Disc : It needed an end. Thanks for your nice comments! I hope you enjoyed the ride in Red's mind. Don't hesitate to let me know what you think about the whole story.
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The ring made them both startle.
Dembe picked up the phone and shivered when he saw the name on the screen.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Liz. Is Red around?"
"But how come you …?"
"What's wrong Dembe? Can I talk to Red? He won't like it but I'll have to cancel the dinner."
"He's under shock and can barely talk; I'm not sure he …"
"Under shock? It's just a dinner, come on!"
"I let you talk to him …"
"Elizabeth is asking for you," he handled the phone to Reddington who was staring at him, not believing a word of what had just been said.
"Take the phone, please. I don't know what's going on."
"Lizzie, is that you?" Red asked after a short silence.
"Of course it's me! What's wrong with you guys?"
"I'm so glad to hear your voice …" he almost whispered.
"Are you ok, Red?"
"I've never been so happy," his voice was trembling.
"You may change your mind soon … I won't be able to make it, for the dinner."
"It's not important."
"I know you were so excited to show me Paris but …"
"It's not important, Lizzie. I'm just happy you're alive."
"Alive? For sure I'm alive. But how do you know we had an accident?"
"It's on the news, on every channels."
"On the news?! Ressler just broke his ankle. He hurt himself quite badly, but not badly enough to break the news!"
"Lizzie … where are you?"
"I'm uh… I'm at the hospital, in DC. We didn't even make it to New York airport. I should have called you earlier but it took us a while to reach the hospital and …"
"DC? Have you watched the TV lately?"
"Not for a second, why?"
"Your plane. It crashed."
A silence answered his last words.
She hesitated, "It seems Ressler saved our lives by slipping on a banana peel … " she didn't know if it were adrenaline or fear that made her tell such a stupid joke. But at this moment, it just felt right to her to joke rather than being dramatic.
Reddington suddenly laughed with a warm and endearing voice that surprised Dembe, and added "Can you pass Donald a message for me? Tell him I love him."
His hazy brain still fighting alcohol effects, he dared. "We're heading back to DC, and I'll pick you up there. My invitation is still valid."