A/N: I totally wanted this to happen in the Stewmaker...
Letters From the Sky by Civil Twilight
9. Vulnerable
He finds her on his own in less than two hours. Naturally he calls the boys with the guns to help get her out.
"There she is," Ressler breaths as they catch sight of Lizzie stumbling towards them looking worse for wear. The blanket the paramedics carelessly threw on her hangs limply over her slender body. Her hair is a tangled mess and there's blood drying on her face.
Red feels his heart clench tightly. He meets her half way down the sloping hill.
"What did he do to you?" He immediately asks as he takes her arms leaving the other agent to make himself useful elsewhere.
Elizabeth shakes her head. "Beat me around a bit. Not much," she replies in a wavering voice which she tries to keep neutral.
Red touches the blood at the corner of her lips and she flinches away. His eye twitches.
"He hurt you," he mutters darkly. Out of the corner of his eyes he can see the paramedics pushing a gurney over the dead leaves. "That's him no doubt."
They both watch in silence as the body and paramedic disappear behind some trees. A surge of anger rushes through him at the sight. Red glances over Elizabeth's shoulder towards Ressler who is busy talking to some other agents barking orders at them. Seeing his chance he leads Elizabeth away from them towards Dembe and the car.
"Where are we going?" Elizabeth shoots him a puzzled look.
"For once, Lizzie just go with it. You'll find that not all of my escapades are as terrible as they seem."
"You ended up in hand cuffs the last two times," Elizabeth retorts.
He swings the car door open for her. "Touché."
With a withering look she glances towards Ressler one last time before reluctantly getting in.