The next morning Liz woke up to a pounding headache and groaned. What exactly had happened the night before? She wasn't sure, but she remembered Red being very angry with her, and there was a guy involved somehow. As she tried to piece the night together in her mind Red entered the room, carrying a breakfast tray.

'Morning sweetheart.' Red chirped, looking extremely satisfied with himself.

'Christ Red, do you have to be so loud?' Liz squinted around the room, trying to obtain colour into her vision.

Red chuckled, 'Watch your language. I'm here to see how you're feeling.' He set the tray on the bedside table and sat on the end of the bed. Liz slowly sat up and sipped her coffee.

'Rough, is how I feel. And embarrassed, even if I can only remember parts of last night.'

Red's face darkened a shade for a second, before it went back to normal as he studied her intently.

'Lizzie, I don't have to tell you how dangerous you're actions were last night, or do I? I thought you were smart enough to figure that out.' Liz winced, that was a low blow. He knew that it was important to her to prove that she was smart enough to be a successful criminal. Red carried on. 'Now thanks to you we're going to have to leave Thailand today. After the scene you caused everyone will remember our faces now.' He looked at her with a disappointed look on his face, but he had misjudged just how much she remembered. Liz's blood started to boil as she said,

'Just hold on there for a second. You were the one who caused a scene, walking up to me like that and shouting at me.' Her eyes were bright with anger and she had put down the mug, gearing up for a fight. Red retaliated, just as angry as she was,

'I had to do that in order to stop you from giving yourself away to a random stranger in the bar. He could have hurt you! Didn't you think of that?' Liz had touched a nerve by blaming him because he knew deep down that he had over-reacted to the situation. He had just felt so damn jealous and possessive, both of which he hated.

'He was a hotel worker and I know full well that you check out all the staff fully before you stay anywhere. That man was completely safe. And who said anything about giving myself away to him? I'd only just met the man!' Both Red and Liz were furious now, their breaths heaving and their body language tense and geared up for a fight. Red scoffed,

'Oh I'm sorry. Did you or did you not mention taking him to a bathroom stall?'

'That was only because you'd made me angry! I was proving to you that I was free to make my own choices and you cannot just storm over to me and push me around. Period.'

Red was speechless for a second, due to the fact that she'd made a valid point. He sighed, getting up to leave the room and trying to calm himself down.

'We're leaving in an hour. You'll be ready to leave by then. That's not me pushing you around, that's me stating my schedule, the one in which you have to be dependent on if you want to stay out of jail.' Liz glared at him as he left, damn that man. This was all his fault. Him and that woman! As she started to get up and dressed she realised how her jealousy had caused her to act as she had done. Had she known Red would come and look for her when he got back? Maybe. And she'd just wanted him to see that other men found her attractive, and that she wasn't dependant on him for company. Yeah sure, she admitted to herself, she had wanted to bring his attention back to her. Jealousy was a base emotion indeed, Red, and didn't she know it.

Exactly one hour later, Liz emerged from the bedroom fully dressed, packed and ready to go. Red was nowhere to be found, however. When she asked after his whereabouts Dembe informed her that he had gone on ahead, and that they would meet him on his jet. Liz was confused but followed Dembe to the car. When they arrived at the jet and Liz was led onboard, Red was still not there. This time, however, Dembe said nothing and just left her to entertain herself. A good half hour later the jet took off and Liz was furious, thinking he'd left her and was sending her away from him. Had she embarrassed him that much? What she was not prepared for, however, was for him to come out of the jet's bedroom about a quarter of the way through the flight. He didn't just come out alone, though, the woman from last night was following right behind him. Red said nothing, ignoring Liz's murderous gaze, but poured two drinks and sat across from Liz, with the woman sat next to him. Nobody spoke for a few tense seconds, Liz was too busy imagining killing Red and he was too busy pointedly ignoring her. Susanne, on the other hand, could stand it no longer. Reaching out a hand to Liz she introduced herself.

'Susanne Holt. Pleased to meet you Ms. Keen.'

Elizabeth just turned her angry gaze on her, making Susanne laugh lightly.

'Oh don't worry, at the moment me and Raymond are just arranging business. You're free to have him for now.'

Liz, partly relieved that they hadn't just been having sex but angry at the 'for now' Susanne had used, looked over at Red.

'Well I don't want him, so you may as well just go back to the bedroom.' When Red looked up from his papers sharply and snapped,

'Elizabeth!', Liz knew she may have gone too far. Not taking his eyes off Liz, Red said, 'Susanne, you wouldn't mind joining Dembe for a moment, would you?' When she left the room Red's voice took on a cool tone and his face was impassive, letting Liz know he was furious with her.

'That woman that you just insulted was our biggest hope of staying in an island for the immediate future. No more constantly moving, no more cramped spaces, no more aliases. Just you and me living out our days in paradise, free to spend the time however we like. I know how much you hate life on the run and I worked very hard to make you more comfortable. You, however, may have just ruined that. You need to stop acting like a petulant little child and apologise to Susanne. Otherwise, it will be back to little shacks in Holland for you. Do I make myself clear?' Liz was stunned at this, and also trying hard not to cry. He had just managed to make her feel like shit and combined with the extreme jealously she was feeling, her emotions were starting to have an effect on her. Picking herself up, she went to find Susanne and after she'd muttered a half-hearted apology to the woman she locked herself in the bathroom and began to sob. Big, heaving sobs left her body as she wallowed in the hopelessness of the situation. She was running from the FBI, she had no job, no friends, and the man she loved seemed determined to push her away and treat her like dirt. Wait, she thought, did she love Red? After considering it for a few moments, she had to admit that she did. She'd known she cared about him, was attracted to him, and now the thought of him leaving her made her ache in her chest. She wanted him to love her back so badly. She wanted to discover his body, wanted to make love to him, wanted to live with him as she had been doing for the past few months, but this time knowing that the man she was living with loved her. Although they had been getting closer, their interactions had been peppered with awkwardness and Red had insisted that they keep a wall between them, much like their wall of pillows at night. Liz realised that she wanted this wall to fall down. Liz realised that she wanted her and Red to stop arguing, stop picking at each other. At this point Liz didn't know what to do with her new found feelings for Red, and was just starting to try and decide how to behave around him when there was a knock on the bathroom door. Liz straightened herself up, opened it, and greeted by the man himself wearing an unsure look on his face. When he noticed her tear-stained cheeks, his face broke for a second and a look of utter despair came over his features.

'I'm sorry Lizzie. For everything. God, even I know I've been acting like a jerk. I shouldn't have lashed out at you last night and I shouldn't have tried to get back at you by flaunting Susanne in your face, it was mean of me.'

'Then why did you do it?' Liz retorted.

Red braced himself for what was to come before saying, 'I was angry that you kissed Anton. A little bit jealous probably, as much as I hate to admit it.'

Liz looked up at him hopefully, if he was jealous, did that mean he wanted to be with her? She didn't know whether she dared to ask, but thought that she may as well, seen as she didn't have anything to lose. 'Does that mean you want me?'

'Lizzie, I care about you very much, but I would never ask that of you. I wouldn't burden you by confessing feelings that you won't reciprocate. I'm sorry I was mean to you, and I promise I won't let my feelings stand in the way of our friendship again. When we get to the island, I promise I'll try my best to make you're life as happy and care-free as possible.' Red tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear gently before turning to walk back to his seat. Liz stopped him, though, by taking his hand in hers.

'Red, you idiot. What makes you think I could never reciprocate your feelings? I love you Red. And the only way you can make sure I live out my days happy is if you give yourself to me. I want to be with you, more than anything. That's why I was with Anton that night. I was foolishly trying to get back at you for being with Susanne in the bar. Will you please consider being romantically involved with me? I promise I'll try to make it worth your while...' She purred, trying to tempt him into agreeing with her. Red, however, was still a bit spellbound by the fact that she'd said she loved him. He watched her intently for a few seconds, thanking his lucky stars that she wanted what he'd never dared hope would come true. Walking closer to her, he kissed her lightly, until she responded in full by opening her mouth for him. After revelling in the bliss that was kissing Lizzie, he pulled away. Taking her face in his hands he whispered, rather hoarsely,

'You said you'd make it worth my while?' Liz laughed, taking him into the bedroom as she did so.