"She's finally asleep" Liz comes into the living room, looking exhausted. Olive was about to turn 1, and it was impossible to control her. She touches everything and puts everything into her tiny mouth, and crawls faster than a bullet.

Donald passes her a glass of wine, and she gladly sits besides her husband, takes a sip and rests her head on his shoulder.

"Last time we had some time for us was in our honeymoon" she remembers, and he chuckles, putting his arm around her and gently caressing the side of her body. "how did time go by so fast?"

"It's been only 4 months, Liz."

"I know, but, wow, 4 months! First, our honeymoon gets interrupted and then 4 months go by that we just rush around, barely see our daughter, or each other."

"Well, it's the Cabal."

Right after their wedding, they went to California for their honeymoon, but two days later they are rushed back into the post office because of the Cabal. Solomon breaks out of prison and it's clear that it was Laurel Hitchin's doing, and right after there's a terrorist attack linked to the Cabal. 4 months go by, and they are not even close to getting them.

"Are we on a rut?" she cries out, and he nearly chokes on his wine.

"Liz? what are you saying? We're not on a rut, we're FBI agents. This is the opposite of on a rut!"

She growls "I guess I'm just tired. The Cabal, Hitchin, Solomon, all this, I just want it to end." she rolls around to kneel on the sofa, next to him. "Let's just run away"

"This would solve everything, wouldn't it, babe?" He laughs as she starts to kiss him in the neck, trying to seduce him into the idea. He puts his glass on the coffee table to give her his full attention.

"Ugh, why are you such a boyscout? Why did I marry you again?"

"Because you love me." She snorts and climbs onto his lap, moving her lips from his neck to his cheek until she gets to his mouth, and he pulls her down on a hot and passionate kiss. It all escalates quickly as he lies her down on the sofa, gently lying on top of her while exploring under her shirt. As he slowly goes down, kissing her neck and going to her chest, she starts to laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" he looks at her confused.

"I'm just thinking. What will interrupt us this time? Olive? a call from the office? the Cabal invading our home?" he rolls his eyes and sits up on the couch, upset.

"No! no, no, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." she can't stop laughing, as she sits next to him and begins to pull him to her again.

Just as he begins to surrender to her kisses again, they hear the loud crying of their baby. They stop immediately.

"I'll go check on her" she stands up, and he just observes as she goes up the stairs. For a moment, he stops to think about her words. She doesn't want to run, it's just her tiredness talking. He has to admit, though, that he has thought of it himself. The fight against Laurel Hitchin has become annoying and impossible. Without proof, they can't take her down from her post at the white house, and she is constantly challenging them, it seems. It feels like Red knows more than he's been telling them, and he fears she might do something against him, as he is the one with something to accuse her of the death of Reven Wright.

He slowly enters the nursery, and smiles. Liz is holding Olive, swaying to the rhythm of the lullaby playing from the doll. He gently places his hands on her shoulders, trying not to startle her. She rests her head back on his chest, and he places a kiss on her head.

"I love this" he whispers, seeing that Olive was sleeping again on her mother's arms. Liz slowly puts the baby back into the crib, and then turns around, arms around him.

"I love you" he says, and kisses her gently on the lips. There is nothing he wouldn't do to protect that, his family. Running away was not the answer.

They observe as Olive squirms and makes cute noises in her sleep. As he is focusing on their baby, Liz holds his face gently on her palm and kisses him on the cheek.

"I love you so much. I'm sorry," she says. She's been incredibly annoyed with all that has been happened, and somehow the old excited on the run wild Liz returned. She didn't like that Liz. It wasn't the woman she wanted to be for him.

He turns his attention to her, giving her a kiss that makes her insides turn into mush. It was incredible how easily he could do that. They walk together out of Olive's room and into theirs, and as soon as the door closes, they fall into each other's arms.

They are woken up early in the morning by his cellphone vibrating on the nightstand. He picks it up and sees that it is a message from Reddington.

"What is it?" she asks, drowsy.

"Reddington. He want to talk to me before I go to work." her eyes jerk open in surprise.

"What does he want?"

"I don't know," he moves to leave the bed, but she holds his arm and pulls him back.

"Be careful, Donald." she pleads, and he places a gentle kiss on her lips.

"I'll be fine, Liz."

"I know Reddington. If he wants to talk to you out of the post office, is that there's something involving you that he doesn't want the FBI to know. It can only be bad news. Please"

"Ok. I'll call you right after I see him, ok?"

"You'd better!" and she pulls him down for a deep kiss before he leaves the bed.

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Meeting Red in his house always feels like walking into a lion's den. It was incredible how Red never lost his threatening pose even after all these years of working together and saving each other's lives. He likes to keep his reputation, even with people he clearly cares about.

"You called?" Donald asks, looking Red in the eyes as the man eats his breakfast.

"Donald! Sit down, have some eggs." He sits, but only pours himself some coffee. The criminal shruggs and goes back to his eggs benedict.

"Do you have anything to tell me or you just called me here to watch you eat?" Red chuckles. He admires so much Donald's snarky comments and impatience. It reminds him a lot of himself.

"I called you here to warn you, Donald. I guess this may sound as a surprise to you, or not, I don't know, but I have infiltrated the Cabal after Peter's demisse." Donald raises an eybrow, surprised but not really. "This way I have been able to observe Laurel's movements up close and also get inside the mind of those above her in the ranks. Not important for you to know about them now" he dismissed as Donald seemed to tell him off for not telling this to the FBI. "What is important, though, is that she has been quite obsessed with something lately and it took me sometime to understand what it was, until she told me one name. Tommy Markin"

He immediately stops and looks at Red, who understands the connection. "Apparently Reven Wright said this name to her before dying, and this is how you found out about her connection to the Cabal, wasn't it?"

"You know about Tommy Markin?" he asks, curious as Red seems to know everything, but the man responsible for his father's death? How could he know?

"My knowledge of Tommy Markin and what he did with his father might go beyond what you consider acceptable, Donald, but it's time. She is obsessed and that may lead directly to you, Liz, and baby Olive. We need to work on this, now."

Ok, how about I turn this one back on, hun? I've been thinking about writing this whole Tommy Markin thing and putting it here allows me to have this story with established Keenler. Also, I miss writing these two dorks and their baby girl. please review!