Ressler woke up to find that his head was pounding, he was soaked to the bone, sunlight was beating down on him, and something or someone was messing with his pockets. He opened his eyes blearily to see that Reddington had one hand shoved in his pocket. The other, due to handcuffs, had to hover perilously close to Ressler's crotch.

"What are you doing?" Ressler asked causing Reddington to stare down at him with wide eyes. He glanced down at his hands before looking back at Ressler.

"I swear, I'm only looking for keys." He stated. He'd prefer the agent to not think that he'd been trying to cope a feel while he had been unconscious.

"Get off." Ressler said shoving the man away from him. He leaned forward and placed his head in his hands. Every inch of him ached. He rubbed his head and could feel the slight sunburn that had started to form. He stood and wobbled slightly as his legs tried to give out on him. He shoved his hands in his pockets and felt nothing in them.

"Those keys you were looking for," Ressler said looking to the criminal. "They're long gone. They must have gotten swept away in the current." He added and saw the tick in Red's face. "If we want to get out of here, we're going to have walk back up alongside the river."

Reddington stood and glared at the other man. Ressler actually thought that he was going to comply with the agent when they both knew that his pistol had been pulled away with his keys. He moved over to Ressler while he was still looking at the water in contemplation. Reddington stretched out the chain on his handcuffs to where they fit over Ressler's throat.

He shoved the man back to where he was pinned to a tree. Ressler gasped for air and clawed at Reddington's hands as the chain dug into his neck. Realizing that wouldn't get the man off of him, he started swinging punches wildly towards Reddington's head. Most missed by a mile but one shot clocked the older man in the temple.

"Son of a bitch!" Ressler yelled as he flung himself at the criminal. He had him pinned to the ground before he had time to get away. He placed his weight on Reddington's stomach while he held his hands over his head. "You know, I don't have to take you back alive?"

"And what kind of fame would you get from bringing me back dead? Your success would be marred by everyone's thought of how you missed the opportunity to get information out of me, Agent Ressler." Reddington stated calmly. He smirked at the confused look on the younger man's face.

"How do you know my name?" He asked causing Raymond to chuckle.

"Oh Ressler, you crack me up. You honestly think that I'm not going to pay attention to the man who's been chasing me for the past two years?" He said with another chuckle before his expression turned completely serious. "I know everything there is to know about you."

A chill went down Ressler's spine. He stood and dragged Reddington with him. He wouldn't just sit there and listen to this man trying to psych him out. That's what he had to be doing, right? He couldn't actual know everything about him.

"We need to get going." Ressler stated and dragged the criminal along behind him. He could feel the glare on the back on his neck as they walked along the rocky bank of the river. He glanced at the water and furrowed his brow. "How does it get that brown?" He asked himself but Reddington could hear his question.

"Contaminants," Reddington stated getting a look from Donald. "I'm sure there's oil, fertilizer, and a few God awful things that we'd prefer not to know about." He added. Suddenly Ressler felt like he needed a long shower. He was still drenched in that water and didn't know what was on him.

"Why would they let the water get this bad?" Ressler asked. He lost his footing on one of the rocks but caught himself.

"Easy, Agent Ressler. You wouldn't want to fall back in there, would you?" Reddington asked in a mocking tone. "I suppose you have trouble with banana peels as well?"

"Smart ass,"

"Always. Anyway, to answer your question, they didn't let it get like this." He said and watched the moving water as they walked along. "They made it like this."

"Who the hell would want to do this?" Ressler asked and Reddington came to a halt. Ressler stopped and looked back at him. "What ar-,"

"Ssshhh," Reddington listened for a moment. "Someone's coming. Get behind some of those trees."

"I don't hear-,"

"Move!" Reddington ordered with a glare. He pulled Ressler towards the trees until the agent complied. It wasn't like Raymond was trying to get away. What would be the harm in it? The two hid behind two trees and watched as a pick up truck pulled up along the other side of the river.

"Why don't we ask them for help?" Donald asked and Reddington looked at him like he was crazy. "Don't tell the great Raymond Red Reddington is a pussy." He said and started to step out. Reddington flung his arms up and over Ressler before pulling him back into hiding. "Let go!" Ressler hissed.

"Shut up and watch." Reddington stated and Ressler rolled his eyes. He and Reddington looked back over and saw two men get out. They uncovered the bed of the truck and started pulling out large black garbage bags.

"They're... Littering?" Donald asked and Red's eye twitched.

"Ressler, I'm starting to believe that you're just a deranged boy scout." Reddington stated as the garbage bags were tossed into the water.

"This bastard is heavy." Grunted one of the men as he got out another bag. He tossed it into the water.

"That was the last one. Let's get out of here before someone sees us." Said the other before they got back in. Reddington waited until he couldn't hear the truck before he let go of Donald.

"People like that are why this river is so clouded over. This town is filled with murderers, and they're all trying to keep it hidden. That's why if anyone shows up, we don't follow them."

"Why should I believe you?" Ressler asked crossing his arms.

"Would you rather believe me and live, or not believe me and end up like them?" Reddington replied and gestured towards the water.