Lisa hurried towards the meeting location with the music box under her arm. Just a little farther and she'd be done with her mission. Nothing was ever that simple though. As she passed an alleyway, someone leaped out swinging a brick towards her head. She moved back out of reflex, pulling out a revolver and firing in the process.

Looking down at the person she'd just shot, Lisa saw that the attacker had been a teenage boy. He had a rough appearance with stuble and ratty clothing. He was probably homeless and had been looking for a way to make ends meet. She almost felt sorry for killing him but only almost. She yelped when something struck her in the back of the head.

Standing over her was another teenager. This one was a girl, Jade, with half of her head shaved off while the other half held long black hair. Unlike the boy, she had succeeded in knocking Lisa out. Her dark brown eyes shifted to the boy and seemed to darken with anger. Jade picked up the revolver and aimed at Lisa's head. No one messed with her friends.

She pulled the hammer back and was about to pull the trigger. She only stopped because of the sound of people up ahead. If she fired, the sound would alert them. Then, she'd be blamed for both deaths. Quickly, Jade pocketed the gun before grabbing the music box and Lisa's purse. Then, she ran off, casting one more look back at her fallen friend and vowing to avenge him.

Red just laid there staring at Donald debating if he should be grateful or not. Sure, he was alive, but what was the cost? Plus, he felt like shit. His stomach felt oddly empty and upset while his throat was irritated. What had happened while he was out? And why the hell did Donald call him, 'Uncle Frank'.

"You're lucky I got you to the hospital on time." Donald stated and Reddington raised an eyebrow. He lifted his head and glanced around. The whiteness of the room was almost blinding on his still tired eyes but true to Donald's word, they were in a hospital. That explained how he was alive.

"Why?" Red asked as he laid his head back down on the pillow. He really did feel terrible. Donald gave a fake laugh.

"Because you're my favorite uncle." He stated before leaning in and whispering to where no one but Red would be able to hear. "You're gonna help me find the woman who poisoned you."

"And if I don't?"

"I'll arrest you." Ressler replied. He was shocked when Red let out a loud belly laugh. This had obviously been a bad idea because he took on a pained expression before putting a hand to his stomach to calm it. "What about that is funny?"

"That a punk like you would use blackmailing. It seems you can teach a stupid agent new tricks." Red replied getting a glare from the younger man. "There's a flaw in your plan. If you arrest me now, you'll have to inform the police that you brought in a dangerous criminal and passed him off as your uncle." At this, Donald grimaced. Maybe he hadn't thought this through.

"...But I,"

"Relax, Agent Ressler. I'll still help you find her." Red stated getting an owlish expression in response.

"You will?"

"Of course. That bitch stole my music box."

"Never mind that she tried to kill you." Donald said sarcastically and Red waved him off.

"People trying to kill me is old news." He stated. "Now, I would like to know what happened while I was out." He added and Ressler gave an uninterested shrug.

"Not much. I had to drag you here, and then, they pumped your stomach." Donald replied looking away from him. "They also mentioned that they needed to keep you here a week." He added quietly. Red's gaze snapped to him.

"What?" Reddington nearly yelled. He couldn't be held up in this bed for that long. He'd go stir crazy.

"It's only because they don't know what it was that Lisa gave you. They just want to make sure you don't die from an after affect." Donald tried to reason. "Surely you can act like sixty three year old Frank Ressler for that long."

"Sixty three?" Red stammered before glaring and sneering at Ressler. "I'm only fifty one, you asshole."