"If he is after Torres for being a traitor, as he claims, then why is he still on the hunt? She's dead," Haven thought outloud as the plane took off.
Red looked over at her, "She's not dead. The FBI lied in order to keep her safe as she fights for her life."
"So, I'm not even a murder suspect?" Haven asked, shocked.
"Of course you are," Red exclaimed, "If she does die then you are the primary suspect unless we find this deviant Priest."
"If she's alive then you should drop me off at the hospital. I need to clear my name while you go after Father Gabriel," she suggested, her heart beating hard in her chest.
Red cocked his head to the side, thinking, "You make a good point. Dembe, tell the pilot to make a stop in DC," he said as he looked at her, his mind still thinking. "What are we going to do about what happened between us on this plane?"
"Forget it happened," she replied, not wanting to start a casual sex relationship with a criminal.
Red shook his head, "No, no, no, dear. We can not forget what happened, it was too good to do that. What we should do is continue it."
"You know that you said we shouldn't do it because it would complicate everything and now you are saying the opposite," she replied, "I'm not going to be your sex buddy."
"Sex buddy?" Red answered, his tone surprised, "That is not what I have in mind at all for the two of us. I like you, Haven. I think we should turn this one event into a beautiful relationship. Don't you?"
Haven took a deep breath as she replied, "How about we discuss it when I am not a wanted criminal? You can come over to my place and we can write a list of the pros and cons of pursuing each other romantically."
Red nodded, "Seems like a logical proposal."
Haven and Red stayed quiet for the rest of the trip until he stopped off in DC to let her go. "Be careful, you are a wanted criminal so keep your head low," he warned as she walked to the exit of the plane.
Haven nodded as she walked out of the plane and was surprised to see Mr. Kaplan waiting with a car. "Mr. Reddington instructed me to take you to the hospital," she said as she opened the door for Haven.
Haven nodded as she got in and realized he hadn't needed to warn her at all because he had eyes on her no matter where she was.
The car pulled up at the back entrance of the hospital where Haven got out and began walking in. She had to figure out what floor Torres was on so she began looking for security officers. The more of them she saw, the more likely she was on the right track.
She reached the the third floor and she knew she was in the right place because the door was locked and she could see nothing but agents in the small window. She pulled a bobby pin out of her hair to unlock the door but when she looked up again she saw fire and black smoke. The room had been rigged with an explosive and she was in a danger zone. She began racing down the stairs but she wasn't fast enough as the wall blew in on her, concrete falling all around and on top of her. She tried to keep her eyes open but the whole stairwell faded to black.