Okay I decided I wanted to do a continuation of chapter 4 but with a different character.
This time she was in a diner. Even she knew she couldn't eat at the same place every other day. She needed to change it up and you know what, the diner food wasn't bad and she loved the staff at the little place. Every now and then everybody needed a bit of greasy food in their live, she guess today was the day for that. Waffles, Chicken, gravy and syrup was the order placed. Her meal had come out and with a smile she thanked her waitress.
Before the fork could even pierce the waffle somebody slide in across from her in the booth. Her fork dropped with a sigh released from her. "Why do you all interrupt during meals?"
The gruff voice responded. "I'm not sure if your meal is more sickening then Reddingtons was." She stared at him blankly, "Look I don't want to be here, I want to arrest you on the spot. As a matter of fact this goes against everything I believe in. But he says you would be the one who knows how to get into the building."
"Oh! You're that FBI agent who gave up chasing me on twenty-first street."
"… Yes."
She bluntly said "What do you want?"
The FBI guy sighed. "Reddington said you may be able to help us on a case, apparently he has business in Cuba and couldn't grace us with his presence." He said dryly.
"And?"
"And I reassured him we would not have you arrested today."
She smiled "So that gives us three and a half hours to sort this out and then call, yelling at the criminal."
"Whatever you want."
That was supposed to be the end of that conversation but Liz wanted to push boundaries.
"I want to eat my meals in peace. And that doesn't involve a babysitter across from me."
"I am not a baby-"
"You're an over paid babysitter." With the statement Liz made, the agent left the diner to wait in the parking lot. Liz ate her meal in triumph.
Characters: Liz, Ressler
If someone could give me a prompt that would be awesome I'm open to mostly anything.
