Hooked on a Feeling by Blue Suede
Time of the Season by Phillip Phillips
44. At Every Opportunity
Red was sprawled across Ressler's chair with his shoes on top of the man's desk. He'd been close to swiping all of the clutter into the wastebasket just to irritate him; one look from Lizzie had made him reconsider. Instead, he sat there making sure to leave shoe marks all over the paperwork. He was bored and trying his best not to skulk.
Lizzie had called him out more than once for pouting and skulking like an adolescent. Red had staunchly argued against this, despite being fully aware that she was right. He did enjoy a good skulk. All he wanted was for her to look up from her dull report and give him her full attention.
What was so bad about that?
A sigh escaped his lips as he began fiddling with the drawstring on the blinds. The corner of his lips quirked up and he gazed at her from the corner of his eye. He grabbed hold of the rod and twisted it, opening the blinds to reveal the Hives bull pen.
Red peered at the agents who were hustling about working like ants for a brief moment before shutting the blinds again with a flick.
He looked at her again. Either she hadn't heard the petty disturbance, or she was just choosing to pay him no mind. Red thought it was the latter.
No matter.
Flick
Light streamed into the office.
She continued scribbling away at the report.
Flick
Darkness. Still. She didn't look up.
Flick.
Flick
Flick
Nothing
Flick flick flick flick
"Damn it, Red!" She burst out.
Finally!
"Yes Lizzie?" He quipped innocently.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Stop."
Red grinned at her. "Stop what?"
He ran his finger over the rod.
Flick
Liz leaned over her desk and reached for her stress ball flinging it straight at his head.
It hit him with a dull thud.
Success!
"Would you like to play, Lizzie?"
"No!"
With deft fingers, he picked up the orange ball from where it had landed on his lap.
"Come on Lizzie!" He whined pathetically. "You've been slaving over that horrid report for over an hour, we've not spent any time together since I got back from the Netherlands last week and there's this little Italian restaurant I've been wanting to take you to."
Liz shot an irritated glance at him. She sighed.
"Red-"
"Come on!"
"I can-"
"Say yes."
"I have to-"
Flick
She stopped abruptly. When he didn't make any other movement she started again.
"I can't just leav-"
Flick...flick flick flick flick
"Alright! Alright!" She got up and snatched her coat from the coat rack.
Red grinned widely at her. "Excellent."
A/N: Perhaps a bit anti-climatic, but there it is-the end of the collection. Thank you all so much for the love and support that you sent! It's been awesome knowing that my words do resonate with a lot of you despite it not being the best work out there. But you've gotta admit, 'Hooked on a Feeling' is a great way to end a Blacklist fic! Who wants to start placing bets as to whether or not they'll use the song at some point? *throws money in the air*