A/N - Ok short but adorable. I'm too nervous, today is the most exciting day. They confirmed David Tennant will be at the Comic Con here in Brazil and I live for this man! and later we have the Fall finale. I might not survive this day, seriously!

Please let me know what you think! thanks for reading.

He had all planned out. She chose the restaurant, so she wouldn't be suspicious of said it was to celebrate their anniversary, and it wasn't a big lie. It wasn't the date of their first time together, but it was the date of their first date.

She chose a French restaurant, and although it annoyed him a little the fact that they always served small portions of food, he complied when she said that they were different, she had seen it in the newspaper. It was good French cuisine, not fancy French cuisine.

He wore a suit and was waiting on the living room, shaking his leg nervously as he constantly checked his pocket for the box. she came down the stairs in a beautiful purple dress with silver details, and she had her hair up on a pony tail. It was a warm night outside, and the stars were bright.

She smiled as she stepped out of the stairs with his help, taking his arm.

"You look beautiful, my love" he said, and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"You don't look bad yourself" she fixed his tie and brushed her hand on his hair. "You know, we don't need to go out. We can just celebrate here" she said, maliciously, pulling his collar a little bit.

"And what? celebrate our anniversary with take out and Hudson on our feet? no way" He only noticed how not bad his idea was when he finished saying, but he made a face to show her that he did not want that at all, as good as it sounded.

"Haha. Ok, then. take me out." she grabbed his arm, and they both walked together outside the house. He couldn't help touching his pocket once more to make sure it was there.

They arrived at the restaurant earlier than their reservation, so they had to wait for their table at the bar. he ordered the drinks, wine for her and a martini for him.

"Shaken, not stirred" she joked, and he posed like James Bond.

"Ressler, Donald Ressler." she laughed, and he placed a kiss on her lips. He was enjoying the fact that they were being able to go through the night relaxed and having fun. Inside, he was freaking out, but in a way, he had little doubt that she would say no. to be honest, he didn't like thinking about her answer, because the more he thought about it, the more reasons he found for her to deny him.

The well-dressed hostess called them and lead them to their table about half an hour later, and he had trouble understanding all the fancy dishes. She ordered for him, and they had a nice conversation while waiting for the food. He took her hand over the table and they spent the whole time like this, holding hands and talking. People around them noticed how much in love they looked, and smiled while passing by their table.

One person, though, couldn't just stop by.

"Lizzie! Donald!" the man opened his arms in a welcoming manner, as it was his usual. "What a coincidence." That's what he said, but knowing Reddington as he did, Ressler just did not believe it was a coincidence. The man always knew everything. He might even know about his plans with the evening. and now, he's ruining it.

"Red" Liz was a bit uncomfortable for meeting her protector, but she stood up and gave him a hug.

"So, what are you two lovebirds up to tonight?" He sat down on the third chair next to Lizzie, and signalled to the waiter, ordering a scotch.

"Hun, we're celebrating our anniversary" Donald said, trying to emphasize the 'we do not need you here now Red get lost'. The man probably picked up his annoyance, but as this was his favourite entertainment, he just took the drink from the waiter's tray and turned back to them.

"Oh, that's incredible. You know, I once celebrated my anniversary in Venice, gorgeous night, we had dinner on a boat restaurant, and then took a gondola. The gondoleer sang love songs to us all night, until he lost his balance and we all fell into the canal. As you know those venician canals are filthy, so it's not necessary to say that it ruined the night. We had to take 5 showers to remove the smell. Never saw her again." he looked up, longingly, trying to remember the face of the girlfriend in question. "Well, anyway. Oh, I see you ordered the beuf bourguignon, what a great choice. I'll have the same, and please ask René to make it special for Reddington." of course he knew the chef.

Donald stared at him baffled that the man simply joined them for dinner even after they said they were having a romantic celebration. He looked across the table at Liz, who took a deep breath and just engaged in a conversation with him.

They ate dessert and then Red insisted in paying for the bill. Well, at least one thing after runing his plan, Donald thought.

"You kids be good tonight, alright?" he said, giving Liz a kiss on the cheek. Then, as she went to the parking lot, he held Ressler's arm, holding him back.

"It wasn't the right choice, Donald"

"What?"

"Do you really think Liz deserves a simple dinner proposal? Be more creative, for crying out loud!"

"How do you...?"

"I just gave you an enormous opportunity, Donald. don't wast it. good night" and he went the other way, leaving Ressler behind, still trying to understand.

He took Red's adviced and thought what else could he do to make this moment special. Then he remembered their first date. It was a lovely evening, so he decided it was a good choice to relive that day.

"What about we take a walk?" he suggested, offering his arm. She took it and gave him a smile.

"Sounds nice. Where to?"

"Let's just walk about."

They walked and ended up on the same place as their first date - the Lincoln Memorial. It was nice and with only a few people around. They sat on the stairs and watched the reflex of the city in the water. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he took a deep breath before starting to talk.

"Liz. I love you."

"I love you too, Don"

"You make me so happy, I never thought I could be this happy." she chuckled, and kept listening, still looking at the pool.

"Everyday I look at you and I look at our house and how far we've come, and I wonder how could I be so lucky? Is is possible for a man to have it all? Because I know I do."

"What are you getting with this, Donald?" she returned to her upright position, looking at him. He took her hands in his, and looked deeply into her eyes, smiling nervously.

"What I mean, Liz is that..." He felt the drop on his nose, and then on his neck, and then the rain started strong enough to make everybody around them run. They stood up and she ran into the memorial, where a few people where gathering, observing the rain.

Donald puffed, disappointed. Maybe it's not supposed to be tonight, he thought. She turned at him, annoyed at the noise the people were making around them, and said: "Let's go home?" He complied and they ran to the car.

Once at home, he knew his plans were ruined. She went straight to the shower and he sat on the couch, petting Hudson and waiting for his turn.

He was upset and wondered what he could do now. He had been carrying that ring for nearly a month now, and it was starting to get heavy. He took the box out of his pocket, and opened it. The diamond glistened with the light, reflecting the blue of his eyes. He smiled faintly, imagining how beautiful it would be on her finger.

She came down the stairs and he closed the box quickly, stowing it away on the couch, between the cushions. She was drying her hair with a towel, wearing a cotton short pajamas with a cute cat on the top, and little hearts all over the shorts. she had no make up on, and he thought he never saw her more beautiful than this.

He dropped to his knees, to her surprise, when she came closer to him.

"Don, what is this?" she put the towel aside and ran her fingers through her we hair, nervous. he spent a few more seconds in silence, observing her, and how much he loved her.

"I thought it was important when I do it or where or how. But the truth is, Liz, that it isn't. As long as you're there, it's special enough."

"Ress, baby..what..."she started to squint, suspecting what he was doing. He reached between the cushions and found the box, and when his hand came out holding it, she covered her mouth with her hands, in shock.

"Elizabeth Scott Keen, will you give me the honor and pleasure of being my wife?"