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This chapter is T/M due to violence and sexual innuendos. If you think this is out of character, don't complain! It will get better later. Read and review!
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Previously: This night, she couldn't sleep. For the first time in Red's bed, she lay awake all the time and drove home at 4 am. Nevertheless, she was awaiting Red's return, but what happened tomorrow would be another shock.
The next day, Liz was glad that the job kept her mind off the letters. She hadn't slept last night, instead she had been thinking all the time. About Sam, her mother, her real father, about Red and herself. She had a bad conscience and didn't know what to do when Red came back. Should she tell him? No. Should she pretend that nothing had happened? Maybe, but she was bad at lying to him, he would notice that something was wrong and then question her until she give in. Of course he wouldn't question her like a cop in an interrogation room, he was better than every cop when it came to get information.
Liz caught herself fantasizing about sex with Red in an interrogation room...she had to find a way to stop having these dreams.
xxxxx Friday evening,8 pm:
Liz was sitting at the table in the huge dining room with her back to the door. She leaned back on the chair and rested her feet on the table, two candles were burning next to the bottle of wine she was drinking. She was reading her favorite one of the fifty one letters, which described the crappy prison hospital she was born in. The prison itself was 200 years old and the hospital 100, it was a nightmare. Of course, the content of this letter was terrible, but it was the one about her birth. Somehow, Sam had gotten her birth documents. Liz suspected it had something to do with her mother's 'suicide'. She had the strong feeling that Red and Sam had killed her mother and had something to do with the fire, but she would never ask Red about it, never.
xxxxx Praque, 1 day earlier:
"Dembe, we have to fly back, she found them."
"The letters?"
"Yes. Let's finish this and then get going."
"What are you gonna do with her?"
Red glared at his friend. "What do you think?!"
Dembe breathed out soundly and shook his head. "Really?"
"Oh yes."
"You're sure about that? I mean..."
"I am sure."
"Maybe you should try to calm down before you do this, Raymond."
"I have time to calm down on the plane. But I certainly won't let her get away with this."
xxxxx Now:
Liz read the letter aloud once again, sipping the fifth glass of wine, she started to feel tipsy and the bottle was almost empty. She wasn't tired, she had gone home from work early because there was only paperwork to do after their last case. She had had a long chat with Ressler and Aram before Cooper had told them to go home. There was nothing important to do in the Post Office, everything that had to be done could wait.
She didn't know what to do at Red's house. She had reread every letter, the bottle of wine was empty by now and she was still unsure whether to tell Red what she had done or not. He would find out the truth anyway, she wasn't that good at hiding her emotions from him.
Yesterday, Liz had brought an overnight bag because she didn't want to drive home every morning. Why not bring a toothbrush and clothes for change? She didn't care what Red would say if she told him she had slept in his bed for the past two weeks. At first, she had thought it would be better if she didn't leave any evidence that she had used his house as a hotel, but by now she didn't care. She spent much time here anyway when he was there, too. A part of her wished he would like to have her in his bed and wouldn't mind to share it with her every night. In the bathroom were her toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo and everything else that he needed for staying overnight and next to the bed was a small bag with a few clothes. Her gun lay on the bedside table next to the pillow in case someone would break in and try to kill her in her sleep. It sounded crazy but Liz had learned never to trust anybody. She trusted Red and his organization, nobody else. She had noticed Red's people watching and following her to the house but she didn't care anymore. In fact, she didn't care about anything right now, the only thing that mattered were the revelations about her mother and whether or not she was going to confront Red about it.
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Liz was so focused on the letter and lost in thoughts that she didn't hear them coming in. She wasn't aware someone was standing behind her, she didn't even hear him breath. When she realized his presence, it was too late.
Someone pulled her upwards and kicked the chair away. He pulled her hair back so that her throat was exposed and then held a knife at it, breathing into her ear. The hand at her hair wandered to her shoulders and hugged her tightly from behind so that she couldn't move.
"Red! What are you doing? I thought you...OW!" Liz screamed, actually afraid now.
He had given her a small cut all over her left clavicle, it wasn't bleeding, he wouldn't do that, but it was still red and hurt like hell.
"Where's your gun, Lizzie?"
"Um..." she couldn't say anything, she was panting and tried to bring her hands to the scar he had given her, but his strong arms around her shoulders were preventing her from moving.
"Where. Is. Your. Gun?"
Liz was trying hard to catch her breath. The knife at her throat scared her to death, although she knew he would never really hurt her. She couldn't speak.
"I repeat the question. Where is it?...Elizabeth, I asked you a question."
"Red..."
"Answer me."
"I...um-"
"Do you know what? I know exactly where your gun is. Next to the pillow. In my bedroom. And do you want to know how I know this? Hm?"
Liz shivered.
"I take it you're too afraid to speak. Before I went away I put a camera in there, in case someone would...how should I put it? ...sneak in there. And guess who was that someone? Take a guess, Lizzie."
She wanted to shake her head, but he still held the knife at her throat, so she just whimpered.
"It was you, my dear. You. Don't worry, I don't mind that you were sleeping in my bed, that's ok. Well, actually, it's more than ok." Red caressed her skin with the knife slowly, teasing. He spoke into her ear in his lowest voice, it sounded dangerous, as if he would loose his temper at any moment. "But still, you have violated my privacy."
Liz wondered why he hadn't brought up the letters yet.
"Red, I'm...I'm sorry." she whispered.
"Oh...you have found your tongue again."
"Hmhm..."
Red put the knife on the desk and walked her to the wall, holding her head in both hands, one on her temple and one on the back of her head to push her forehead gently against the wall. He brushed her hair over her shoulders. She didn't dare to resist and obeyed every move he was forcing her body to do.
"Do you want to tell me what you have done during the two weeks you have used the house as a hotel and slept in my bed like a princess? I hope you had nice dreams." his tone was firmer now and she felt he was only a few moments from yelling at her.
Liz gulped, hopefully he didn't know about this dream...but how could he?
"Will you answer me? I don't like to wait, Lizzie." he growled.
"I only slept here, I swear. I went home early in the morning to get ready for work. It felt...good to sleep here. Don't ask me why." Oh no, that was a mistake, I shouldn't have said that...damn it, I'm done.
"No?" he whispered into her ear, his right middle finger stroking over her temple.
"I, um, I mean...It just felt better than sleeping at my place."
He laughed. The psychopath in him was creepy. "Oh really? Well, thanks for your honesty, but I think you forgot to tell me something, didn't you?"
His breath nuzzled her ear and her neck, driving her insane and making her even more nervous. She knew what he was referring to. The letters.
"Uh, no. I didn't. I told you everything I did here." Oh god, please don't make me say it...
"Liar." Red pushed her forehead harder against the wall gently and did something she absolutely wouldn't have expected. He licked over the back of her neck one time. Slowly. Very slowly. She pressed her hands against the wall and more than one shiver ran down her spine.
"Oh my..." she whimpered.
"What was that?" Red's tone was dangerous, it was the same tone he used before he shot someone, deadly serious and icy cold.
"Nothing."
"Oh? Another lie? Do I have to remind you that I don't like liars?" He brought the hand on her temple to her wrists and held them together tightly. She tested his grip but realized that she was helpless, he was way stronger than her and could easily beat her unconscious if he would be that kind of a man, luckily, he wasn't. He would never do such a thing to her. To everyone else, but never to her.
He dragged her on the chair he had just picked up and was standing behind her, restraining her wrists with his tie behind the chair. His hands were rough, she could tell he was angry. He didn't care if he was hurting her while he tied her up. She winced and whimpered a few times, but he enjoyed the power he had over her. He lay his hands on her shoulders from behind and pressed his lips on her ear again. For a long moment, he didn't say anything and just enjoyed the waves of panic that were coming from her. Her body language spoke volumes; she was genuinely scared, terrified. She almost jumped at the sound of his low voice, but her restrains were holding her back.
Red went around Liz and stood in front of her, but a few feet away. He smiled at her coldly and licked over his lower lip.
"So, Lizzie. How am I going to make you talk?"
"I thought you have a camera in this room. You know what I did." she replied quietly, looking down to the floor.
"LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!" he ordered.
Liz winced but rose her head. She had never heard him raise his voice at her, it was terrifying. His eyes were full of emotion, this was exactly the situation she had been afraid of.
"You're right, I saw what you did, but I want you to tell me." he said in a calmer voice.
"Why?"
He put two fingers under her chin and forced her to look at him. "Because I tell you to. You won't get away with this. And when I'm done with you, you will regret what you did. I expect your answers to be quick and precise. Understood?"
"Mh..."
"What did you say?"
"Uh...yes."
"Good girl. And now tell me what I want to know."
"Well, I...was angry because you refuse to tell me anything about my real father and I hoped you knew something about my mother, too. So I turned every room in this house upside down and-"
"You did what?!" Red was one second from yelling at her and make her cry.
"I'm sorry, Red. When I didn't find anything, I thought about looking into the drawer of the bedside table, but at first I didn't do it because actually, this is too private."
"Yes, it is indeed. Damn it, Lizzie!" he almost shouted.
"God, Red. I'm sorry!" she sobbed. He had finally made her cry. Where is my FBI training for situations like this? Usually, I'm stronger...what the hell is wrong with me, damn it? I hope we can still work together after this...incident. Liz thought.
"LIZZIE. I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE SORRY!"
That was it, Red was yelling at her like a teacher at a cheeky student. She could tell he was sorry for doing that, but right now, it was the only possible way for him to work off his aggressions.
"You have violated my trust and you need to be punished for that. Go on."
"Why are you doing this to me? You know what I did, please don't force me to say it."
Red bent down to her so that their faces were on the same level. He cupped her jaw with his hand and caressed her cheek with his thumb before placing his palm on the cheek he had just stroked so affectionately.
"Why am I doing this to you?" he whispered coldly. "You really wonder why I'm doing this?"
Liz whimpered and wanted to wipe away her tears. She wiggled her wrists in his tie but couldn't free herself.
"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHY!"
She winced when he was standing so close to her and bored his eyes into hers with a penetrating gaze. She didn't dare to lie to him, not with his palm on her cheek.
Red seemed to read her mind. "You know what, Lizzie? Right now, I want to slap you, but I would never do it because I couldn't forgive myself. It's hard to resist the temptation of teaching you a lesson but I wouldn't want to hurt your pretty face. Unlike you, I can control my feelings most times, but if you continue to be so difficult it might happen that my hand slips. Understood?"
Liz nodded and blinked a few tears away.
"And now continue to tell what you did in my bedroom."
"I f-found Sam's letters under the floor and read them." as she was talking, Liz told herself not to be so scared anymore, she could handle Red's anger at her. She wanted to tell him what an arrogant jerk he was that he even dared to yell at her.
"Do you wanna know what I think? I think you and Sam killed my mother! You somehow got into the prison and faked her suicide!"
"Liz-"
"No! I'm talking now. I also think that you have something to do with the fire and that the youth welfare stopped with its observation after I came to Sam. He had my birth documents and everything. I have no freaking idea how you two did it, but you made my real parents disappear. Am I right?"
"No. We had nothing to do with the fire and I won't tell you anything about you're mother's death." Red said firmly, still resting his hand on Liz's cheek whereas the other hand had begun to unbutton her blouse. Liz noticed his gaze at her black bra but didn't say anything, it was too dangerous.
"Why not?"
"It's too early to share this information with you."
"No, no, no. We're not doing this! It's always too early if I ask you something about my parents!"
Red's hand wandered from her cheek to the spot between her clavicles and pressed his thumb on it for exactly five seconds. Liz gasped.
"Do you really think it's clever to argue with me right now? Hm?"
"Red..."
Another attack on her throat.
"No, I'm sorry." she replied breathlessly.
"Good girl. What have you learned tonight about snooping in my house? Oh, wait. In fact, it isn't really my house. Another reason to leave locked doors locked and don't act like this is a hotel."
He stepped behind the chair and suddenly held the knife against her throat. She had almost forgotten about it. He put a hand on her forehead and forced her head back gently, but firmly and then let the knife wander up and down.
"Sweetheart, I asked you a question." he growled into her ear.
"Uh...what?" Liz was distracted, this knife was scary, but in a strange way, she liked the feeling of cold steel on her neck. It was exciting, dangerous and in a sick, twisted way even sexy.
"What have you learned about snooping in this house when I'm not here?"
"That it's forbidden and that I shouldn't look for things that don't belong to me."
"I see you have almost learned your lesson." Red traced the shapes of her bra with the knife and tickled her cleavage with it. It was unbearable, on the one hand, she was scared to death, on the other she was fighting against the ache between her legs and told her libido to go back to sleep. This wasn't the right time to wake up and be hungry. Her nipples hardened and her skin tingled, she was whimpering and didn't really know if it was fear or arousal. Maybe both. Liz wondered when he had decided that yelling at her was the wrong way. She had been intimidated and genuinely scared but what he was doing now was far more intimidating. She could tell by his breathing that he was still angry at her and that he would punish her with little psychological tricks and coldness for the next few weeks, but she could stand that. She was a trained FBI agent, for heaven's sake!
Red traced the knife one last time over the curve of her breasts, bit her earlobe gently and said in a husky voice: "Lizzie, you have no idea how long I wanted to play with a knife on your sensitive skin. I'm going to untie you now and then I want you to leave. We'll see each other Monday at work. Don't call me, I need a break from you."
Liz was shocked, this was the last she had expected. "But you already had a break from me for two weeks!"
He untied her and dragged her through the hall towards the door. She resisted and struggled against his grip on her arm, but found herself standing at the door after a few seconds. Red was cold as ice.
"Go. Leave."
"But my bag and my..."
"Get a new one."
He opened the door, it was cold outside and she was only wearing socks, a jeans and an unbuttoned blouse. He tossed her the car keys.
"Get out."
Red slammed the door behind her and let her standing in the rain. He had really kicked her out, Liz was speechless. This night, knives and chairs with shackles ghosted through her dreams. She knew she was sick.
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TBC
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