He knew it was probably a bad idea. For many, many reasons, it was a bad idea, but before he knew it he was behind the wheel of one of the SUV's and tailing Keen. As he followed seemingly unnoticed, he didn't know if he was happy about it, or frightened by it. On one hand he could follow her, but on the other it was all too telling that something was wrong if she didn't notice she was being tailed.

When he saw her pulling up in front of her house he thought maybe he had overreacted, but he told himself that he hadn't imagined that look of her face before, so he parked a couple houses down, ready to stick with his plan. It didn't go unnoticed as he watched her stop at her own front door. At first he thought maybe she had forgotten her key, but as he watched her visibly shake herself he knew that wasn't the case. She was readying herself for something; something inside her house, which he could only assume was her husband.

As her hand reached out for the doorknob he saw her look over her shoulder and the fear he saw on her face almost had him jumping out of his vehicle and heading toward the house himself. All he could think was, "Why is she afraid to go inside her own home?" His gut clenched again as a possibility crossed his mind and he asked himself, "Is Tom hurting her?" There were no unexplained injuries he knew about but he also knew abuse came in more ways than just physically.

He didn't have much time for what if's though after Elizabeth went inside, because no more than a few minutes later, she was coming out again. Tom appeared in the door behind her, kissing her goodbye before watching her leave. However, Tom didn't see what Ressler saw when she turned around to head back to her vehicle. There was a clear look of disgust and hate on her face that had him baffled and all the more resolute that he was going to figure this out.

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As Elizabeth got in her car, all too aware of her husband's eyes on her back, she tried to stop the shiver of disgust. All she managed though was to be safely in her car, where Tom couldn't see it, before she felt it up her spine. She quickly gathered herself, not wanting to give Tom any reason to be suspicious, before she pulled away from the house. She had to meet Red to go to her little hidey-hole before going back to work.

While she was driving she could have sworn she was being followed, afraid it was Tom, she looked for his car, but when she didn't see it she told herself she was being paranoid. She put it out of her mind as she parked, a few good blocks away. It wasn't long before Red's car pulled up, and the man himself was getting out of the car. After a quick exchange of pleasantry's he opened the door for her, and she slipped into the car while he went around to the other side. She noticed him throwing a look over his shoulder and pausing before getting in, but when she asked him what he was looking at he simply smirked and said nothing. She narrowed her eyes at the obvious lie, but didn't say anything. If it was cause for concern he would have said so.

THE BLACKLIST

Ressler sat patiently as he watched Keen simply standing by her car. To say he was surprised when a car pulled up and Red got out would be a major understatement. He knew that she went to him about cases, but this didn't seem to be about a case. He didn't know a personal life existed between the two, although he knew that Red wanted one. He had his suspicions about why, but in truth he really had no clue what anything meant when Red was involved. The man was contradiction after contradiction, and it gave him a headache just to think of the man and his actions too much.

He held his breath when Red stopped half way in the car, and threw a look over his shoulder in his direction, but even though the man looked right at him, he did nothing. Simply smirked and got in the car. As he followed them Ressler thought maybe they would try to throw him off their scent, but if anything it seemed like they were making it easier. They stopped at yellow lights, kept to the speed limit, and seemed to avoid high traffic areas, not that if was a long drive before they were parking.

He watched as Elizabeth got out of the car, seemingly oblivious to him. He saw her say something to Red, but he waved her on, and she soon disappeared behind a door. Red waited until the door was closed before turning on his heels and looking at Ressler. After quickly crossing the street, Red was sliding into the passenger seat of Ressler's SUV.

With a raised eyebrow, Red asked, "Are you tailing Lizzy?" Ressler found he couldn't say anything, simply staring at the man, his mouth half open. After a moment, Red seemed to give up hope of a response as he asked instead, "Is Cooper the one who put you up to this, or is this of your own volition?" The look he gave Ressler said that this was a question he had to answer, that he had no choice in the matter.

Clearing his throat first, he somewhat awkwardly answered, "Um, my own. Cooper doesn't even know I left the office." Red gave him a look like he was sizing him up before letting out a quick sigh.

Smirking slightly, he looked at him and said, "Well Donald, I expect an explanation but not right now, later. You're coming to my place for dinner tonight, but until then I suggest you get back to work." Red slid out of the SUV but leaned in the window after closing the door, adding, "Oh, and Lizzy won't be back for a little while so it would be great if you could cover for her." Tapping the roof of the car he threw in a "thanks" and walked away, soon disappearing behind the same door Liz had.

Don shook his head. He knew better than to think the invitation was anything less than a demand, so he knew he would show up. He wanted to get to the bottom of this, and it appeared that Red could help him do that, so he pulled out back into traffic, and headed back to work. He would get some answers later, and that was good enough for him, for the moment at least. Plus, he had a strange trust that Red would protect Elizabeth in the meantime.