It was really cold outside. It was mid-january, and the snow was coming down. He arrived at home and heard the music coming loud from the kitchen, and felt warm already. He took off his coat, gloves and scarf and followed the music, stopping at the door to observe her as she jumped and danced around with the tune.

"We were close never close enough

Baby are we now

'Cause if it's torn we can stitch it up

Don't rule it out

Oh no no I'll come around"

As the song progressed to the chorus she turned around and saw him standing there. She stopped and smiled at him, and then kept singing, pointing at him.

"If you ever want to be in love

I'm not waiting, but I'm willing if you call me up

If you ever want to be in love

I'll come around"

He approached her, taking her hand and pulling her close. They both laugh as their bodies collided, then danced together to the rhythm of the song. It ended soon after, and a slow one started. they slowed down, eye to eye, swaying together side to side.

"Hey!" she said, and put a kiss on his lips.

"So you're having fun, hun?" He scorned. She had been released earlier as they had a pretty slow day today, but he had to stay behind to finish up some paperwork about the Cabal case.

"I cooked!" she said, happy, but he frowned, as he knew she wasn't the best cook in the world."Eliza came over and gave me some tips" she said, slapping him on the forehead. they were still swaying to the song, and in a sudden movement he turned her around and kissed her.

"Can't wait. It smells delicious. What is it?"

"stroganoff. it isn't too difficult, I guess I can make it my specialty." He smiled as she left him to go back to the stove. She was checking on the pans and then took a sip from a wine glass. His face went dark immediately.

"Liz, are you drinking wine?"

She turned, confused, but then understood and smiled. "Of course not, silly. It's grape juice. I just put it in this glass because I wanted the feeling. I kinda miss it."

He sighed relieved. "How's our boy?" she hummed.

"What if it's a girl?"

"Okay, then? How is he/she?" he rolled his eyes and then put his hands over her belly as she approached.

"Fine. I didn't feel sick today, I think we're getting past that, which is good. I miss good food." she put her hands around his neck, and then sat on his lap.

"That's good." he was still caressing her belly, marvelled with the idea that there was someone growing inside it. She sat in silence, shaking her head to the sound of the music, and he thought that it couldn't get any better than that.

"Uh...Liz, honey? Something's burning" It really wasn't, but she was so deep into the song that she forgot she was cooking, and he decided to mess with her.

"wha? Oh, no!" she jumped out of her moment and went startled to the pans, and after checking it was all alright, threw a towel at him.

"Very funny, Donald" she said, as he laughed.

Their happy moment was interrupted by the doorbell. He stood up, threw her back the towel and went to the door.

What he saw when he opened was completely unexpected.

"Hey, Donnie" Tom said, winking at Don, who was completely shocked. "Can I come in?"

It had been more than a year after the last time they saw Tom, or even heard of him. Ressler gave way for him to step into the house as Liz came from the kitchen.

"Tom? What...what are you doing here?"

"Hey Liz. You look beautiful!" he commented, eyes gazing at her.

"Start talking, Keen."

Tom turned slowly to look at Ressler, who had assumed his FBI position, hands on his hips and serious look. Tom decided to play with that defensive a little.

"Wow, it smells good in here."

"I'm cooking" Liz smiled. She wasn't helping, Don thought.

"No way! you? really?"

"Stop it! We have a great neighbor and she is teaching me some recipes."

"Wow! talk about a miracle worker!" they were playing with each other, and that annoyed Ressler more than usual.

"Hey! I'm sure you're not here to remember the old times. Either you start talking or you're out of here" he screamed, and both of them looked at each other, feeling guilty.

"I'm being chased."

"Tell me something new!"

"Hey! I've been living a nice regular and legal life in New Mexico, ok? But I learned that there's a reward for my head."

Ressler frowned. "Why would someone want your head?" he asked, thinking that he could be a good suspect.

"Well, it's a long story."

"So you know who it is, Tom?" Liz asked, actually worried.

"Yes. When you were on the run, I had to find Karakurt and my channel to get to him was this rich playboy called Asher Sutton. Asher was involved with the Russians, he was fighting illegal boxing. He got in trouble after a fight and I helped him, so I gained his and his fianceé's trust. They took me to the Russians, but they got us first, and made us fight." He looked down, and Liz already knew what was going on. "I was forced to kill him."

Ressler chuckled. "Forced? Or did you kill him because he wasn't of any use anymore and then you needed to prove your worth?"

Tom approached him really close, in a menacing position. "I was forced. I didn't want to kill him, I actually liked the guy. Yes, I had to survive that mess so I could get to Karakurt. and there was no other deal."

"Now his fianceé wants revenge." Liz guessed right, as he nodded.

"Yes. Gwen. Quite a girl, she is" he opened a smile, clearly thinking about her. "She didn't like me from the start, but she gave me her trust as I promised to keep him alive. and I didn't. somehow I deserve what she's doing. But I really don't want to die."

"What do we have to do with it?" Ressler asked.

"Well, I can't just go to the police for protection, can I? So I took a chance, maybe you can help me find her. After that I'll handle her."

"What are you going to do, Tom?" Liz looked worried.

"No, I won't kill her, if that's what you're thinking. I'll talk to her. She's hurt. I need to say that I had no other way, and I did my best to keep him safe."

"and she'll cancel the bond?"

"Or she will kill me herself. Good chance to try your luck, Don."

Ressler grunted, and then thought about it. It would be actually interesting to know what was going on in Karakurt's life before he decided to confess, and what Tom had done to help Liz. "Ok, come by tomorrow morning and I'll take the case to the task-force"

"Great. thanks. so, can I get some of this wonderful dinner?" Ressler and Liz looked at each other, and knew that they wouldn't get rid of him so soon.

They sat on the table, and as she brought the food, Tom noticed the diamond on her finger.

"Nice rock you got there, Liz." She looked at it, then smiled and looked at Donald.

"Oh, it is, isn't it?"

"Good choice, Donald" he said, nodding to Ressler with a respectful look. "So when's the wedding?"

"Oh, we haven't decided yet. Maybe after..." She stopped, not knowing if it was a good thing to tell Tom.

"After? after what?" He asked, absentminded, as he served his plate with rice and meat.

"After the baby comes" she said, her voice low. Tom stopped and stood up, going straight to hug her.

"That's great, Liz. You'll finally get your dream. You deserve it!" and he placed a kiss on her cheek. Then came back to his seat and started eating.

"Oh, hey! that's delicious!" Ress and Liz looked at each other and understood that that was probably the craziest story they would ever tell their kids, even worse than living with uncle Reddington.

After Tom left, they sat on the couch, radio on, lights off, and snuggled together to relax. She had her wine glass with grape juice as he drank a beer.

"Are you really going to help him?" She asked, placing her head on the crook oh his neck as he took another sip of his beer.

"Yeah, well. It seems an interesting lead to find out more about the case of Karakurt, and besides, seeing Tom being threatened by a grieving woman, why would I miss that?" she chuckled.

They stayed in silence, listening to the songs go by and the night grow darker. She was nearly falling asleep as she called him again.

"As he said, I'm finally getting my dream. And I'm glad I'm getting it with you." he smiled, and then stood up and took her up on his arms, taking her to their bedroom.

Once there, he placed her carefully on their bed and then gave her a passionate kiss.

"We should get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day. We'll have Tom."

She smiled, and kissed him again, pulling him close so he would lie beside her.

A/N - So I thought about this chapter for a looooong time and I've decided to bring Tom back for 2 reasons: I would like to see the end of it on the show, like having Gwen back reacting to the fact that he killed Asher; 2 - I think this story needs some angst (nothing too strong, mind you.) So I might continue with this next chapter unless you hate it too much xD

Thanks again for reading!