"They are headed to the lobby" said Samar on the earcomms, and then she eyed the team, each at one side of the large hotel bar. Ressler was sitting on the counter, sipping on a glass of water, while Liz sat charmingly on the armchairs across the room. It was a five star hotel, so they were all dressed up for the job, which for now was simply surveillance to confirm suspicions of the money laundry scheme, which could be connected to the Cabal.

"Tomorrow, they just confirmed," Samar affirmed as she stood up from her table, hiding the mic she was using to listen to the conversation inside her clutch bag. She smiled seductively to the suspect and grazed a finger on the diamond pendant of her necklace as he walked pass her, and he nodded, acknowledging her as a sexy woman on a bar. Luckily, he was too busy to stop and make a move on her.

"Did you get it, Aram?" She whispered, asking about the photo she had just taken on her false diamond/hidden camera necklace.

"Got it! I'll send you guys the information soon." Replied the tech agent, "that's it, guys. You're off he hook for now. Enjoy Atlantic city."

They were going to spend the night at the hotel to hold their covers and then tomorrow they would make the move. For now, it was just another night.

"Good! I'm exhausted! This dress is killing me," Samar was wearing a sequin blue dress and heels.

"You look great, babe," Aram said over the comms, and all of them laughed.

"Oh, I knew this dress choice had to do with you!" She scorned him, and then Aram changed the frequency channel so that he could speak to Samar alone. Ressler took this as permission to remove his earpiece and loosen his tie. He only smirked as he felt someone sitting by his side and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Hi!" She said, seductively. He looked at her with the corner of his eye. She was wearing a burgundy long dress with an opening on the side that revealed her legs as she crossed them, pressing the heel of her shoe gently on his calf. "How are you, handsome?"

He couldn't avoid giggling at her act, turning to see that she was serious on it, licking her lips and basically devouring him with her eyes.

"What are you doing here? Business or pleasure?" Her feet moved up and down on his leg, while her finger twirled a lock of strain hair on her head. Her short brown hair was up, held tightly with a sparkly pin. He moved to face her, placing a hand on the back of her stool.

"Isn't life a little bit of both?" He said, causing her to giggle. She bit her lip to avoid laughing as she leaned forward to come closer to him.

"What do you do?"

"I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you," he teased, placing a hand on her knee. Liz looked down at his hand, his thumb now making small circles over her bone. She moved her foot further up his calf, grazing her leg on it.

"Mysterious. I like it. Won't you pay me a drink, ?"

He lifted a finger, calling for the bartender, who was clearly watching their exchange, and probably thinking they were two strangers flirting. Ressler chuckled at the idea, considering his luck. Not every man could say that they have this kind of interaction with their wives.

"Whisky, and a gin and tonic for the lady," she smiled at the waiter, who glanced at Ressler and started to prepare the drinks. She couldn't help it, and laughed out loud. He moved a hand to her back and grazed it gently.

The bartender placed their drinks in front of them and stepped aside, allowing them to return to their banter.

"I'll be leaving tomorrow," he said, taking a sip of his whisky. "My business in Atlantic city are short."

"We don't have much time, then," she sipped from her glass and then took her clutchbag from the counter, opened it and took her keycard from it. Without taking her eyes from him, she stood up on her heels and went around him, placing the card on the counter and whispering in his ear as she moved her hand from the card to his chest, grazing her fingers on his neck, making him shiver.

"Hurry!"

She then walked seductively towards the door, and Ressler looked up at the bartender, who had a sly smile on his face, and gave him a thumbs up. He laughed at the man, gulped his whisky and then moved out of his stool to follow Liz.

He met her waiting by the elevators, fiddling with her purse and laughing by herself. He approached her from behind and placed a hand on her hip, as she leaned backwards to rest her head on his chest. He whispered in her ear.

"The bartender will have a story to tell for weeks," she laughed. "But that woman there by the door, if eyes could kill! I guess she noticed my wedding band."

Liz turned around slowly to see a middle aged woman eyeing them with despise, and laughed out loud.

"Well, she's right! How dare you do this to your poor, innocent wife?"

"My wife is anything but innocent, m'am."

The elevator doors opened, and Liz turned around, opened a smiled and grabbed him by his tie, pulling him towards her while going into the box, not without glancing at the disapproving woman. She was still looking at them.

Inside the elevator, the roleplaying was over as he pinned her against the back wall and gave her a hot and passionate kiss.

"That was...woof," she said, grunting as he kissed her jaw and neck, and she pulled him even closer to her, hands on his neck.

"I'm not done with you yet," he moved his hand down her legs, touching her thigh through the opening on her dress. She folded her leg up beside him, and he held it up, grabbing her tightly.

"You'd better not be," their eyes met, and within the heat of the moment, a glimpse of tenderness only passionate lovers have softened it. They smiled.

"I love you," he said, breathing out.

"I love you," she replied and gave him a quick kiss on the lips as the elevator doors opened on their floor. They untangled themselves and walked towards their room.

He used her key card, which was in his pocket, and opened the door. As soon as the door was closed, they were back at it. He pulled her up and carried her towards the bed, gently laying her on the white sheets.

His hand slid on her back, opening the zipper of her dress, while the other hand removed it from her shoulders. He kissed her from neck to belly button, sliding the dress off her in the process.

"And people say the fun is over once you're married and have kids," she laughed as he moved up and captured her lips on his, a kiss so hot and intense that made her shiver and lose her mind.

A few hours later, laying on the bed with the radio on, playing old tunes in the middle of the night, they rested in silence, enjoying each other's company. It all seemed calm, but when Liz started to tap his chest nervously, he knew something was bothering her.

"She is fine, Liz," he laughed, knowing that she was concerned about Olive.

"I just miss her, that's all," she confessed. More and more, Liz contemplated the idea of quitting the bureau to stay with her baby girl. Specially after they decided to have another child after the whole Cabal investigation was over, she started to imagine her life without the danger of being an agent, but a full-time mom instead.

"You're such a mom," he kissed the top of her head and pressed his arm tigher around her shoulders. She responded by placing a kiss on the crook of his neck.

"What would you say if I became just that?" she tried, bitting her nails, nervously.

"What do you mean?" he frowned, looking at the ceiling.

"Remember we decided to have another child after this is all over. What if I quit, too?" she moved around and raised her head, supporting herself on her elbows. their eyes met, and as always, said more than words could ever say. He saw that she meant it, she wanted to quit the FBI and be a mother, which he knew was her dream. He couldn't blame her for wanting that, he loved her even more. If it were for him, he wouldn't mind. But her presence in the task force was for a much bigger reason.

"What about Red? Do you think he would continue the task force if you quit?" He asked, and she took a deep breath. She knew this question would be his first, as it was the one roaming around her head ever since the idea came to her.

"I don't know. I'd have to talk to him. I mean, I understood his demands in the beginning, but now? He talks to everybody, Samar is there placed by him, we all know. Why would he care so much to have me there? I'd be safe, even, if I stayed home. If that's what he worries about..."

"I agree, Liz, but you know him, he's unpredictable. We have to talk carefully to him and Cooper before making any decision. Besides, you wouldn't quit before we finish with the Cabal, would you?"

She shook her head. "no. Specially because I would never feel safe with them still active around me and my family. This has to end, Donald."

He smiled at her, and then tuck her hair behind her ear before pulling her face closer for a kiss. Then she rested her head on his chest, hugging him tightly as sleep came to her.