"So, why do you want to help me?" Donald asked looking at the black haired woman sitting across the table from him. She gave him one of her innocent smiles and tugged lightly at the bottom of one of her gloves. "After all, it's not often that someone offers to help arrest their father."

"Daddy's been at this for too long. I don't want him to get himself killed. You can understand that, right?" Lisa replied, batting her eyelashes at him. Was she trying to flirt with him? He had to admit, she had pretty eyes. That thought made him sick when he realized they were the same shade of green as Reddington's.

"What did you have planned?" He said trying to shake that last thought out of his head.

"It's simple. I'll slip something in his drink to knock him out. Then, I'll call you to come in and get him." She explained as she took a sip of her soda.

"You think you're gonna slip something past Raymond Reddington?" Donald asked raising his eyebrows, and Lisa rolled her eyes.

"Would you expect your long lost daughter to be trying to turn you in?" She questioned.

"...Okay, you have a point." He replied causing her to chuckle. "Now, we just have to find him. That's usually the hard part."

"Agent Ressler, I already know where he is."

"Then, what the hell do you need me for?" He asked furrowing his brow. With her being Reddington's daughter, he was going to have to keep an eye on her.

"I can't exactly make the arrest myself." Lisa answered with a condescending laugh that finally made Donald believe that she and the criminal truly were related.

"One last question," Donald stated. "What's with the gloves?"

"I'm a bit of a germaphobe." She answered but Donald didn't quite believe her.

"You get ten minutes. If you aren't out by then, I'm coming in anyway." Donald stated glancing at Lisa who was sitting in the car seat next to him. She smiled at him and batted her eyelashes again.

"Deal," she said and held her hand out. Donald looked at it for a moment before shaking it. She opened her car door and slid out. Ressler watched her walk to the front door of an old building. It was a nice building but definetley old. He glanced at his watch and sighed.

Lisa knocked on the door before opening it when she heard someone called for her to enter. She walked inside and saw the criminal sipping on a glass of wine. He looked up at her with a curious smile.

"You're not who I was expecting." He stated taking another sip of his drink. Apparently, Lisa had interrupted business. "You haven't left yet. So, I take it you meant to come here?" He asked raising an eyebrow. Honestly, she didn't know if she should feel happy or outraged.

"I'm a little shocked you haven't recognized me." Lisa stated, taking the seat across from his. His smile fell and his brow furrowed. "It's me." She added. "Lisa."

"What?" Red asked sitting up straighter. His eyes had widened with shock. She had to be lying. Needless to say, he was flabbergasted by the turn of events. "But how? I thought that you were-"

"Well, I'm not." Lisa stated before she glanced at his glass. "You're out of wine." She said and stood up. "Let me get you some more." She added watching as his eyes followed her. She gave him her usual smile as she walked to what she guessed was the kitchen.

Red couldn't quite get his thoughts straight. How could his daughter be here? Why was she here? How long did he have with her?

"S-So, how have you been?" He finally asked looking over the back of his chair even though he couldn't see her because of the wall.

"Couldn't be better," Lisa replied as she pulled a small vile out of her pocket. She emptied the liquid into the wine glass. "I'm working as a writer now." She lied and heard him chuckle.

"That doesn't surprise me. You were always making up stories when you were little." Red called back. Lisa rolled her eyes. She could practically hear his smile. Looking at where Ressler had touched her glove in the handshake, she could see a full fingerprint. She rolled the small vile over it, creating a neat replica of the print on the glass.

"Where are you staying?" Red asked. If his little girl was back, he wanted to spend as much time as possible with her.

"I live on the other side of the city." Lisa answered as she poured wine in the glass. She twirled the wine to make sure it mixed with the liquid from the vile. "You should drop by sometime. The view is great." She added as she walked back inside.

"I'll be sure to." He said before beaming at her. He took a sip of his wine causing Lisa to smirk. It wouldn't be long now.

Outside, Ressler had pulled out his phone. He was searching for anything he could find on 'Lisa Reddington'. So far he'd found nothing. No social media or anything. Then, he came across an old photo. Lisa couldn't have been more than ten years old in the picture, but it was her.

Donald clicked on the link and furrowed his brow. That was the only photo on the entire page. Scrolling down a little farther he said, "What the hell?" Current status was labeled as 'deceased'.

Red took another sip of his drink, not yet feeling the effects of what was slipped in it. Lisa glanced at her watch. It should only be a few more seconds. Her eyes turned dark when Red looked at his hand strangely. It had started quivering slightly before completely going out of control causing him to drop the glass.

"You should have expected this." Lisa commented as Red felt his stomach twist. He needed to vomit. His whole body shook as he doubles over, making a gagging noise in the back of his throat. His face paled as he started going into dry heaves and falling onto the floor.

Lisa got up and pulled a phone out of her pocket. She dialed quickly before putting the phone to her ear. Red pushed himself up onto his knees just before he vomited on the floor. His vision blurred as he started to sweat and pant. What the hell had she given him?

"The job is nearly done." She stated causing Red's gaze to shift slowly to her. She had picked up his music box and was heading to the back door. "I've got the box, Reddington is dying, and the agent will take the blame. I'll be at the meeting location in just a few minutes."

The door closed, and Lisa was gone. Raymond tried to push himself up but found that his strength was gone. All he could do was stay there and vomit. His vision faded completely after he saw flecks of red in the puke. Then, he felt his arms collapse under him.

He didn't know how long it was before he regained consciousness. He wasn't sure how he survived the poisoning. Well, he wasn't even sure if he had survived it. For all he knew, he could have died.

"You awake?" He heard someone ask. With a good deal of effort, he cracked his eyelids open enough to make out the figure sitting in a chair beside him.

"Donald?" Red asked groggily. Ressler nodded and gave him a small smile that he would have never expected from him.

"How're you doing, Uncle Frank?" Donald asked causing Red to furrow his brow. Uncle Frank? There was something seriously wrong here.

"I guess that answers my first question." Red stated closing his eyes. "I died and went to Hell."