I've written this out and changed it I don't know how many times. I might change it to another version I've written out, but until then. Here we go.

"Well, what do you think?" Liz raised her brows, before swishing her hair from side to side. At first Ressler laughed awkwardly in response. He knew what he was supposed to say, or what she wanted him to say. Liz was beautiful – anyone with eyes could see that. She'd look incredible with any colour hair, but the blonde was a reminder of what had happened.

"It's a look." He said finally, taking his final sip of fifth bottle.

"What do you mean it's a look?" Her voice squeaked, and she laughed at how ridiculous she sounded.

"Keen, you know I prefer brunettes." He teased. Resting his hand on the sofa behind her. Ressler felt completely comfortable. The alcohol was helping him, of course.

"What do you mean?" She kinked her brow.

Was he flirting with her?

"You're acting like this is new information. Audrey was brunette." He winced. Bringing up the dead fiancée – smooth.

Liz rested her bottle down on the coffee table, feeling slightly more sober than she was previously. Was he comparing her to Audrey? She didn't know how to take it as a compliment or an insult.

"You don't talk about her much." She thought out loud.

"She's dead, there's nothing to talk about." Ressler slouched back on the sofa, regretting bringing her up in the first place.

"Do you miss her?" She slumped back next to him, looking at him curiously.

"Sometimes. It crosses my mind what would have happened if she were still alive. Shit. I'd have a two year old running around." Ressler looked deep in thought, shaking his head to banish the thoughts. Liz looked at him carefully. He laughed without humour. "Audrey was pregnant."

Liz's eyes widened, she rested both her hands on Ressler's leg. She had no idea. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

"It's fine, Keen. I didn't find out until she was gone." His tone was honest. He was okay talking about this with Liz – the alcohol probably contributed to his over sharing. "I would've made a lousy father. The job would just get in the way – like it did before."

"Don't say that." Liz frowned and Ressler could feel her eyes burning the side of his face. He looked at her finally and laughed weakly to show her he was okay. Without a second thought, he rested his hand on top of hers. Their eyes met momentarily, before Ressler broke it to look at his hand on top of hers. She wasn't moving.

"My obsession with Reddington broke us up before, but I know there was someone else that would've come between us the second time around." His thumb lightly brushed against the back of her hand, testing the water. She still wasn't moving. Truth be told, Liz was completely oblivious to his touch – it felt natural.

"What do you mean?" Her eyes glistened, watching him curiously while he tried his best to think of an appropriate way to word it.

Screw it.

Ressler's lips urgently found hers, crushing against them passionately. Liz's eyes widened as her heart stopped, looking at his face so close to hers. He was kissing her.

Finally.