or flight reflexes clearly said flight.

And so she flew over the ground, the forest, the sky blurring together and dissappeared. Her mind said RUN RUN RUN and she didn´t look back not didn´t need to. Liz knew he was coming closer because he was faster than her and as so often stronger than her. But she couldn´t stop. She coud feel him coming closer and closer.

Her was beating so fast she thought it would stop right there and her lung felt like she drank a bottle of gasoline. One second later she hit the ground and felt Ressler´s weight on top of her. It felt like the sky fell down, ready to end her right there. It took everything in her not to cry. Not to scream at his face mirroring her desperate expression.

Did he really raise a gun at her ? Was he serious? He wouldn´t shoot her … right? You wouldn´t the words just tumbled out of her mouth. I would. You know I would. Of course he would. Why wouldn´t he. Because of me.

This thought had occured her mind before. Even though she was fully convinced he was a good person when she told Red Ressler was no robot, she never really knew what he was up to. He knew his work was important to him and still Liz always wondered why he helped her , well on his own way.

It wasn´t like she deserved it. SHE was the reason he had to deal with this whole situation, couldn´t do his job like he would. She knew he conflicted him. She would break him. Like everything around her was going to crash and break down eventually. All her life she had this golden thumb.

Liz barely took notice of her surroundings when Ressler brought her to the waiting SUVs. As soon as the other FBI Agents saw him and his „prey" congratulated him like she was some kind of deer he had shot. A few of them even applauded him but the majority of the Agents just turned their head down, too ashamed. She reckognized a few of the faces from former cases.

If Resslers grip wouldn´t be like steel, her legs would have already given up. As she stumbled a few times, his grip became even harder. He didn´t hurt her no, not a bit. He stabilized her. Like he always did.

When they finally made it into SUV, she caught a glimpse of Dembe who had to be hold down by three man otherwise he would have taken this whole task force out. She felt even more awful for putting him into this. He didn´t deserve it.

For the second time she feared her heart would stop. Ressler would take this ride with her. She felt like she couldn´t breath anymore. Anyother Agent would have been no problem. She could deal with a few rookies judging her but sitting in a car, for two hours with the man who should hate and despite her, the man who was still healing from a horrible loss – she didn´t know how to stay strong.

It was like someone turned off her brain, there weren´t even enough words to build a single sentence. But what she didn´t know was that even trough Red wasn´t in the car with her , he still watched over in no other form then Donald Ressler.

Red knew the exact coordinates, when they would stop, route changes – everything. After the last events that went down rather badly he decided he needed a side kick. He was no team player by any means but he couldn´t get Liz out of this without help. Today would decide what kind of man Donald Ressler was. Oh how Red hoped he wasn´t wrong about him.

Back in the car, there was no word spoken just an occasional order was heard trough the radio. She realized they were coming closer to the city. Closer to home? But what even was her home these days. Suddenly she began to shake. She could not handle this. She wasn´t ready to face this. She wasn´t Masha Rostova or her mum. She was Elizabeth … Elizabeth who? She was nobody. A ghost.

The more they drove in to city center, the crowd became larger and larger. DEATH SENTENCE FOR ELIZABETH KEEN – ELIZABETH KEEN DESERVES TO DIE – TRAITOR – MURDERER . All these angry people.

The car had to slow down because of the ever growing crowd. They started to hit against the window with their fists. They even begun to throw tomatoes, beer bottles and stones against the car. She suddenly realized that the vest Ressler put on her earlierer were for her protection. The people wanted her dead. She would die. Because nobody could help her out of this. She didn´t even had a will. Ressler , I don´t have a .. a will

Liz .. you don´t need one , okay .. the ...FBI will protect you he said with desperate voice. You can´t guaranteer it can you ? she said quietly. Give Agent Keen a pen and paperRessler said to one of the armored guards sitting in the car. I am not allowed to, Sir the man answered.Just give her the goddamn paper Ressler said.

Every pen stroke she made felt like a punch in his face. She was right. The FBI couldn´t protect her. But he.. well at least he could try. With those big blue eyes of hers, looking more like scared child than a woman who had been to hell and back, she gave him the note and handed him the pen over. I promise you I will give it back to you. You won´t need it . She said nothing. The fear now crystal clear present in her eyes. This was not the face of a mass murderer goddamn it. He felt like he needed air.

And suddenly they stopped. One could see that the fear in her eyes turned into straight panic.
I will protect you. That´s my choice. And I will get you out Liz, but you need to keep calm, can you do that for me, … Elizabeth? For a minute they were out in the open, the people screaming and throwing things transformed into a blurr again. And five minutes later Liz found herself in a prison cell. Don´t worry I am not leaving, can´t leave my friend alone, right?Ress... she whispered clearly choking back tears. Liz I said I will protect you so that´s what I do. You can rest, big day tomorrow

How could he do it, Liz asked herself. Shouldn´t he be angry and cold as stone towards her? Was this some kind of game ? But he was right she needed the rest.
And if they both hadn´t been so caught up in each others pure presence they might have seen the camera moving into position and one of the guards silenty changing place with another. Things had been brought into motion with concequences neither Liz nor Ress could think of by now...