I know I promised the big show down happens this chapter but then I decided to make two chapters out of it. I can't wait to get to the fluffy and smuty stuff but before I can go there I need some reviews. Also this chapter is just as unbetaed as the others but it is like 1 am here and I am sorry. I need a beta.

'It's time. Our only chance is success. One mistake and I don´t know if anyone will survive' his voice was calm. 'Don't bring the AK 47. If they have a reason to believe we trick them, we will be screwed. Well actually I will be screwed but if I die you guys won´t last long either. The plan is easy. I am gonna meet my boss. His house is heavily guarded so don´t do anything stupid.'

He could see his breath forming little,white clouds in the barely lit up ware house. Well actually it was more of a shack if you asked him. He pointed at the blue prints. 'Miro and Andrew will come with me. He knows both of them. That´s where I need Max and Spencer. This hell house is better prepared for an attack than then white house so we will not be a surprise. You have to be fast. All I need is the FBI Agent – and the child.'
the man ordered.

His head was bald again and his tattoos were back. He looked up to the big screens of their current base where the reason for the biggest mission in his life was displayed. Special Agent Donald Ressler. Even looking at him made his blood boil. The pictures showed him over the course of months. At his apartment. At work. His men had even made pictures of the Agent while he was grocery shopping. They knew the codes for his E-mail accounts, the codes for his bank accounts, hell even his security codes for his mobile phone. Basically they knew everything about him. The last months he had spent analyzing the guys. He knew about Resslers habits and his likes and dislikes, his hopes and dreams.

Which, to be honest had been clear since the beginning so his own reactions after finding out that the Agent had slept with his wife surprised him a bit. It had been his wife. HIS. Liz had been his. She had belonged to him. How could she dare to sleep with someone else than him. He had made it clear that he was the man in her life. Hell, he had even put up with her stupid dog. He thought he had made it clear he belonged in her life when he put his name on the pro side of her list. It was a weird feeling to find out Agnes wasn't his.

Apparently Liz hadn't been as naive as he had thought. Since she was dead the rest of her little family would have to pay. While Ressler had been a thorn in his side even before Liz had found about him and he now had the perfect opportunity to take care of him, he hadn´t been sure what to do with the child. At first he had planned to spare the child. It was a goddamn baby. But later he had thought about it again. Sure the girl was a baby now but she would grow up and start questioning her parents deaths. She would start looking and eventually she would find something, especially with Reddington around.

He couldn't kill Reddington. He had tried it several times and at the end it was always him who nearly died. So the baby needed to disappear. No witnesses, no problems. The first rule. If the witness was a baby well that was sad but thats life. Kill or be killed – or have enough money.

'Jacob, how do you even know that they will be there?'
one of his men asked. 'I mean we tried to get into the system for weeks. It is encrypted with some serious CIA shit. Probably even better than CIA'
Jacob turned around. He wasn´t Tom anymore. Tom was dead. He layed an arm around the man.
'I know that they are at the house because even though I pay you guys I am the only one who gets his stuff done. My bitch had this conctact , she thought I didn´t know about. Well I let her believe it but Martin hacked the contact for me and what he found, well it is a true gold mine. What a shame he had to ask stupid questions.'

In a matter of seconds he had got the man, his name was Gerald he believed, on his knees and pointed his gun at the man. ' Like I said don´t ask stupid questions.'
He pushed him back to the others, waiting for the next order. 'Get out of my sight. All of you.'
The men followed his order and after a few moments he was alone again. He felt like a kid on Christmas. He hadn't seen his real boss in years but he was the only one in their order who had even met him in person. It made him special. Sure he had been always teased about his secret information he had about Reddington but they all knew in the end they had to listen to him.

Again he went trough it all.
Get into the mansion, get out of the contract and leave the order. While he would kiss his boss ass his men would get Ressler and Agnes. One could ask: Why all this effort? Well, Donnie needed to learn not to touch things that didn't belong to him. He deserved to suffer.

It was a pleasure to imagine the pain and the agony which would be displayed on his boy scout face when he would kill little Agnes right in front of him and then tell him that Agnes was his biological daughter all a long. Ressler would beg him to shoot him. Right at this moment, Donald was putting the child to bed. Five months he had to watch this shit already. Then, his thoughts wandered back to putting a knife right between the Agent´s eyes. His master always told him that next to the technique, the weapon was the most important thing to complete a mission. Personally he always had preferred guns over close combat but knifes, well they were just something else.

It was an incredible sensation to feel the metal sliding trough the flesh of his victim and see their eyes widening in shock when they looked down to find themselves being impaled. He opened the large safe which was the center of ware house. It held a magnificent collection of weapons. Well, Special Agent Donald would have the honor to experience the pleasure of getting stabbed with a beautiful indian knife used in the 19th century. 'It is pay day Agent Ressler.'

In a safe house, somewhere in Maine, 6 pm

'Donald, I think you beat that punching bag long enough for today. You could take out a whole task force even without Dembe... No offense my friend'
Red said to the two men in front of him. While Donald had worked on his close combat skills and was learning several kinds of martial arts, Dembe had concentrated on tactics. Basically he could read his opponents thoughts and could tell what their next move would be. Together with Baz' Team they were practically unstoppable.

'Besides, Agnes really wants your attention. Did you put something in her milk today?'
Ressler groaned internally. Not because of Agnes but because of Red. 'Red I put her to bed like an hour ago and I put the 'Wizard of OZ' CD in the radio. She should have slept till the morning. Did you turn on Vivaldi or however the guy is called again?'
he asked Red while he took Agnes in his arms. The baby seemed very amused with this whole situation and she started to clap with her little hands.

'He did wake you, didn´t he? Well, I am sorry to disappoint you but I will put you straight back into bed where you belong darling'
he told her. Of course she couldn't understand a single word but he had read that it was good for her development to talk a lot with her. Agnes only answer was a little yawn, adorable really. From the corner of his eyes he could see Red on the phone. It didn´t seem to be good news.

'Red... what is it?'
Baz, Dembe and the others came closer. 'Tay just is happening today. Tom and his watchdogs are on the move. They are coming. We need to be prepared.'
they got informed by their boss.

'Dembe call Agents Navabi and Motjabai. They are informed about their tasks.'
Dembe nodded and left the 'gym'. The 'gym' was actually the basement of Red's Mansion, several meters underground. Next to the boxing rings and punching bags the weapons were stored. They could easily put up with the former post office.

Baz, you and your team be ready. Take as much of his minions out as possible.'
then he turned around and faced Ressler. 'Donald, we need to get Agnes out of here.'
he said.
'Red, I know we talked about it … but I – I can't just leave her.'
It made him sick to think about it. Nobody could guarantee he was coming back and while he wanted to solve this once and for all his priority was Agnes.

He didn´t want her to grow up like her mother, always questioning who she truly was. He looked at the little girl who was totally unaware of the danger she was born in. Sometimes when he doubted all of this, himself, Reddington, their whole plan, all he needed to do was look at her. A part of Liz lived on and Agnes deserved the best. She was worth every scratch and every broken bone. Ressler knew he had to follow the plan but it was incredible difficult to let her go.

The plan itself was good, really. Three of Red´s employees would bring Agnes back to Washington, to the new Head Quarters of the FBI task force. As far as they knew Tom just controlled a small group of mercenary soldiers and they just concentrated on their current location.

A bird called Gina had told them Tom was trying to get out of his order and thats why he needed to meet the order´s leader, who just happened to stay at Red's mansion. He had seen the guy once or twice but just from a distance. The guy mostly stayed in his room, somewhere on the second floor. He hadn´t really got behind this order stuff and you-have-to-serve-me-stuff but he had understand that Tom had to offer something, a kind of life insurance to get out of this order. Nobody knows what it could be but all of them were aware that Tom needed to be caught. He was dangerous.

'Donald, I understand how hard this is, I truly do. No one wants to leave their children behind, especially not in such a situation but Agnes needs you. She needs you alive. I know you would die for her just like you would have died for Liz, over and over again. Trust me, I have seen it. I know you have loved Liz, Donald. Everyone knows it but the problem is, Tom knows that too. As far as I know, that little girl in your arms is the only weakness you have and he will use it against you. The safer our little sweetheart is the stronger you are.'
Reddington put a hand on Resslers shoulder.

Sometimes he almost liked the guy, Ressler thought. Sometimes. For the last time he looked at Agnes who had despite of the noise and tumult around her fallen asleep and she looked completly content with herself and the world. He kissed her on her little forehead.'I love you baby.' Then he carefully placed her in Dembes Arms who would bring her away. He couldn´t stop himself from crying.

The last five months had been a mix between a fairytale and a nightmare. On the one hand there was Agnes who really brightened up his life. He couldn't believe she was already five months old. She was extremely active and she babbled all day long. She really was a big fan of his funny faces which made him very proud and her favorite toys were: exactly Red's fedoras. As soon as she could grab something she got herself one his finest fedoras. When Red tried to get his hat back … well that tantrum was something to be remembered.

Even though she was already totally spoiled by her 'grandpa' and possessed every toy imaginable, the fedora always was her favorite. On the other hand there was the constant threat trough Tom. Ressler didn't know if he still worked for FBI. Red had told him he had worked something out. Whatever that meant.

For the past five months he had learned things that he thought would only be possible in movies. When he wasn't occupied with Agnes, he was in the gym. He had developed some serious sleeping problems. There were nights he barely slept more than three or four hours but he wouldn't take meds. He would get trough he had told himself. Most of the time passed out on the couch with Agnes in his arms or in her little bed.

He knew it was supposed to be the other way around his presence should calm her but when he wasn't with her at night and could keep an eye on her he got nervous. Besides his constant worrying about Agnes safety there were .. well the nightmares. At first he thought he could put up with it. It were just dreams right? But after the fifth time he saw Liz dying in his arms he had enough.

When he worked out a lot and was really exhausted he slept without dreaming anything so that worked. Sure it wasn't healthy but after a while he was afraid to go to sleep. Liz was branded into his mind and sometimes he looked at Agnes and all he saw was Liz. He saw her coming home from work, tossing her things away while little Agnes was running in her arms. He could see her smile and he knew she would have been an incredible mother. She had seen her around kids a few times. Her eyes had literally lit up when she was interacting with children. Even without having really meet her baby she had been a great mom.

It wasn't fair and it made him furious. At the beginning it was a lot worse than now. At his first week in Red's mansion he had destroyed one of the punching bags and almost broke his hand when he used the wall instead. Dembe had found him like that. At first he had let him cry. He had let him scream and he had let him curse the world. When he was done, Dembe had started to teach him several breathing techniques and he had taught him how to mediate. At first it seemed silly to him but it really worked.

Sometimes, late at night he still started to cry when he thought about her but he could now also remember some of their good times together. Just her birthday was banned from his mind.

'Donald, are you still with me?'
he suddenly heard Dembe's voice again. Agnes was gone.
He closed his eyes one last time, he thought of Agnes and of Liz and remembered why he was doing all of this. He put both of them in a box and put these far away to a much more happier place.
'Let's roll. This ends now.'
he grasped his jacket and his guns.