AN: Here's the next chapter of my jelly fic. Thanks for all your kind words so far. Special thanks to redisthenewblackington for being such a quick beta and making this fic better! Enjoy!

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Chapter 2

She went to work like usual, just that she didn't see Red that day. She wondered if he had followed her last night. Of course she had sent Adam on his way, taking the offered card with his phone number, but ended up throwing it away. It had been a show, probably a bad one too, if Red was keeping tabs on her, but at least Adam had made her feel good about herself, even if just for a few moments.

Her schedule was all jumbled. She was so used to set lunch and dinner hours, but without Red those meals fell short. She knew she had to eat at some point, but she wasn't as psyched about it as she had been before. Why did he have to be such a letch? And then he even dared to play it as if nothing had happened. Well, screw him. He had no right being angry with her and she surely wouldn't be the one knocking at his door, asking for forgiveness. She had absolutely no reason to.

Liz grabbed some Chinese take out on her way home, hungry enough to take a bite at every red light she had to stop at. Not eating anything throughout the day had been a bad idea, but between a crazy and hectic day at work and her mind not being able to stop thinking about a certain very handsome criminal, she simply hadn't found the time. Her stomach hadn't been happy, hence the eating in the car. Someone honked behind her and she realized that the light had probably been green for some time. Not wanting to delay the traffic any longer, she quickly hit the gas and ended up covering her top with fried noodles and chicken.

"Damn it!" She exclaimed, mentally blaming Red for the mess.

Thankfully she was already pulling up to her place and opened her car door, shaking off the food on her clothes. She grabbed her belongings and the rest of her take out and made her way inside. She needed a drink, maybe even two, and that bar hadn't been that bad. Tapping her chin for a moment, she walked up to her wardrobe and looked for something to wear.

The bar was even more crowded than the day before. It was Friday, after all. She had decided earlier that she would not work this weekend, so she might as well get a couple of drinks and take a cab home. She would decide later on.

Quickly finding a vacant table, she sat down and shrugged off her jacket. One quick look across the room determined that she had been right. Red was already there, looking comfortable with his scotch. Dembe was close by, but not sitting with him. Before she had even tried to catch the eye of the waiter, a glass was put in front of her, the liquid blue-ish. He was trying to make her angry, to provoke her until she snapped, but she wouldn't give that to him. Instead she pushed the glass away from her and looked at the waiter.

"I'll have a glass of Chardonnay please," she said, making it clear that she didn't want anything else to drink.

The man nodded. "Right away."

If she didn't know Red, she would probably have an uneasy feeling in her stomach, because of his stalker-like antics lately.

"Thank god! I'd hoped you'd be here tonight."

Liz looked up and saw Adam sitting down opposite her. "Hi."

"Hey." He grinned, showing off a perfect row of white teeth. "You didn't call."

Looking over his shoulder she could see that Red didn't look as comfortable as he had before. "Sorry. Work is keeping me rather busy."

"What do you do, anyway?"

"I'm…" 'Working with the number four on the FBI's most wanted list'. "A criminal profiler."

He looked impressed at that. "That sounds so cool. Profile me."

She had to resist the urge to groan. That request was getting old, but she decided to humor him anyway, at least that way Red would get the idea that Adam and her were getting along well. As she had thought, the Concierge of Crime once again put on a show of flirting with the busty brunette. It looked like it was working too, as Liz watched her laugh at something he had said before scribbling on a napkin.

'Probably her number. Ass.'

Her anger at Red made her want to grab Adam and just kiss him, not that she wanted to kiss Adam, but she would love to see Red's reaction. Would he throw his glass against a wall this time? Or would he walk up to her and manhandle her out of the bar. She was rather sure Red had a caveman side that she hadn't found out about so far.

Adam bought her drink after drink and they were actually having a good time. She was also inebriated enough to forget that Red was still watching her with hawk eyes, somewhat angry because she failed to look at him every now and then. As it was getting later, Liz found herself becoming rather tired. The alcohol together with the long day she had spent at the post office made her exhausted.

She could barely stifle a yawn. "I'm sorry, Adam. I think I'm done with the day."

"You look it. Did you get here by car?"

"Yeah," she replied. "But I'm gonna catch a cab back home."

"Nonsense. I'll take you home."

Normally she would've shot him down immediately, not one to jump into a stranger's car, but she knew exactly that this would eat at Red and right now she just wanted to hurt him. "Are you sure?"

"Of course. Come." He helped her up and Liz felt the alcohol rushing through her system, making her stumble into his chest.

"Woa…"

He held her steady. "You know, if you wanted to touch me, all you had to do was ask," Adam said with a wink. Liz chuckled to humor him and then let the man walk her out of the bar, making sure Red would be able to see her clutching at Adam.

She pretended to be able to hear his sharp intake of a breath as he fought to stay calm instead of jumping up and tackling the other man to the ground. Her inebriated mind had funny ideas.

Adam unlocked the car and held the door open for her, but he didn't guide her inside, or hold onto her elbow like she knew someone else would. The ride to her place didn't take long and was filled with easy conversation.

"You live here?" He asked.

"Mhm? Yeah."

"It's a motel. I thought you were from around here."

"It's a long story, but I recently got… divorced and wanted to move out as soon as possible."

He nodded, but still looked warily at the building. "Okay."

"Well, thanks for the ride, Adam."

"Oh. I'll walk you to your door, if that's okay with you," he said, suddenly remembering his manners.

"It's not that far," she said, but he was already getting out of the car.

They walked up to her door and she put the key in the lock before turning back to him. "Thanks again."

"Sure, no problem." They stood in awkward silence for a moment. Did he expect her to let him in for what? A quick roll in the hay?

"Alright. See you."

He sobered then. "Uh… okay. Yeah, see ya then, I guess."

Suddenly he seemed less attractive to her, not that she had wanted to date him in the first place, but the change in him showed her that he was just like the rest; only interested in one thing.