A/N - so some reviewers asked me to continue, and I had the second part of this story so I wrote it. Short but lovely, imo. Thanks!

Liz woke up radiant. The sun light was warming her bare skin, and she was feeling relaxed and happy. She breathed in deeply while she lazily moved to face the open window. The sun was high up in the sky. Too high. Afternoon high. Wait?

She patted the nightstand until she found the clock and looked at the visor. 11:45. Oh God!

She left the bed on a jump and started looking for her clothes. Then she remembered.

She wasn't in her apartment. The only clothes she had there was a short purple dress and pumps. Dammit!

She jumped on the man who was sleeping beside her, urging him to wake up!

"Ressler! Ress, wake up!" She was shaking him, and he woke up with a growl.

"What? What? Liz? So that's how you wake up? No wonder Tom Keen became an assassin" she slapped him for the stupid joke about her ex husband, but she had no time for jokes.

"C'mon! 11:50! The meeting! Debriefing! I have no clothes! No time!? My apartment! " she was hyperventilating, sitting on his stomach.

"Hey! Hey! He stroke her arms, trying to calm her down. She was panting, and slowly went back to breathing normally. He grinned.

"Hey!" He said, pulling her close. She smiled and bent down to give him a kiss, but when he started to pull her even closer and deepen the kiss, she started waving her arms again.

"Ress! Ress! The meeting!"

"Hey! Relax! I'm the assistant director! I'll call in and postpone it"

She stopped at what he said and frowned. "Really?"

While she was on the run, Cooper was accused of helping her and was reduced to desk duty on a small office. During this time, Ressler was designated to lead the task force, but she was sure Cooper had come back to his old post now. The wide silly grin on Ressler's face told her he was messing with her.

"Dammit, Donald! I mean it! I can't believe I'll be late for my first day back!"

"Calm down, I live 15 minutes away! We are fine!" He was so calm that it was driving her crazy!

"And I suppose i'll just go in wearing my dress and heels, or maybe one of your t-shirts?"

Oh yes, she didn't have anything to wear, literally.

"That would be interesting", he said, finally getting out of bed. "You know what? There's a clothes shop around the corner, we'll go there and see if they have anything."

She pondered for a few seconds, and then relaxed. Ok, not a bad idea. She put on her dress and looked at herself in the mirror. She did not look respectable. The clock showed 12:02. By 12:15, he already had his suit on, showered, shaved and all, and she hated the fact that men could get ready so fast. She helped him with his tie and joked "so, you're going to "pretty woman" me?"

He smirked shily "if by that you mean buy you a reasonably priced office-acceptable suit, yeah, sure" she laughed, and then kissed him again. They both groaned when they had to stop the kiss to go, and then moved towards the door.

Xxxxx

They arrived at the post office 2 minutes before Cooper called them all for the meeting. Liz was wearing a pair of pants that were to long for her, as she couldn't have them tailored, but at least they covered her party shoes. As she entered the meeting room, Samar signaled for the tag still attached to her new white shirt, and she pulled it quickly.

Reven Wright entered the room as they sat down on their places, and sat between Ressler and Cooper, in front of Liz. She glanced at her partner and smirked as he made faces to her.

The meeting went by like torture, and they avoided looking at each other, or else they would laugh and tease each other like teenagers. They shared with Liz the cases they were working on and Reven Wright explained the new deal with Raymond Reddington and the blacklist now that they were back. Then, it was Ressler's turn to take over, explaining the blacklisters Reddington had given them while on the run, and the processes he had leaded. Liz felt strangely proud of her partner, as he was leading an investigation that had her as one of the suspects.

2 hours later they left the room, and only then did Liz notice how hungry she was. Samar brought her a sandwich from the kitchen, and she felt something like love for her friend.

"Oh god thank you!" She grabbed the sandwich and took a bite off it.

"Figured you didn't have time to eat" Samar said, and raised her eyebrows as a sign that she knew what was going on. Liz rolled her eyes and laughed, as Samar sat on her desk and asked for the details.

The girls were talking and laughing when Ressler entered the room and they immediately stopped.

"Yeah, you stop talking about me" he said, stealing the half eaten sandwich from Liz's hands.

"Hey!" Was all she said as he took a bite off the thing, but then gave it back to her.

"Ok, I'll leave you kids to your thing." Said Samar, leaving the room. As soon as the woman closed the door to their office, they both knew they were in trouble. It was going to be so difficult to act professional stuck in a small room together. Liz decided to use that to her advantage and teased, removing her shoes and putting her feet on the table.

"So, is there anything to do around here?"

He tossed a big stack of papers onto her desk, startling her.

"You're bound to paperwork, Keen. Punishment for running from me."

"You do enjoy being the boss, don't ya?"

"You're lucky we're in an open room, this is nothing." They both smirked and exchanged glances, desperate to close the distance between them. She sat up straight and started looking at the papers, and for a while it was possible to act professionally.

They didn't have a hard time dodging the suspicions of the people in the war room. Samar already knew, and Cooper kept closed in his office with Reven Wright and other important people. Aram was completely clueless, even causing Samar to laugh out loud when Ressler was a bit more obvious, and the tech agent just looked confused.

Reddington, on the other hand, was a bit more difficult to dodge. The man had a natural talent to know everything, and the minute he entered the room, he knew.

"Lizzie, you look ravishing today! Is this a new suit?" He started by pointing out her weird unadjusted clothes. "No, it's not the clothes. Not the hair..." She had gone back to her natural brown hair as soon as it was all over, and had it in curls over her shoulders, as it was longer than usual. "Oh, I see." He snapped his fingers, and then turned to Ressler.

"Go one step out of the line, and I'll kill you. And no, i'm not threatening a federal officer, don't even think about it" he left Ressler gasping for words and Liz hidden behind her hands in shame. How could he just know?

"Anyway, kids. I have more important things to do here, such as give you Leon Macken" and he digressed by detailing their new blacklister.

They left the post office late at night with just a few leads on the new case, and when they entered his car she pointed out that she should go home, as hudson had spent the whole day by himself, and burst out laughing when she turned and saw Donald Ressler, special agent FBI, pouting.

"I said I have to go home, never said you're going to yours" she leaned over and gave him a kiss, happy that the car protected their secret.

"Oh, but you might want to stop by your place to get a change of clothes, we don't want to repeat today's events!"

"Don't worry, I always carry a small bag with clothes in my trunk" he said, proudly.

"oh, smartass, so do I but I didn't have my car with me!"

He smiled and turned, putting the car on drive.