Don tried his best not to break any traffic laws as he tore away from the parking lot. The longer he thought about it, the more his gut twisted. He kept telling himself that Liz was okay. That she probably hadn't even gone home. He knew she didn't want to be around her husband, but an annoying voice in his head pointed out that Tom wouldn't have even been at the house when Liz left work, that he would have been at his cover job. The annoying voice also pointed out that Liz was in yesterday's clothes and would probably want to go home to at least change.

Don hit the steering wheel angrily as he was forced to stop at a red light. He felt helplessly far away from Liz's house, and something was telling him that he didn't have time to spare. For what felt like the hundredth time in only minutes he debated just turning on his sirens and skipping past the evening rush hour traffic. The only thing that stopped him was the fact he didn't actually have any real proof that Liz was in trouble. All he really knew was that he could only reach her voice mail.

As Don was forced to stop, yet again, this time for pedestrians, he took out his phone deciding that he would try to call her again. As he listened to the ringing he found himself hoping and praying that she would just pick up the phone. He wished that he could hear her voice on the other end, and feel like a complete idiot for over reacting, but once again he was greeted only by her voice mail. Swearing loudly he chucked his phone into the seat next to him, sending angry glares at the thing as he drove, as if it was to blame.

THE BLACKLIST

As Liz stepped out of the shower she felt a little better. The hot water beating down on her back had managed to release some of her tension. She was just slipping into a dress when her phone buzzed from beside the bed. She slowly made her way over as she put her hair up.

She was a little concerned when she saw she had six missed calls; two from Red, three from Donald, and one from Tom. She was just about to call back Red when she thought she hear something down stairs. She stopped in her movement to listen, but after a moment of complete silence that filled her with a strange fear, she looked back to her phone.

As she looked on Don's name on her phone she started back on a debate she had been having with herself all day. She wanted to bring Don in on things. She wanted to tell him because she trusted him and he made her feel safe. After a few more moment she came to a decision, the decision to call Donald back and tell him everything. She was just about to hit his name when she suddenly sensed someone else in the room with her.

She quickly shot a look around the room and felt all her blood run cold when she saw Tom standing in the door way trying to look calm, but clearly pissed off. She quickly tried to smooth the startled look from her face as she stood up from where she was sitting on the edge of the bed, and slowly started walking toward him, even though every instinct she had was telling her to run in the opposite direction.

With a hard tone, Tom was the first to speak, pointing out, "You're home early." Even though Tom had on a slight smile, his anger was all too obvious to her.

Plastering on a fake smile of her own, she lied, "After working late, I thought I'd leave early so I could help you with dinner. You know how I love to watch you cook." With all the will power she had she took a final step toward her husband and lightly put her hand on his arm. She felt him tense for only a fraction of a second, but it was enough to put her on edge, even more so than she already was.

It only took a second for Tom to widen his fake smile, and school his tone perfectly, before he replied with, "How sweet of you, honey. Why don't we head down to the kitchen then and get started?" Liz said nothing, simply nodded with a smile as she started to follow him out of the room. She slowed her pace enough so he made it into the kitchen before him, and stopping just outside of it, she looked back down to the phone still in her hand.

After making sure that Tom was busy in the kitchen she dialed Don's number.

THE BLACKLIST

Don only stopped glaring at his phone when it started to ring.

The car swerved as he lunged his hand at it in the passenger seat. He didn't even look at the caller id before half yelling, "Hello", into the phone.

His heart dropped as Red's voice came through the other side. "Donald, you can't just ask me something like that then hang up on me." There was only a beat of silence before Red was demanding, "Why were you asking if Lizzy was with me?"

Don sighed as he said, "Because Cooper suspended Liz while I was out on a case, and I came back to find out she was gone. I tried to call her but I just got her voice mail."

His frustration must have been showing through because the first thing Red said back was, "You need to calm down, Donald. It does no one any good if you are too worked up to think straight." Red seemed to give him a minute to gather himself before he continued, asking, "Why do you seem so worried that something has happened since Lizzy left work? Unless Lizzy tells Tom that she was suspended, I don't know of any reasons why he would suddenly be more suspicious of her. After all, she has been playing the role of loving wife, sleeping and waking next to him."

As Don blew through a red light, caring less and less about the traffic laws, he off handily corrected Red, saying, "She didn't sleep next to him last night, she slept on my couch."

The car suddenly jerked as Don found himself startled by Red's low and angry growl of, "What?" Don was speechless as he felt anger radiation through the phone before Red asked, "What do you mean she slept on your couch? Why didn't she go home?"

Feeling slightly defensive, Don said, "She drank too much and couldn't drive home so I offered up my couch. I wasn't about to let her drive like that."

Red let out a frustrated growl as he said, "Tom has every reason to be suspicious if his wife didn't come home last night."

Don spluttered a little before finally getting out, "She gave him an excuse. She said she had to work all night; it wouldn't be the first time."

He could hear Red sigh before he said, "That is the oldest excuse in the book. No self-respecting married person would believe that under normal circumstances, and these are far from that."

All the fear that was already there multiplied tenfold as Ressler quietly asked, "Do you think he knows something is up?"