Please see first chapter for disclaimer regarding Blacklist. (Of course I don't own it! I'm just borrowing for entertainment purposes.) I've attempted to reply to everyone's reviews if I could (I appreciate you taking the time to leave me a comment) and anyone I could not reply to Thank you as well!

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Aram paced aimlessly around his apartment, nursing a glass of wine as he concentrated on his current dilemma. Someone in the post office, a person he worked with every day, had betrayed them. The old adage 'fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me' kept pounding in his head. He felt like he was missing something obvious, like there was a red flag waving over his head that he just couldn't grasp.

He had gone over everything! He'd checked and rechecked every single piece of evidence he could, but he still felt that he was missing something obvious. The uplink was a dead end. That left him with only two other viable options: the money trail and the phone call. Both of which could be traced back to a single phone, a phone which was missing according to Agent Ressler. Suddenly it felt like a light bulb turned on: the phone had all the answers. Setting his glass down, he moved quickly into his office. Rounding the corner of his desk, he opened the safe in the back of his desk drawer and removed his MacBook.

In his younger years, Aram had been a well-known and respected hacker. He had always used his talents for revenge against those in his old neighborhood who had wronged his friends or family. Eventually, the work he did had found its way on the radar of a fellow hacker Aram only knew as Nemesis; who eventually introduced Aram to the Hacker Republic.

Nemesis spent days raving about Aram's talents and achievements to anyone in their community who would listen, eventually they had accepted him into their fold and named him Fury. Nemesis had worked with Aram, broadening his horizons and targets, and soon he was helping take down large corrupt corporations by leaking inside data and trade secrets through hacking firewalls and encrypted data.

During Aram's time at MIT he kept up his hacking but began searching for more challenging activities, which lead the two of them to the NSA program: Χίμαιρα.

Χίμαιρα was a program used to spy on foreign threats to the US government, utilizing their electronic devices as personal hand held spy equipment. Cameras and microphones were turned into recording devices, all data and communications were tracked then recorded and monitored for any 'flagged words'. Aram had been outraged.

It took many discussions with Nemesis to convince Aram not to blow the whistle on the government. Aram knew the power this program was wielding could be turned from foreign to domestic soil with the flip of a switch, and privacy would become a thing of myths and legends: George Orwell would be laughing in his grave.

Nemesis had been quick to point out that they could use the program for good someday, to help someone who was in need or in danger. They could also monitor the program and make sure that the worst never happened; and if it did they could destroy the program together. Aram had agreed but made sure he would be the one to monitor the program by generating a virus. The virus would provide a back door directly into the program that only he could access. Something he intended to use now.

It didn't take him long to get his system up and running, quickly maneuvering around his multiple security measures and disabling the firewall. Aram began navigating through his coding, working through the many layers of his own virus for the back door to Χίμαιρα. It would take him at least an hour, but with any luck, he would finally be able to get some answers.

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Meera sat staring at her dashboard. She knew each voice on that recording. This entire situation had just gone from bad to nuclear. They had been betrayed by their own people; not just betrayed, but attacked. There was no worse crime in her eyes than against your country or against your brothers and sisters in arms.

There was no penalty great enough that the US Justice System could provide that would correct this act of treason. Not to mention the worst part about the entire situation; fruit of the poisoned tree. Between the high ranking officials, illegal recording devices, and other legal mumbo jumbo, none of them would see jail time; but her career would be shot.

Months ago that thought would have worried her. Now she had an alternative: Raymond Reddington.

Picking up her phone she tried Dembe. After two rings it went to voicemail; a common sign of the call being ignored. Before her anger got the best of her, she dialed Mr. Kaplan, unsurprised the woman picked up on the first ring. "Agent Malik?"

"Mr. Kaplan, is Mr. Reddington with you?"

"No, he isn't. He is unavailable at this time and will be for the foreseeable future. Do you need something?"

"Yes. I have something very important for him. Are you in the same location?"

"Yes."

"I'll be there in an hour." Hanging up the phone, she put her car into drive, heading in the direction of the hotel room. The small part of her that was celebrating about being correct was quickly and overwhelmingly becoming overshadowed by anger.

It was true that as a CIA agent she was used to the more questionable methods in regards to collecting information from suspects, but a line had been crossed. A Federal Agent's life had been put in danger; not because she had willingly offered to help, but because she was a weakness to exploit. Her life was of no consequence to them.

There was a special hell for those type of people, and Meera made a promise to herself: she would see them all burn.

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Dembe led Jax down the hallway to Liz's room. Pausing at the door, he knocked lightly before opening it. Poking his head inside, he saw that Liz appeared fast asleep with Red beside her, wide awake and watching him intently. Red nodded to Dembe, giving him the ok. Opening the door wider, Dembe gestured for the good doctor to head in first, whispering as she passed, "Her pain medication was beginning to wear off."

Jax nodded to Dembe as she passed him and moved directly to Red. "Hello Mr. Reddington. I came as soon as I could."

"Thank you." Red stood and hugged the younger woman. "Have the arrangements been handled?" He inquired, returning to Liz's side and gently picking up her hand once more.

"Mr. Kaplan has given me strict orders that we are to move her immediately. I have a mobile unit ready for all of us. We don't even have to move her from the bed," she replied, opening Liz's chart. "But Dembe said her pain medication was wearing off and I'd like to check her vitals before we try to move her."

Red nodded and stepped away to stand by Dembe as Jax took Liz's wrist and began checking her heart rate.

Hearing the shuffling and muffled voices around her, Liz opened her eyes, slowly taking in the woman holding her wrist. "You must be ... Dr. Ware," she was able to mumble through the fog of sleep and increasing discomfort from the pain in her chest.

"In the flesh," Jax replied, finishing taking her heart rate then winking at Liz. "You look like hell honey."

"Thanks," Liz said softly, closing her eyes once again. She was too tired to react to the women's comment, and after what she had gone through, she was probably right.

"I hear they haven't been in to give you more pain medication?" Making some notations inside her chart, Jax flipped it shut before glancing up at her.

Liz didn't bother to open her eyes, but nodded her agreement.

Jax gently squeezed her hand. "Don't worry, you're in my care now and I'm going to have you up on your feet in no time." Turning around to both men she nodded. "I need someone to stay with her and someone to gather all of her stuff while I go grab some pain medication and a heavy sedative. We'll take the ER elevator down to the mobile unit I have waiting for us."

"Who is a part of the transport team?" Red inquired, moving back to Liz's side. Brushing a stray hair out of her face, he leaned down to kiss her forehead once again; to let her know he was with her.

"Linkin and Careles," Jax answered.

Red nodded. "Where will we be traveling to?"

"There is a country estate Mr. Kaplan has procured; it has wheelchair access and is fifteen miles from the nearest civilian resident. She has already set up a perimeter with your team, and they are expecting us within the hour, Sir." Jax had fallen back into old habits, addressing Reddington as Sir and standing at ease before him.

"Thank you Jax, I will stay with Lizzie while Dembe collects our things."

Jax nodded, taking her leave to collect what they would need for Liz's safe transport.

As soon as the door closed, Red nodded to Dembe, who began moving around the room to collect their bags and supplies.

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Meera arrived within the hour to room fifteen, knocking loudly three times before the door was wrenched open. Mr. Kaplan appeared briefly before nodding back towards the living area, leaving Meera to grab the door and follow quickly.

Inside the living area now stood a large white board with what appeared to be a timeline; beginning from the minute Agent Keen left the PO, until the current time. Small post-it's littered the board with different scribbles, most she wasn't able to clearly make out from this distance.

"What do you have?" Mr. Kaplan inquired, moving back to the board to continue adding information to her timeline.

"Information," Meera remarked, moving closer to the board to get a better look at a few specific notes.

Mr. Kaplan turned slowly away from the board to glare at Agent Malik, irritation clearly evident at the agent's sarcastic remark. "If you aren't going to be helpful then get the hell out." The two women stared at one another, before she continued, "I have no time for games."

Meera was momentarily stunned by the sharpness of the older woman's retort, but recovered quickly, "I apologize. May I?" Picking up a dry erase marker she moved to specific post-it's, making notations beside each one as she moved across the timelines.

Watching the Agent write furiously on note after note, Mr. Kaplan saw the picture begin to form more clearly before her eyes.

Jammer Signal inside Post Office began prior to call ended just after; signal traced to hallway below AD Cooper's Office

Mini Jammer located in AD Cooper's desk

"Mr. Kaplan!" A male voice cried from the hallway, the sound of footsteps moving quickly echoed in the empty apartment as Meera continued writing.

Agent Ressler, AD Cooper, Director Diane Fowler, SECDEF Fitch meet and discuss attack on Agent Keen and containment

After finishing her last notation, Meera capped the marker, turning to hand the other woman a small jump drive. "That is the entire conversation."

Seymour rushed towards both women, holding out a smartphone with a frightened expression on his face, "It turned on by itself!"

"What?" Meera asked, looking at the device in his hand.

"You must have hit a button by accident, calm down, we have more pressing matters at hand," Mr. Kaplan remarked sharply, returning her attention to Meera and her notations.

"I did not hit a button. I was running a diagnostic test on the processor and was across the room when it chimed at me," Seymour replied defensively.

Before anyone could respond, the phone started to ring loudly in Seymour's hand. Glancing down at the device, Meera's brow shot up in confusion, "I know that number," she commented as she hit the answer button.

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Aram had worked tirelessly for an unknown amount of time attempting to crack his virus so he could back door into the Χίμαιρα program. It had been such a long time since he had checked the program, he was rusty in coding around his own virus. A bottle of wine and almost an hour later found Aram finally through his own firewall and in the heart of the program.

Aram sat back staring at his computer screen. The Χίμαιρα program lay open before him. It offered God-like abilities over every individual within feet of any type of electronic device. With this type of information at his fingertips, he was the most dangerous and powerful individual in the world at that moment. It was a very heady observation.

It was also the entire reason he had wanted to destroy the program, but now he was thankful that he had allowed Nemesis to talk him out of it. This was the big event that Nemesis had discussed, a time when the information this program provided could be used to help people or to save lives; tonight he could do both. He needed to contact Nemesis and thank them once this was all said and done.

The problem that presented itself now was deciding the best way to narrow down the device he was trying to locate. Steepling his fingers before him as he rested his elbows on his desk, Aram closed his eyes and concentrated. He couldn't search by the person's name, because 'Lucian' had been an alias. He couldn't search using the phone number, because he didn't know it. The only concrete information he had was the location of the warehouse where Agent Keen had been held.

"That's it!" Aram shouted, clapping his hands together before returning them to the keyboard. The phone call. The signal jammer. The Post Office! The probability of anyone in the general area of the warehouse making a phone call at that exact moment to any area around the PO was minimal, and it would probably be his best lead. Quickly typing in the beginning and end location, he added the specific time and date to help narrow down his search further and was not disappointed. There before him sat one name blinking brightly at him: Adelbert Richards aka 'Lucian'.

"Adelbert?" Aram couldn't help the bark of laughter at the man's name. "No wonder you went by Lucian. I'd have changed my name too..." He remarked as he clicked on the name link.

Immediately, Lucian's entire life showed up on the screen. ISP addresses, email accounts, bank accounts - you name it - and there was a history on it. The only information he was interested in currently was the cell phone, which appeared to be a Blackberry Torch, and was currently off.

With the device off, he wasn't able to pull a GPS signal to locate it, he was only able to see recent activity. There was so much data tied to the phone that he would need to know exactly what he was looking for to sort through all the information. The time for that would come, right now he needed to locate the device and get a good look at whomever had the phone and their location.

Using the override switch, he opted to turn the device on and sat back watching the program work its magic. Almost immediately, a GPS coordinate appeared right beside a link that informed him that data was processing.

Sitting back in his chair, Aram did a celebratory fist pump into the air as the uplink went live. "I'm in the wrong line of work," he commented, before clicking on the uplink and watching as his screen was split into two separate feeds; representing the back and front cameras. The back screen was completely black, while the front screen appeared an off-white color.

"What the hell?"

A male voice sounded through his speakers as a face appeared over the camera. An immediate look of panic flashed across his face as he lifted the device while crying out, "Mr. Kaplan!"

Aram watched as both screens shook while the man appeared to be moving quickly down a hallway of sorts towards other voices. The back camera was offering a shot of some very worn running shoes while the front camera gave him the view of a stubbled chin.

"It turned on by itself!"

"What?"

"Meera?" Aram cried out, leaning closer to the screen to make sure he wasn't going crazy or seeing things. Standing beside Agent Malik was an older woman with a very stern expression on her face. "What the hell is going on?" Aram mumbled to himself as he watched the three standing together.

"You must have hit a button by accident, calm down, we have more pressing matters at hand."

"I did not hit a button. I was running a diagnostic test on the processor and was across the room when it chimed at me."

It didn't take long for Aram to make his next move. He reached for his own cell phone beside his MacBook and dialed the number to the phone they were holding.

Watching them react to the ringing phone was priceless, but he wasn't surprised when Meera commented, "I know that number," while hitting the answer button and lifting the phone to her ear, "Aram?"

"Agent Malik, you are the only person I know that still memorizes phone numbers," he jested, reclining back into his chair while watching the screen.

"How did you get this number?" Meera had no witty response, choosing instead to get straight to the point. The agent in her began attempting to rationalize how Aram would have had the number to this phone, and didn't like the outcome she was coming up with.

"Really!" Aram's glared at the screen, "I believe the better question would be why you have a vital piece of missing evidence that may have information tying back to a kidnapped and missing FBI agent?" He cried out, pointing at the other screen with his free hand. "And who is Mrs. Doubtfire beside you?"

Watching the screens shift again, he saw Meera twist the phone to look at both the front and back camera before looking up in the direction of the older woman.

Meera was confused momentarily, looking at Mr. Kaplan for a moment before the woman nodded to her. Clicking the speaker button on the phone, Meera said, "Aram, how quickly can you get to 198 Main, Room fifteen? We need to talk."

AN: My apologies on the length of delay's between chapters. It has been a long busy hiatus and a number of one shots have snuck their way into my writing time (My latest is Truth or Shorts, if anyone is looking for another Lizzington Story to read.). I hope you are still enjoying this story. As I mentioned in my previous chapter, I did search out a Beta and was lucky enough to get a great one at that! Thank you Ashton! You're my Hero!

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