Focal Point

by Daniel Davies

(Lizzington) A dangerous serial killer targets Elizabeth Keen as the newest Blacklister hits too close to home for Red Reddington. She must rely on the one person her instincts tell her she can trust. Liz finds herself inexplicably drawn closer to the only man capable of protecting her from this insidious new threat. (Mature Content)

179. Bells Will Be Ringing

AUTHOR NOTES:

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LIZZINGTON

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July 10th

Returning to the ballroom, Red felt his eagerness ratchet up a notch when he noted how full the room had become in his absence.

"How damned long were we out there?" he quipped. His fellow companions grinned. Dembe motioned to the noise and commotion, shaking his head.

"It's coming down to the wire." Mark consulted his watch.

Red swept the area, astounded for just how many people were now present.

As guests visited with one another, the orchestra provided mood music to set the atmosphere.

Red also glanced to confirm the time. The wedding was finally becoming a reality.

Drowning out the din of the mingling guests, Red stepped out of sight into a small alcove off the main aisles of the ballroom. The man was barely aware that Dembe had followed his exit.

He was unaware of just how many took note of his departure. Some kidded that the great man was surely losing his nerve, seeking a way out. Speculation ran rampant.

Speculation be damned. All Red really wanted to do at that exact moment was put a halt to all this waiting around, go find Elizabeth and physically, if need arose, drag her down that damned aisle out there to end his suffering.

Logically, he knew the reason behind all the pomp and ceremony, of course he did. A part of him even wanted to enjoy the time allotted. Another part, a greater one, was sick and tired of all the uncertainties in his mind. Of all the what-ifs floating in the back of his subconscious being.

"Dembe, I feel like I'm about to implode." he shared with his friend. "Is that normal, do ya think?"

Dembe's smile reassured, but Red still felt antsy inside.

"Red," Mark neared, a rather distinguished man at his side, "this is Judge Clark." He smiled. "He'll be performing the ceremony today."

Normally, Red found his distrust of most supposed 'officiants' out ruled his need for them. He had so many judges, senators and police commissioners in his pocket, he wasn't certain any could be trusted to do their job without guidance.

Mark had actually found a stand-up guy that had never once accepted anything which might impugn his honor. Red hadn't really thought such a man existed any longer.

"Though, I hear tell...according to your lovely bride," Judge Clark interrupted Red's thoughts, "I'm merely here as a formality." the man grinned, shaking Red's hand. "Some of the most memorable and lovely ceremonies often come from the happy couple saying heartfelt words between themselves, so I will be looking forward to today's vows very much."

"Elizabeth wrote her own vows?" Red looked to Mark for confirmation. A moment of sheer panic set in. He sought Dembe Zuma.

"Just say what it is you are feeling, Raymond." The large man was the epitome of calm and steady. "You are very adaptable when it comes to Elizabeth. And you know what it is you feel for her."

Red...settled down.

"Elizabeth knows you didn't write anything down." Mark lay a hand on Red's shoulder. "She doesn't expect anything, Red. She just wanted to let you know how special she thinks you are."

Red had ruminated on things he could say to Elizabeth today of all days, but erroneously believed Elizabeth would not wish to create her own vows. Of course, he knew what he felt for Elizabeth, but saying it in front of all those strangers out there. He cricked his neck to ease the mounting tension.

Taking a calming breath, Red straightened. "I can do this..."

"In any case," the Judge assured, "should stage fright take shape," the man chuckled, "I'm prepared to guide things along."

"Does anyone have the marriage license?" Red demanded to know. "That end is taken care of, right?" he sent Mark an, it better be, look.

"Yes," Mark calmed Red's nerves, grinning his amusement, "Judge Clark here has everything well in hand, Red. Don't worry."

Judge Clark held the needed papers aloft as proof. "I even have extra copies just in case." he teased.

"It is not unheard of to wave the seventy-two-hour waiting period." the man explained the legalities of the issue. "I have done so in the past for any number of good reasons. It is not written in stone as long as both parties are accepting of the ruling."

Nodding his understanding, Red breathed a sigh of relief. There was no way he could make it another hour, let alone seventy-two.

"Once the ceremony concludes," Judge Clark directed, "we'll convene to a private room with your witnesses. Which is where the official signing will take place."

"And you and Elizabeth will finally be...man and wife." Dembe reminded Red 'why' all this pageantry must take place. "And then Elizabeth will have had her day."

"Just a few more minutes and you can see your bride...be with her again." Mark assured with a smile. "You have shown the patience of Job. I really admire and respect how much this is taking out of you. I know I probably would not be as cool and collected as you have been."

"Tell that to my shaking limbs." Red muttered his disenchantment. Taking a deep breath, he forced a smile, shaking the Judge's hand once more. "Thank you for coming on such short notice. I appreciate it."

"It's a pleasure, really." Judge Clark said, a thought occurring. "Just in case, mind you...no other reason. I do not know you or your lovely bride, of course, so if there is anything of a special nature, I should pass on...just in case, remember, words become difficult to say?"

Understanding Judge Clark's question for what it was, Red's eye ticked in response. It would be wonderful to include some sort of meaningful words into the affair to make it more sentimental, more special, more...momentous for Elizabeth. Red's mind was suddenly blank, however.

He could not believe he was choking at such an exceptional moment.

Sensing Red's tension, the pressure the man was under, Judge Clark stepped up his game. "Just tell me this," he prompted. "How do you truly feel about Elizabeth?"

"I..." Red inhaled a deep breath, controlling a sudden surge of emotion, "I can't fathom a life without Elizabeth by my side." he exhaled a shaky breath. "The thought is... unbearable." he struggled to put his feelings into words. "I–"

Clark's smile widened, clasping Red's forearm. "You've told me everything I need to know."

"We have a few minutes," Mark addressed Clark, "why don't you mingle, get a drink..."

Smiling, Clark took his leave, allowing the men to speak privately.

"Rebecca and Nora are linked in, correct?" Red wanted to know. "Elizabeth will go ballistic if those ladies miss the ceremony."

"Yes, we established a connection," Mark gestured to the camera, "about ten minutes ago. Excellent reception on both ends."

Red glanced at the camera, making a mental note to acknowledge the two women at some time in the upcoming minutes. "Good, good."

"Before I forget." Mark remembered a slight change from the rehearsal. "Lizzy will be coming through the north doors." He indicated.

Red glanced to the needed location; his eyes focused intently on the double doors. He wondered, was Lizzy there now... just beyond the closed doorway?

"I thought it would be a good choice," Mark shrugged, grinning. "You paid a pretty penny for the orchestra to play..." he mentioned, "and it allows guests to see Lizzy in all her splendid glory."

"Elizabeth was all right with that?" Red voiced his astonishment, for Lizzy was shy by nature in such circumstances. It was such a long, winding walk coming in that direction to reach the dais.

"She was hesitant at first," Mark admitted, "but with what she has planned... she thought it best."

"What she has planned?" Red frowned.

"You'll see." Mark chuckled shortly. "Look, don't worry about anything. Everything's fine and on schedule." he said. "Take a few minutes, and I'll let you know when she's ready."

Clapping the man's shoulder once more, Mark grinned before heading off to confer with waiting staff.

"All will be well, Raymond." Dembe murmured. "You will see."

"I know," Red sighed, leaning into a nearby window ledge, "I'm just–"

"Anxious... excited to get started, I know." Dembe's eyes softened, glancing at his watch. "Should I count down the minutes?" he teased.

"Only if you want me to snap and go ballistic." Red arose, then sat back down, having aimlessly paced a few seconds, then... having sighed rather loudly... arose again. "Dembe, what the hell! This is worse than having to listen to Glen explain the reasons his mother's surgery went awry that time."

Dembe's smile brightened as Raymond pushed away from the window, pacing the insufficient space allotted. "Nothing is worse than that, Raymond." he allowed his friend to burn off excess energy.

Turning his attention, Dembe stared out over the attendees chatting with one another. All seemed cheerfully awaiting the appearance of the bride. A few late arrivals still searched for a good seat to witness the nuptials.

Thankfully, though visible to most of the guests, all left the groom to his solitude. No one had approached. No one had interrupted or encroached.

Dembe's own nerves settled as he took note Elizabeth's lady friends had finally arrived, meaning Elizabeth's arrival was imminent. On the off-chance he was wrong, he kept the observation to himself lest it drive Raymond over the edge.

Shifting his attention to the left, Dembe caught sight of the signal they had been awaiting all damned day. Mark motioned Elizabeth was on the premises, in place, and waiting for her cue.

"Raymond..." Dembe touched the man's shoulder lightly, drawing Red out of his quiet meditation.

Without hesitation, Red made his way to the dais, meeting the judge along the way. Shaking the man's hand once more, he turned his attention to the north door as directed. As if he would look anywhere else at such a moment...

Unlike normal circumstances, where Red was very aware of his surroundings, each and every moment. He couldn't begin to name person one who was present in the crowd right now, for they were all blurred, faceless entities.

Without a doubt, this was the most nerve-wracking day of his life. He would never forget those last few moments before it all began...

For this was no ordinary day...

Today, he was finally joining with the woman he wholeheartedly believed was his one and only soul mate in all the known universe.

Since awaking this morning, it felt as if time slowed to a crawl. Each minute that passed felt like an eternity. This moment, where they would finally come together, could not possibly come quickly enough for him.

His tunnel like vision focused intently on the north door, and nothing else.

Normally, he believed himself to be a man with unlimited patience. Francis and Silas alone tested it enough on a daily basis.

Today, however, he had very little in reserve. He hadn't seen Elizabeth all day and his body and mind felt about to snap.

The terrifying thought that Elizabeth would change her mind... and he wasn't there to change it back, sent shivers of strain into his tight muscles and anxiety throughout his body.

Sharing a humored smile with the judge, Dembe chuckled quietly for Raymond's unusual demeanor.

Dembe guided Red gently into place. Guests took their seats, lowering their voices to a hushed murmur.

Glancing about the room, Mark's prearranged signal to the orchestra and ushers manning the doors, alerted all to a more formal atmosphere. Heads were lifted, backs were stiffened, bows were raised, instruments poised...

Red listened as the sound of the soft strains of the piano, harp and stringed musical notes floated effortlessly into a mellifluous tune, which instantly brought an unbidden smile to his lips.

He vaguely recognized the song from somewhere but couldn't quite place it as yet. What he did know was it triggered a most pleasant evocation. A distant memory that tantalized and soothed all in one effort.

The sound of the doors opening broke the man from his quiet musings, drawing his attention back in the needed direction.

Red felt himself breathe evenly as Silas stepped into view. The man opened the double doors, standing off to the side, his look a serene, untroubled one. That alone, in Red's world, meant all was well.

His brows lifted exponentially when he noted the guard had adopted Lizzy's desired dress code. Like everyone else in their entourage, Silas wore a black suit, lavender tie and boutonniere; the man had trimmed his goatee to a polished perfection. But what stood out most, what made Red gasp his shock, was the guard's ponytail was sitting so low, it appeared to have been completely cut off at first glance.

It was unusual to witness Silas look so professional... especially without the usual bitching and moaning, none of which had gotten back to Red's unbelieving ears. Silas would always be Silas, however, thank God. The guard offered a broad smile and rather suggestive wink as Amanda cleared the archway in all her lovely glory.

Like Red, those in attendance turned their attention to the attractive woman traversing the long aisle in her tea-length chiffon dress.

As the woman neared his location, Mark could not keep the pride from his eyes as they swept the alluring female. The man reached, surreptitiously brushing his hand against hers as she passed.

Red couldn't help smile as he watched the subtle interaction, more than understanding Mark's awe as Amanda fully came into view in all her charming finery.

Lizzy had taken great care in choosing her maid-of-honor dress. Amanda looked so pretty, Red truly believed, Amanda would wear this choice many times beyond this day.

Everything from the style to color suited the young woman splendidly. The soft lilac shade complimented the soft, glowing tan of her skin and brunette hair to perfection.

The woman positively radiated a joyous happiness as she came near.

Shifting her eyes to the alcove holding the orchestra, Amanda grinned a mischievous smile before slyly winking Red's way.

Red cocked his head, catching a glimpse of Silas who gallantly waved a nonchalant hand. Francis moved slightly into view, just beyond the doorway.

Tensing slightly, Red lifted to his toes a bit, unaware of doing so.

Silas unceremoniously offered a low sweeping bow, his face immediately taking on a most serious expression. He remained steadfast; head bowed in open respect for whoever was about to emerge from the archway's hidden portal. Everyone's attention was focused and fixed.

For one fleeting second, Red caught sight of a voluptuous figure, and one slender arm resting on Francis' forearm. His gift of the matching bracelet to Elizabeth's necklace shimmered on that small wrist. But all too soon, Francis leaned out of sight, disappearing from view, taking his companion with him.

The audience craned their heads, sitting forward in their seats...a collective gasp issued in unison.

Turning slightly towards Dembe, Red shrugged his shoulders questioningly. He could not see one damned thing so far. To say he was beyond frustrated was an understatement but in the very next instant...that all changed.

Returning his attention in the needed direction, Red felt a smile pull at his lips as Steven's sister came around the bend, flower basket in hand, looking for all the world like the charming little princess she was.

Silas arose to his full height, offering a sedate but ever so noble nod in her direction.

The little girl beamed him a resounding grin, minus two missing front teeth, then got immediately down to work.

Scattering the flowers in her basket as if she were blanketing Times Square with confetti during the return of the Apollo 11 astronauts from their moon landing, she proceeded down the aisle with a determined look on that adorable face.

With a flourish, she tossed the delicate petals high into the air, allowing them fall like autumn leaves to the floor, blanketing all in her path plus her elaborately embellished dress.

In Red's humble opinion, if he were to describe the two-toned lilac lace dress, he would say it was a gown fit for... a precious little princess.

Chuckling softly under his breath, Red shook his head, finally making the connection.

The song playing was from... Cinderella.

Elizabeth's little way of saying, there was a princess in the house... and everyone present should mind their manners, or heads would roll, especially if Silas had his way. He clearly had been taken completely off his guard by this little temptresses' charm. His blue eyes watched her every step with the stern expression of a father bear watching over his little cub.

Everyone in that ballroom had taken notice of the child. Red was absolutely positive; all were aware the little girl felt every bit a princess, if the way she held herself as she walked down the aisle was any indication.

Rightfully so, if you asked him, for the dress she wore rivaled that of Cinderella's.

Any fairytale princess would be envious of the child's elaborately embellished bodice covered in shimmering crystals. More so, her billowing tulle skirt, lined in a delicate floral pattern of pristine lace which trailed behind her in a dainty train.

The little tiara sitting primly atop her head held the long, dark ringlets of her hair in place as they bounced merrily about her shoulders.

Red's lips pursed their amusement as the child neared, and he heard the soft rustle of the crinoline swish along the floor.

As the child reached the end of her duties, Red beckoned her to come to him.

Beaming happily, the tiny tip of her tongue pushed determinedly between those absent two front teeth as the little girl bounced up the steps as only a child could.

"That was a long way to walk, wasn't it?" he commiserated, grinning down at the flushed little face. "I'm very proud of you! You made it all the way to the end!"

Offering her his hand, Red twirled the child, making her skirt billow out in voluminous splendor, much to audiences' delight. The little princess giggled infectiously, so much so, even Dembe cracked a smile.

Executing a small bow to the little girl, Red was warmed when she returned what could only pass for a small curtsy before Lizzy's girlfriends motioned for her to come to them.

Taking a couple of steps, the little one hesitated, quickly scattering the last of her flowers over the stairs before hurrying for the ladies who gathered the girl in between them.

Red's smile of delight sobered as the music smoothly segued into a beautiful and uplifting melody.

Standing straighter, Red deliberately contained his growing excitement. He swallowed hard, for the music instantly caused a knot of emotion to form in his throat, for it signified... his bride was on her way to him.

With his stare glued to the archway, an unexpected movement caught Red's eye.

Red's breath caught as Silas snapped upright from his relaxed position, a fixed scowl suddenly gracing the handsome face.

Francis could be seen just inside the area, his back stiff, his manner unyielding and suspect. The young man tossed his arms into the air, gesturing wildly to the ballroom before he stepped out of view entirely.

Red moved without thought, alarms ringing in his mind... Dembe by his side. Their momentum was halted abruptly by Silas' fierce scowl and hastily raised fist, clenched tightly in the air.

Stop!

Recognizing the gesture well, both Red and Dembe pulled up short, willing to wait out the interminable interruption, no matter the cost to Red's nervous system.

Dammit all to hell, what was going on! Why the hell couldn't just one thing go right just once without all the drama and...

Scowling darkly, Red waved Dembe to move aside, only to be thwarted by the man's stocky bulk blocking his way. He sent a menacing glare Dembe's way, but Dembe realized the 'why' of it all, smiling gently for his friend's mood change.

"Calm down." Dembe whispered sotto voce. "Silas has it under control."

"Yeah? How do you know that?" Red's snippy reply was just as hushed but more... sinister in tone.

Mark Donovan had a bird's-eye view of whatever the hell was happening behind the scenes. Red took heart that the man himself urged the orchestra to continue playing.

Red was slowly but surely losing his damned mind, that much he did know. He didn't know anything else, mind you, even though he was the fucking groom...

"Would you like me to go see what the problem is?" Dembe took pity on the man next to him.

Jerking his head in a tight nod, Red planted his feet, silently urging his friend forward. For all he knew, the reason for the holdup could be something as simple as an unexpected wardrobe malfunction. This didn't have to be a calamity, he continually reminded himself.

Worst-case scenario... an apprehensive bride. He closed his eyes, sending a silent pray. Not that... please!

Craning his head to better see around the heavily draped doorway, Dembe took his sweet time in ascertaining the problem, in Red's opinion. He waited anxiously for the explanation.

Dembe sauntered back to his side as if he had all the time in the fucking world.

"You better have some good news." Red muttered tightly. "You think I'm not packin' under this damned suit?"

"Elizabeth is fine," Dembe waved away any concern. "Give her a moment."

Red glared at his friend. "Give her a moment." he repeated rather waspishly, even to his own ears. "You want me to give her a moment."

"It would be the right thing to do." Dembe held his amusement. "I have never seen you like this before."

"Shut up, Dembe, and get the hell out of my way." Red advised testily, shoving on the man's shoulder...insistently.

Dembe moved with elegant grace. "I would not lie about something so important." he settled down a tad, reassuring his companion. "Nor would Silas stop your advancement if there were a serious problem, you know that."

Red calmed some then, knowing that to be a fact. "I'm just..." Red closed his eyes. "I hate this, Dembe."

"You are not accustomed to not having full control of any matter, let alone...one so momentous."

"I just hate it." Red was certain.

The piano and strings merged together as one into a harmonic crest. Red caught a fast glimpse of Francis turning sharply towards the door... ready now to escort Elizabeth to her destination.

Blowing out a shaky breath, Red tried to ease the mounting tension from his body.

Silas took his place once again, checking the ballroom with an experienced, skilled sweep. Only then did the man nod for the procession to continue onward.

The audience respectfully stood; all eyes turned expectantly. All waited with bated breath for the bride's appearance; eager to see the woman who finally captured Red Reddington's heart.

"Dammit!" Red hissed, quietly cursing as those in attendance blocked his view. "Damn it to hell! I can't see a damned thing!"

More so, he damned the fact a quiet chatter rippled through the masses, and once again, he had no fucking clue as to the why of it all! A murmur of something he could not read cascaded about the enormous hall, a growing frenzy seemed to escalate.

Red stepped slightly askew, craning about the first row of spectators all to no avail. His position was such that no clear line of sight could be had.

Coming from the north doors meant Elizabeth took a long, winding path before it finally approached the dais… his position. He could not see any of the first leg of the journey because of all the crowd having stood.

Was all this supposed intrigue for Elizabeth and her chosen gown? Had Francis done something idiotic? If that little bastard had worn a kilt or something... worse! Surely Dembe would have mentioned that...

Craning his head this way and that, Red strained to see over the wall of people in a similar pose, just as he was, to see what all the commotion was.

Glancing nervously at his friend, Dembe once again lifted a calming hand. "Stop doing that. It's pissing me off." That wasn't really what was pissing Red Reddington off, of course.

Red held his breath as he finally was able to catch just a glimpse of someone in the aisle. He was confused for whoever it was, sported one impeccably shined...dark wing-tipped shoe. Which was all he could see. One damned shoe.

Francis Holbrook didn't even know what a wing-tipped shoe was.

Hastily lifting his attention upright, he jerked back in shock. The sight which greeted him was one he hadn't expected at all. His mouth... dropped.

Antonio Crocetti had stepped into view, the imposing figure unmistakable even from this distance.

Red was more than confused. He was... completely flummoxed. As far as he knew, he'd never been flummoxed in his entire life, but that was the only word that fit now. He thought the guy was in Italy? Or he had been, anyway.

The guy seemed to be searching out Red's reaction and having seen it...offered over a million-watt smile. One of pure, venomous malice to Red's way of thinking, but that sinister grin hastily transformed into a gentle, unassuming mask when he turned to other matters.

Antonio offered a gracious arm for support, tenderly patting the small hand that clutched that strength.

The stately man lifted a noble head, continuing the slow cadence of step to the music playing.

Antonio smiled warmly when Elizabeth followed his lead and that lovely chin lifted with aristocratic sublimity just as her diminutive figure finally stepped into Reddington's view.

Catching his first glimpse of his bride, Red's eyes instantly, and without warning, welled with tears. Clamping a hand over his mouth, he muffled the involuntary gasp of emotion which caught against the tight knot in his throat.

Red's heart began a thunderous thudding that he was certain everyone could hear. Elizabeth looked so beautiful, so luminously glowing...it rendered the man speechless.

Silhouetted by the sun's soft rays, a prism of shimmering light cast by the overhead chandeliers danced along the sheer-white wrapped delicately about Elizabeth's lithe frame. She looked every bit the ethereal creature she appeared, draped in the stunning gown she had chosen for the occasion.

Watching Reddington's face closely, Antonio escorted Elizabeth slowly down the aisle, chortling quietly for the groom's emotional upheaval.

Clasping his hand on his friend's shoulder in open support, Dembe smiled warmly as he felt a slight tremor traverse Raymond's frame.

What he witnessed now, Raymond Reddington falling victim to overwhelming shock and awe, wasn't just a rare occurrence, but an unheard-of anomaly.

Never in all their years together had Dembe been so proud, and privileged, to have been standing by Raymond's side. To actually see his brother consumed by overpowering emotional instability was an unexpectedly powerful experience. Raymond Reddington, who prided himself on controlling every aspect of his life...now seemed incapable of such mastery any longer.

Had the man not witnessed the fact with his own eyes, Dembe never would have thought such a touching event possible.

Such was the testimony to the intensity of feelings Raymond felt for Elizabeth.

Dembe had watched this relationship grow from its infancy. He had always hoped someday the man beside him would somehow reach this point. That the reality was here staggered even Dembe Zuma's perception of the world, which was oft times rather unfavorably jaded, admittedly.

Raymond often said, hope sprang eternal. That outlook, today, seemed an apt and appropriate statement to live by.

"...God." Red whispered brokenly, his tone a reverent one. "She's so..."

"Beautiful?" Dembe grinned, for Elizabeth was that, and so much more. All eyes were on that enchanting figure now.

"... Breathtaking." Red choked on the emotions overwhelming him, blinking at the mist gathering in his eyes. "...Exquisite."

Elizabeth had never looked so mesmerizing, nor so gloriously ecstatic.

Red literally could not take his eyes off the woman. Elizabeth... she was positively radiant.

Even from this distance, Red sensed Elizabeth's profound joy having Antonio there to escort her down the aisle.

The woman had sought his attention the first second she was able, the exuberance of the moment transmitted through the brilliant smile she offered. She had pulled an adorable face, gesturing minutely with her head to the man walking beside her, as if to say; Do you believe Antonio Crocetti is walking me down the aisle on my wedding day!

Red, more than anyone, knew how much Lizzy longed to have Antonio by her side today of all days. He had given over a resounding grin of empathy. Yes, the great man was actually here.

With the Crocetti family in Italy...it was beyond an imposition to even suggest Antonio attend, so Red had not even thought of imposing.

Of course, there was the deception they portrayed always lurking in the background. which troubled Lizzy greatly... always a debatable deterrent.

Red understood the reasons for her reservations involving Antonio, considering who Elizabeth was. Regardless of the woman's chosen career, however, Red had wanted to overstep the boundaries of friendship to allow the woman her day, complete with every facet of her wishes coming true. He had not, which troubled him greatly.

He promised to himself soon...he would set aside a time to inform Antonio of Lizzy's true identity. He wanted nothing to stand between the growing bond the woman and Antonio Crocetti seemed to be forming.

Fortunately, someone had taken the initiative to alert Antonio of the planned celebration.

Watching Lizzy now, Red was never so grateful for that someone's timing. He would find out who took matters into their own hands, ensuring Antonio would be here...and reward that man or woman in every conceivable way he knew how.

The intense exhilaration Elizabeth felt walking down that aisle on Antonio's arm was more than transmitted through her euphoric smile and shimmering eyes.

Inhaling a calming breath, Red took a moment to take in the entire picture... memorizing every detail he could, but his mind and heart were so full, everything seemed to whiz by at breakneck speeds. He cursed his inability to slow them down on one hand and on the other... Elizabeth was only a few feet away from joining him at the altar.

Red knew Elizabeth would be resplendent on her wedding day, but he was wholly unprepared for just how refulgent she looked in that sensational gown.

Lowering his gaze, Red took in the full-scope of the vision floating towards him.

He was loath to know where exactly to start his intense perusal, however. From head to toe, the woman was the very essence of all a bride should be.

If the confident gleam in her eye was any indication, Elizabeth had found a gown she not only loved, but she felt beautiful wearing.

The sun filtering from the windows surrounding them shone against the pristine white lace of her gown, casting a heavenly aura about the woman. A soft, luminescent halo enveloped Elizabeth's sun-kissed flesh and dark hair, making the woman truly appear as if she were an angel sent to save his soul from certain damnation.

Though the dress hugged Elizabeth's lithe frame in all the right places, it did so with class and sophistication. Rather than flaunting her curves, the gown accentuated the woman's assets to absolute perfection.

The intricate swirling loops and glimmering crystals decorating the entire length of the gown somehow gave the woman both an innocent, yet sensual, air about her as she floated down the aisle.

Fine, rounded lace edging her bodice and the dainty straps laying gently over her shoulders drew his rapt attention to her full breasts and elegant neckline.

Red breathed a sigh of relief, his smile erupting when he noted the delicate jewels he purchased didn't overpower the dress. In fact, the intricate vine, embellished with shimmering diamonds and sapphires, looked splendid against the soft backdrop they were afforded.

A diamond brooch, Red could only assume was Susan's contribution to the whole, securely held a small lilac colored bow to Lizzy's hip, in honor of his daughter, of course.

Red glanced upward as Lizzy turned in profile, allowing him a quick glance at the woman's complex hairstyle.

An intricate array of crystals set in silver lay securely atop her finger-combed chignon. The sparkling baubles trailed upward over her ear before disappearing into the long, dark tendrils framing her rosy cheeks. Wispy strands tickling her neckline added a subtle touch of romance.

Noticing the man's intense perusal, Lizzy's natural blush showed through the light dusting of rouge highlighting her cheeks. Red's groin stirred with arousal when the woman's startling blue eyes, framed in a smoky earth tone, fluttered coquettishly in response to his unwavering attention.

Elizabeth was the very definition of elegance, beauty, and sensuality. At least in his humble opinion.

So concentrated on his bride, Red almost missed Francis trailing close behind with Maria Crocetti at his side.

Francis was to escort Elizabeth down the aisle. Red surmised that was the 'holdup' back there at the start of the procession. Antonio's arrival had upset the proverbial apple cart. What a wonderful surprise it had been, too.

That Francis had apparently stepped graciously aside, allowing Antonio the honor of escorting Lizzy to Red's side, amused and confused Red. But then again, perhaps not.

Francis found great amusement teasing Elizabeth about how she became the quintessential daddy's girl whenever Antonio was about. More so, Francis found her relationship, and the rumors surrounding it, to be humorous.

Antonio had shown up for his supposedly illegitimate daughter's wedding and brought along the family to cement relationships to the max.

Obviously, that was a rumor that gained momentum, for their guests murmured in hushed whispers about the man's appearance here today. One could almost feel the palpable energy circulating the room.

More specifically, the entire Crocetti clan, complete with Mama Maria in tow, had put everything on the back burner to be here today.

It was one thing for Antonio to be present, but for Maria and their sons to be here on behalf of Elizabeth... tongues were definitely wagging. Speculation was running rampant, but not as fast as Red's beating heart.

Offering their support to the woman their father escorted, the Crocetti sons followed close behind the bridal entourage, all smiling affably at guests in passing. All except the youngest member of the passel, who was studiously playing a video game.

Silas snatched the tablet from unresisting hands, a scowl as dark as a thundercloud on his face. Luca smirked a smart-ass response, allowing the move with no further trouble. The kid continued down the procession, hands in pockets of his torn jeans. He had a nice white shirt on and a dark blazer, though. For a teen, he fit in.

Well, at least, Red thought, the kid wasn't looking at Elizabeth's breasts.

Much to Red's surprise and delight, Elena also put in an appearance. The woman smiled his way as Antonio Jr guided her to an empty seat.

It meant a great deal Elena had attended so soon after the death of her husband, Miguel.

As Elizabeth and Antonio reached the end of the aisle, Lizzy offered a dazzling smile Red's way.

Red could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and it had nothing to do with nervousness now, he knew.

After spending the night without the woman or seeing her all day... the feeling he felt gnawing at him was like a tightly wound chain about to snap free, stretching his self-restraint to its limit.

"We welcome and thank you for being part of this important and joyous occasion." Judge Clark began as the orchestra slowly brought the music to a close. "We are gathered together on this day to witness and celebrate the marriage of this man Raymond and this lovely woman...Elizabeth."

Liz's grasp on Antonio's arm tightened systematically, for Red's intensely quiet gaze burned through her soul. The man's hands twitched restlessly at his sides, his fists clenching and unclenching in gestures of bottled-up frustration.

Elizabeth felt the same way. All morning long, the only thing she really wanted was to find the man...scrap all the carefully laid plans, throw caution to the winds and run off to elope.

The waiting had been horrendous, stretching her own patience to frazzled thinness. Were it not for Silas distracting her and reminding her this moment would be worth the effort... she couldn't be certain what she would have done, in reality.

Red's look told her he felt along similar lines. The fact made her heart quicken its beat. The ceremony was beautiful and everything she hoped, but right now, all she wanted was to have it over with...to be by his side so no one could ever...ever part them again.

"Their marriage today is a public and legal affirmation of their union," Clark continued, "but above all else, their vows to one another... the actual words they recite this wondrous day... will bind them together in life as nothing else can."

Shifting his attention, Antonio smirked as he watched Reddington's jaw pulse in open agitation. The younger man moved about restlessly, although the motions were minute and unnoticeable to most. Men like himself, Antonio knew, rarely waited for something in life they truly wished. Reddington was one of these men.

Antonio glanced back over his shoulder to his own lovely bride of lo these many, many years.

He recalled the same emotional state at his own joining day. Reddington might not realize it at this exact moment, but his patience would be rewarded and repaid a thousand times over. To find the right woman to stand by your side was an immeasurable treasure. One most men never obtained, or if they were fortunate enough to do so, allowed it to span through their hands like wasted gold.

"Before we take that all-important step in joining these two people together," Clark smiled at Liz and Red, "I must ask... who gives this woman to be married to this man?" His attention turned to those assembled.

"That would be... my job." Antonio loudly proclaimed, ignoring the whispering filter through the crowd. "Maria and I are most honored to guide our dear Elizabeth to her chosen future."

Maria regally lifted her chin, smiling blissfully at the bride. Kissing her fingertips, a warm, affectionate tenderness was sent Lizzy's way.

Remaining expressionless, Red didn't react one way or other to the vague wording Antonio purposely used. If people wished to believe Elizabeth was aligned with the Crocetti clan, that was fine with him.

He, however, made a mental note to thank Antonio and Maria profusely for their added protection... after the ceremony.

Right now, all he wished was to touch Elizabeth's hand. To feel the connection they shared once again. It was all he could concentrate on fully.

Guiding Elizabeth forward, Antonio kissed the woman's cheeks before offering her hand to Reddington.

"Love and protect her," Antonio muttered the warning, as any decent father would, "... or you will answer to me."

Liz's already flush cheeks brightened to a charming shade of pink.

"I will," Red reacted to the words without thought, his tone an unexpectedly serious one, "with my life."

"Good," Antonio nodded staunchly, then smiled cheerfully, "though let's hope it won't come to that."

Smiling brightly, Liz giggled quietly for the veiled threat and the arched brow on Antonio's handsome face.

"Thank you," Red quietly vowed, "...for being here today."

Lifting to her toes, Liz kissed the older man's cheek affectionately. "Yes! Thank you, Antonio."

Softening his stance, Antonio returned the affection before giving Reddington one last intense stare. Everything seemed to stop until Crocetti was situated next to Maria. The man glanced up, noting the effect his presence was having, grinning once before omnisciently waving toward the dais.

Judge Clark recommenced the proceedings with a gentle nod to the bride.

Removing her hand from Red's, Lizzy stepped away from him. Red felt suddenly bereft.

The man's tension eased as he watched Elizabeth turn about, holding her elaborate bouquet aloft.

The white backdrop of her dress provided a stunning view of the cascade of green ivy, lilies, roses and forget-me-nots which fell in a long drape about the woman's thighs. Handing the ornate bundle off to Amanda, she returned to her place opposite him once more.

Red's anxiousness drifted away completely as she responded simultaneously as he had reached forward. He loved the smooth feel of her warm skin as they clasped hands.

"This couple has come together today before family and friends to seal their trust and belief in one another," Judge Clark began, "by the exchange of vows. This promise they wish to share, to remain committed to one another in all things, is not something to be taken lightly."

Red knew the proper thing to do at this point was to give over his attention to the Judge, the man officiating their wedding. Red couldn't find the willpower to turn away from Elizabeth. His gaze held her spellbound. The sultry stare she returned suggested she felt along similar lines.

"Marriage is not only a joining of two lives together as one," Judge Clark continued, "it is a vow to support one another through good or difficult times, to cherish mutual milestones that will come to pass...in short, to create a life together."

Clark glanced at the couple, who seemingly had eyes for only one another. He took a moment to allow everyone to collect their respective thoughts.

"The deep, abiding connection between Elizabeth and Raymond is more than apparent." Clark continued. It was clear to him, at least, in just these last few moments, the couple had a unique and powerful bond.

"They are a couple who have encountered many tribulations in their time together, yet," he smiled warmly, "they have come out on the other side with an unshakable and unbreakable foundation."

Feeling Lizzy grip his fingers, Red lowered his gaze to their joined hands, returning the stabilizing influence.

"Those closest to them, their cherished friends and family," Clark mentioned, "know of the closeness Raymond and Elizabeth share, and wish them well on their life journey."

Liz and Red glanced towards the group of which the Judge spoke, smiling their gratitude for their presence and unfailing support.

"I understand, their dear friend, Francis," Clark glanced at the young man in question, "has a few words he would like to share on behalf of those supporters," the gathered group smiled happily at the man in question, "that express the hope and warm wishes held for Raymond and Elizabeth as they take this first step towards their future."

Patting Francis on the back, Daniel nudged the man to take to the stage, murmuring something that brought a small laugh from those that heard the remark. Francis' comical grimace gave Red trepidation.

Taking a breath, Francis smoothed the lapels of his suit as he walked up the steps. Sitting a sheet of paper on the provided podium, he looked out over the crowd, a smile lighting his face.

His smile widened as he glanced towards Liz and Red, offering a small wave. The kid seemed slightly nervous to Red's way of thinking. To see Francis somewhat at a loss, amused him.

"Much like this wedding," Francis grinned charmingly, "what I have to say came about rather last minute... so forgive me if I screw up anything important."

The gathered crowd chuckled quietly, relaxing in their seats.

"This may not be the most articulate thing I have ever presented," Francis smiled sheepishly, holding the typed page aloft, "but I promise, it will be the most heartfelt." the kid took a moment to clear his throat and glance once again Elizabeth's way.

Reaching in his pocket, Red produced the handkerchief, handing it over to Elizabeth in preparation... for Francis was already doing a wonderful job of setting a mood which held promise for the rest of the ceremony.

"I've known Red a long time." Francis gestured to his friend. "There isn't anyone alive I trust more in business or personal matters than him. Red is the person I rely on to be pragmatic, sensible and logical... when I'm not." he said, glancing towards the man in question. "Which is almost continually. He's always been my voice of reason."

Lifting Lizzy's grasped hand, Red planted a small kiss on the top, smiling warmly as he listened as Francis shared his feelings on the close-knit bond the two men shared.

"When he first told me he was engaged," Francis confessed, "I thought he had lost his mind, and it would fall on me," he looked out over the already tittering crowd, "to be the logical one that would have to talk sense into the guy."

Red chuckled when he heard Lizzy's small indignant huff of exasperation, but otherwise, the woman remained silent.

"That was... until I met Elizabeth." Francis glanced up from his notes, his quiet eyes meeting those of Elizabeth's bemused ones. "In one evening, I truly understood why Red was hell bent on taking this woman as his wife."

As expected, Lizzy sniffled at his side, dabbing her eyes with the hanky in her hand.

"Like Red," Francis continued, "Lizzy is reliable, welcoming and sarcastically funny... even if she doesn't mean to be sometimes." he extolled her virtues. "She's proven to be the best-friend a guy could ever have. Her loyalty knows no bounds. Her heart is twice the size of your great state of Texas, trust me." the man trailed off, his voice tight with emotion.

Shifting his attention, Red wrapped his arm about Elizabeth's waist, patting her comfortingly as she sniffled into the soft cloth in her hand.

"They have welcomed me with open arms into their home," Francis focused on the paper before him, "... and into their family, for which I am forever grateful." The kid swallowed hard once again, clearing his throat.

Releasing a shaky breath, Francis scratched at his neck self-consciously. "In my time with them, I have learned what is truly important in a person's life." he returned his stare to the paper below him but one had the impression he was not reading from any text. "I hope one day to find the love and trust they have found in each other."

Lifting Maria's hand, Antonio kissed it lovingly, smiling adoringly at the woman as he nodded agreeably with the statement made.

"When it was suggested I say something today on behalf of those lucky enough to be in Red and Lizzy's close circle," Francis lifted his chin proudly, "at first, I thought...no way! I can't get up in front of all those weirdoes and say what it really is I feel in my heart." He acknowledged the chuckles his remark caused with surprising grace. "But then I thought... who better could express the joy, hope and stability they provide and inspire in others?"

The man shifted his gaze to the couple. "If you Google the words; unique, dynamic and charismatic you will see Red Reddington's name there. I know, I did it." Again, another chuckle rippled through the crowd. "Elizabeth is found under amazing, spirited, vibrant and beautiful..." the boy shook his head. "The list goes on and on with her, let me tell ya."

Francis looked out over those gathered. "I feel so very fortunate to have made their acquaintance. That they let me hang around blows my mind each and every day." he offered a self-depreciating grin. "I guess we all just want to wish them well on this new road they are about to take. Some of us have been lucky enough to have walked that road with them. I count myself among those."

Unfolding a paper from his pocket, Francis set the page down, clearing his throat gently. "I racked my brains trying to find the words to say... and by sheer luck, stumbled over an old Jimmy Stewart movie last night."

The crowd exchanged comical looks.

"Don't get shook. I know what I'm doing." Francis calmed the gathering restlessness. "I think so, anyway."

Chuckling, Red shook his head. Only Francis could make that statement seem okay.

"In that movie was a wedding blessing." Francis lifted confused eyes. "What are the chances, right?"

Chortling quietly, Antonio sat upright, amused the boy used a movie, a Western at that, to site his point of reference. In any case, he was intrigued and curious to see if the planned speech would have anything what-so-ever to do with the wedding at hand.

One really never knew when it came to Francis.

Obviously, Reddington felt the same, for the groom braced himself for whatever was on the horizon.

"Google is my friend because there was no way I could take down all that was being said, even taking in Jimmy Stewart's slow speech patterns and all." Francis held the paper for proof. "I found the actual words. Can you believe it?"

Placing the sheet back down on the podium, Francis looking out towards the audience. "I think they pretty much state what Red and Liz believe to be true. They reflect all their hopes and wishes for each other. It sums up what their friends and family wish to say. Or, at least I hope it does."

He laughed shortly, shrugging. "I know Red and Lizzy wish more than anything to say their vows." he sent an apologetic grimace over. "So, I promise I won't to take up that much time. I know when to shut up."

Sharing a smile, Red rested his cheek atop Lizzy's dark hair, both attentively awaiting the words Francis wished to say.

"Forgive any blunders," Francis exhaled shakily, "... I hope this captures the important aspects of all you need to say to each other."

Normally, Red would feel a sense of trepidation given the circumstances, but Francis seemed so sincere in his words today... he was very interested to hear the blessing Francis wished to bestow upon them.

The boy cleared his throat dramatically...beginning his words.

"Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other." Francis began, his tone a firm one, "Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other. Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other." he continued, the meaning of the words obviously touching him deeply. "Now you are two persons, but there is only one life before you... and one destiny."

Pausing, Francis flipped the sheet, allowing Liz and Red time to assimilate the words spoken.

"When frustration, difficulties, and fear assail your relationship, as they threaten all relationships at one time or another," the man lifted knowing eyes, having been party to some intense situations where Red and Liz were concerned, "remember to focus on what is right between you, not only the part which seems wrong."

Red felt the words deeply in his soul, for their lives from this day forward would be fraught with difficulties and danger. He hoped, however, that together they could overcome any would be obstacles thrown in their path and prevail, as they had in the past.

"In this way, you can ride out the storms when clouds hide the face of the sun in your lives—remembering that even if you lose sight of it for a moment, the sun is still there." Francis stressed the words, demanding the couple believe them. "And if each of you reminds yourselves often of what brought you together to begin with, everything else should fall into place."

Tears spilled down Liz's cheeks, for Francis reminded her and Red of what was important at the end of the day. Truer words were never spoken. She was positive of that.

"You'll turn together and look to the road you've traveled to reach this; the hour of your happiness." Francis looked out over the pomp and ceremony of this day. "It stretches far behind you, but your future lies ahead."

Feeling emotion welling in his own chest for the powerful words, Red inhaled a bracing breath, wishing now... Francis hadn't shortened the blessing. It appeared it was one that reminded a couple of what was important, not only in a marriage, but it was how each individual should treat one another, no matter the reason.

"A long and winding road where every turning means discovery. All the hopes, new laughter, shared tears..." Francis held their intent gaze. "Elizabeth, Red," he smiled gently, "your adventure has just begun."

Women frantically searched in their purses for tissue, dabbing the eyes hastily. Men sat straighter, shifting about for they felt the power of the words just as the woman, but they were men and men just didn't give in to emotional shit. Or they tried not to, in any case.

Maria Crocetti dabbed her eyes, lifting the mist-filled orbs to her husband, who leaned to place his mouth on hers. Elena's head lay on Antonio Jr.'s shoulder. The man was gently administering to her.

"And remember folks," Francis held up an expectant finger as he sought Silas' position in the back of the hall. The guard, who had meticulously watched the kid with a twinkle in his grey eyes, offered a subtle nod to proceed.

Francis, receiving the okay, quoted another popular Jimmy Stewart movie with a flourish. "... Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings."

A chorus of tingling bells met with his endeavors, which brought laughter and applause of appreciation for a job well done. Silas and Hunter strategically positioned Security throughout the audience, equipped with the small silver bells for just such an occasion, to compliment Francis' speech.

Silas stood stoically, ringing the tiny object as well, and by his side was the little princess herself, who turned about, swishing her bottom playfully. Someone had attached a strip of tiny bells to the billowing lace of the child's gown, sending merry chimes of delight throughout the immense hall.

Even Silas could not keep the smile from his lips as he looked down on the enchanting little girl and her mischievous grin.

Elizabeth clapped her hands together joyfully, her laughter more beautiful than any bell's toll to Red's ear. He shook his head for Francis' antics but sent a quiet nod Silas' way.

Each man, in his own way, had shared something very touching and intimate with Elizabeth and Red on this amazing day with such a display.

Red could not put into words the depth of the emotions he felt, which seemed to overwhelm for a time. He pulled himself together, of course, but it was one of the most difficult feats he had accomplished to date, were he honest with himself.

He could only guess what the woman at his side must be feeling.

The applause continued as Francis folded his speech into his pocket and approached Red with an outstretched hand. "I warmed them up for you." He leaned over, kissing Lizzy's wet cheeks, grinning for her admonishment.

"Look what you did to me, Francis Holbrook!" she dimpled softly for the man.

"You have never looked lovelier." Francis murmured his farewell.

"Thank you, Francis." Red said, holding tight to the man's hand. Francis nodded, then was gone.

Waiting for the young man to retake his seat, Judge Clark looked out over the room. "After that wonderful tribute," the man said, "it should come as no surprise, Raymond and Elizabeth have written their own vows..."

Liz looked at Red in open astonishment and delight.

"...And I am merely here to act in an official capacity." Judge Clark continued, shrugging amiable shoulders.

Red felt his excitement surge, for it meant the moment Elizabeth would be declared his wife was close on the horizon.

"Normally, I would say ladies first," Clark chuckled, "but tradition states the groom begins the rite," he teased, "most likely because they'll lose their nerve otherwise."

Rolling his eyes towards the officiant, Red lifted dubious brows, then recalled how he had felt moments before the beginning of the service.

"Though I sense," Clark drawled a chuckle, "that will not happen in this case."

"Don't lay bets on it." Red whispered for Lizzy's ears only and smiled playfully down at her.

He sought those mesmerizing eyes, reaffirming his grip on her hands.

Considering who was in attendance, Red had thought long and hard about how he could express his promises to Elizabeth without detailing too much of their personal life.

With that in mind, he hoped he hit upon a way to convey just how important this moment was to him. He decided to simply speak...from his heart.

"Who knew, when we met," Red began at the beginning, his attention focused solely on Lizzy, "we would be standing here today."

Releasing a soft snigger of amusement, Liz's cheeks plumped with her brightened smile as she recalled the trepidation she felt walking down the stairs towards a shackled Red Reddington.

Red would be just as shackled in a few moments, but she hoped... he would enjoy his capture a bit more this time around.

"You'll never truly understand how damned grateful I am that we are...standing here today." Red said, gently caressing Lizzy's fingers with his own. "It took you coming into my life to make me realize just how solitary and uninspiring my existence had become."

The woman's blue eyes, framed in the colors of the sunset, lifted upward; intent on each and every word this man would utter today.

"I went through the motions and lived the life fate handed me to the best of my ability." Red confessed, knowing Lizzy understood the deeper meaning. "It wasn't until I was introduced to your intelligence, humor and beauty... I understood all I had been missing."

Liz's eyes softened, her tiny fingers squeezing his harder to express the emotions he was evoking inside her.

"Our journey to date hasn't always been a smooth one, or without its obstacles," he admitted, "but I would not trade one day for anything less than what we experienced..." he spoke the truth, "for what we gained during those trials and tribulations made us who we are today."

The woman nodded minutely, lowering her head, thinking back on a few of those harrowing times.

"We learned to be a cohesive unit," Red continued his thoughts. "We built a mutual understanding and gained unwavering trust I have never experienced with another living soul."

Liz's eyes instantly sought Dembe Zuma, the blue orbs wide and shocked by such a statement. Red grinned, acknowledging his friend with a minute nod of his head. "Another female soul." he dutifully corrected.

Liz chuckled at Dembe's roll of the eyes. Red could sense the other man's annoyance that he had strayed from the expected norm. Dembe would forgive him, he knew.

"In you, Elizabeth... I have found all I need." Red said. "You are my confidante when one is desperately needed, my champion if doubts ever arise, and my challenger when I err in judgement or direction." he continued. "You allow me to voice my weakness and doubts without censure. You fight against me when I need a good shove in the right direction." his smile warmed. "Above all else, you remind me to never allow outside forces to determine our fate."

Liz teared up, forcing the emotion down with a strong clearing of her throat.

"I thought it was quite the red-letter-day when I finally was able to gain your friendship," Red remembered back to the time they achieved a level of harmony. "Which was a long and treacherous haul, believe you me. But the day that you agreed to be my wife... I felt I was the luckiest son-of-a-bitch alive."

Liz smiled tenderly, drawing in a cleansing breath. She steadied herself for the emotional juggernaut the man was providing with each syllable issuing from his sensual mouth.

"Now, here we are today," Red glanced about their surroundings, "about to embark on our newest milestone, one of which, I hope, will fill us with excitement and hope for whatever is to come."

The woman's eyes misted, the soft hues embellishing those mesmerizing orbs only adding to the drama of the moment. Red finally understood the phrase, 'getting lost in someone's eyes.'

"I have been granted the most precious gift in life... and that is having you by my side." Red said. "You, Elizabeth, are my everything. You are the woman I love with all my heart. Why God has been so kind to me, of all people..." he was still awed by the gift, "is only a testament to his willingness to forgive."

Those blue eyes closed, tears trickling down the flushed cheeks. She did not even brush them aside.

"Traditionally speaking, I suppose I am to say," Red quoted, "I will love you in good times and in bad, for richer for poorer, in sickness and health, for all the days of our life... but I wish to clarify what those words mean to me, and how seriously I take my vow to not only you, but our future."

Her gentle smile bid him proceed, those luminous eyes holding his heart spellbound.

"Today, I pledge my support to you." Red said. "Your goals, ambitions and dreams are now mine. I will stand beside you in any and all endeavors. I promise to never deviate from that path."

Lizzy sniffed quietly, blinking rapidly to hold back even more tears.

"No matter what hardships we face," Red replied evenly, transmitting a private message, "I vow to never leave your side. Never will there come a day… I won't be there as your protector, your strength or simply a shoulder to lean on if the need is there."

The small thumb eased over the heft of his hand lovingly.

"With you, I gladly and without hesitation share all my worldly goods." Red bit back an unexpected bubble of laughter, for the woman brightened... considerably. The woman's tears and melancholy were suddenly replaced by intense and focused interest on all being said.

Grinning widely, Liz turned, sharing her enthusiasm and good fortune with their audience. It was as if she suddenly realized just how fortunate she was to have landed someone of Red's stature and...wealth.

"For I feel our love," he stressed the word slowly and distinctively, "is a true and strong one built on trust and mutual respect," he emphasized his next point, "making those material possessions somehow seem... immaterial."

"Sure, sure.." Liz agreed emphatically, drawing a rumble of laughter. She blinked her surprise for their guests' reaction, turning a blank stare his way.

Red glanced over his shoulder towards Antonio, finding the older mobster chuckling his mirth. The man offered a nonchalant shrug of his shoulder, his eyes gleaming with merriment.

"I do love you... even if you are a blatant little thief," Red continued undauntedly, mindless of the woman's gasp of confusion for the turn of the narrative. "You steal," he further explained, "...my blankets, food right off my plate... my favorite socks. The remote."

"Your Titanium card." Mark helpfully called out the reminder from his position over by the orchestra.

Biting the inside of his cheek, Red held his smile, for Lizzy's mouth shifted into a wry slant as he listed her offenses. She threw Mark Donovan a chastising glare.

"Above all else, you have stolen my heart..." Red clarified.

Liz canted her head after a moment's hesitation, confirming all said.

"Your uncanny ability, or should I say, deviousness," Red pondered his upcoming fate aloud, "to offer me up as the sacrificial lamb in the blink of an eye, and without any warning what-so-ever, simply to redirect Antonio's ire away from you... is quite charming in its own way, I suppose."

Antonio tittered quietly as Elizabeth turned slowly his way, offering the man a small wave of her fingers. She pulled an adorable grimace when the spectators chuckled quietly. She gave an innocent shrug of her shoulders in reply, as if saying... well, who wouldn't?

"Regardless of these infinitesimal quirks," Red canted his head, his eyes softening, "or because of them... you are my chosen companion in life."

Inching closer to the woman, Red cupped Lizzy's cheek in his palm. "I vow to remain faithful to you for the rest of my life."

Liz quieted, but there was an ever so tiny hint of suspicion in those alluring eyes now.

"Your touch is one I long to feel," the man murmured roughly, "the one I crave... the one I need most in this world. No one on this Earth could provide me with such," his eyes closed momentarily, "such euphorically staggering pleasure, boundless affection or all-encompassing love."

Lizzy's mouth fell agape, her senses euphorically staggered by such words of praise.

"My desire to be by your side always is...unfathomable." The words only described a mere fraction of the depth of his desperation.

"There are so many things I wish to experience and share with you." Red's tone softened. "The possibilities of what our future could entail, excites me in unimaginable ways."

She caught his wrists as his hands lifted to her face.

"I want to build a home with you, to build a family in time, God willing...create a child with your eyes and that lovely hair." Liz's cheeks flushed as Red gently wrapped his finger about a wisp of hair framing that face.

"I long to show you far away places...to see them through your eyes." Red murmured, his thumbs smoothing the soft plains of Lizzy's cheek. "There is so much to do that we have not done."

"All these things would be a fantasy come to life. Words seem so impossible now." Red fought to express all the hope he felt. "The correct ones at least, to make you understand...to see what I see."

The woman kissed his palm gently.

"You have filled my heart with such boundless happiness, wondrous excitement, and profound love." Red felt the words with every fiber of his being. "It is my fervent wish to return those emotions in every imaginable way possible."

Liz's lips trembled with the need to weep, so moved was the woman.

"Not even death can part us," Red believed that with all his heart, "for our love is everlasting."

Liz placed her trembling fingers over his mouth, but the man kissed them aside.

"When that day comes," Red pledged, "I promise to be there waiting for you on the other side," Liz swiped the tear which dropped to his cheek, "where I will continue to love, cherish and honor you with all my heart...with every ounce left of my soul."

The woman shook her head minutely; the tears shimmering in her eyes; her love showing through the veil of heartfelt joy.

"Loving you is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." Red said, slowly dropping his hands to grip hers once more. "This is my sacred vow...to you, Elizabeth."

Giving Elizabeth a moment to ruminate on the vows pledged, and to somehow pull herself together after such an emotional gambit...the officiant smiled warmly in the woman's direction.

"Elizabeth, you too have promises you wish to express." the man bid the woman begin.

A small smile curved Liz's mouth, her eyes shimmering with love. "How do I follow that?" She quipped, swiping at her cheeks. The crowd smiled for her state and the reason behind it.

Liz quieted, lifting her gaze, which settled on the man before her for a long moment of solemn tranquility. "... Raymond."

Unaccustomed to hearing Lizzy refer to him by his given name, Red startled slightly, then chuckled. "Sorry... she rarely calls me that." he explained to any and all. "Normally, when she does, I'm in deep trouble." he added contritely.

The crowd tittered their amusement when Lizzy cut the man a scolding sweep of her eyes. She drew herself up, exhaling a shaky breath.

"I stand here today," Liz began, "a little nervous and very excited... but a total basket case, if anyone wants the absolute truth."

Red's gaze softened tenfold, his smile for her alone.

"Like you," she held his eyes steadily, "I never expected this would happen," she motioned. "I confess, there were times I wanted to strangle you in the beginning, for you were strong-willed and absolute in everything you did. Everything you attempted turned out amazingly well from beginning to end, so unlike my attempts at... anything." She laughed at her own folly.

Red lowered his countenance, musing over her words.

"But as time passed, and I got to know the real you, those emotions gradually changed." She confessed. "I fell in love with you so easily, it surprised even me. You are such a complicated man. I feel so privileged to have gotten to know you on such a personal level."

The man's eyes sought her out and the depth of emotions within those startling eyes took her breath from her body.

"I can't believe," she whispered, "the day I get to marry my best friend has finally arrived."

Red's slow smile caused her heart to beat furiously in her breast.

"From the moment our paths crossed," Liz continued, "you've supported and challenged me in ways I never knew possible... even when I didn't want you to," she crinkled her nose, "...especially when I didn't want you to."

The man lifted his head almost defiantly, his eyes twinkling with subdued mirth.

"You said we have been through so much together, not all of it easy. But together, we have made it through all that life has thrown at us." It was Liz's turn to face the world with dignity and grace. "I could not have done it without you by my side."

Red shook his head negatively, but he held his piece. She was so much stronger than she imagined; he knew.

"Living with you, day to day, has shown me what true happiness can be." Liz stated with such simplicity, it touched the man. "You make me feel safe, secure and loved."

Red's fingers tightened almost painfully on her smaller ones.

"Before I knew you," those blue eyes dropped almost shyly and Red had to lean slightly to hear the words, for they were spoken so softly, "I had no idea what love really was."

Red withdrew slightly, his brow furrowing a bit.

"I thought I did, but you have shown me what a partnership between a man and woman... is supposed to be," she said. "You have been patient and kind and thoughtful in all your dealings with me. I know that. Just as I know, it hasn't been an easy task for you."

Again, the man lowered his head, moved by the eloquence of the statement. He had grinned, but that gesture faded gradually to a more serious one.

"I hope to always be your biggest inspiration, as you are mine," Liz had long since forgotten any of her prepared speech. She merely spoke from her heart now. "I want to see all those amazing places you have seen...to share them with you. I want to build that home. I want that family so much." The blue eyes welled, but she sniffed, then swallowed the emotions. "And I hope our little one does have my hair and not yours."

Dembe's deep chuckle caused a similar riff of amused laughter to sweep the hall.

Red cut the man a look then lifted scolding brows to his soon to be bride, whose smile warmed his heart, even at such a moment.

"I suppose we could always buy him a little fedora, though." An impish quality danced in the azure blue eyes for a beat, but then the woman quieted, focusing her thoughts once again.

"I vow to respect and honor you, for you wholly deserve such consideration." She nodded gracefully. "I am so proud of you for striving to become a better person in all aspects when so few of us bother." Her brow knitted for the belief. "I adore the person you are. How could I not?"

Red wasn't sure how Lizzy viewed this wedding, but he saw it as a new beginning. A fresh start. Whatever was coming, whatever they faced in life, the dynamics had changed.

Watch the fuck out world. He never felt stronger or more determined. With this woman by his side, all things were possible. He felt this to his very marrow. There was a new depth to his resolve.

The words Lizzy was reciting today also acted as a reminder to push forward and fight for a resolution to what they both wanted most in their lives.

"I promise to work together...to be your partner in crime, if that is what it takes," Liz smiled, "and with you, that's kind of a no-brainer, I guess." She quipped. "Doesn't matter, whatever it takes to make your day go a little better."

Red grinned, chuckling lowly.

"You are a fighter, a survivor." She ran her hand down the front of his lapel. "I hope to continue to keep learning from you, the lessons you have to teach. I want to keep one foot on the ground, and our heads in the clouds as any ambitious dreamer must do to bring his goals to fruition." Her fingertips traced the white bud of the rose in his boutonniere. "I hope you allow me to dream with you."

"You are my dream." He whispered serenely. Liz leaned, nuzzling his chin lovingly.

"I pledge to share my whole heart with you and to remember to show you how deeply I care for you, each and every day of our lives." the woman's voice broke slightly. "I know life will not always be easy. We are no strangers to hard times. Some would say we lead a charmed life. I say... they better walk a while in our shoes."

The man thought back over the last few weeks. No... this woman's life had been anything but charmed.

"But on the other hand, they would be right." Liz shrugged. "We have enough, we have more than enough. God has truly touched us in ways that astound me at times. And then... he gave me you on top of everything else."

The silence came as those gathered digested the words spoken, perhaps putting the emphasis on their own lives.

"You want a family. I want that too." the woman's cheeks flushed, "Our household will be filled with laughter and good friends and a million kids!"

Red laughed genuinely for the enthusiasm displayed.

"I promise to not get annoyed, as I do now, with the fact, you seem to know every trivia question ever written." this brought a smile from the crowd. "It isn't your fault, Dembe keeps you up most nights playing the game. Or that you are such a competitive person."

Red shrugged muscled shoulders, accepting his lot in life.

"It's not your fault you're so very wise and supposedly experienced in everything under the sun... right?"

Red's eyes narrowed, noting the mischievous glint in the woman's eye.

"Just like I can't help that you are old...er," she drawled the word purposely, batting her lashes innocently at him, "than I am."

"Or wiser." Red got back a little of his own, his expression a smug one.

Maria leaned into her husband's shoulder. "He had that one coming." She held her amusement for the artful turn of the screw.

"Nor can you really blame me for trying to sway Antonio to see my side of an issue." Liz countered, her nose lifting primly in the air. "Wasn't it you, with all your vast knowledge," she stressed, "who taught me all about the survival of the fittest?"

"That was me," Silas interjected, lifting his voice from the back of the hall, "in this case, however, I will graciously give Red all the credit."

Red cut the guard a wry look before refocusing his attention where it was needed.

"I would share with you my worldly goods," Liz said, primly straightening Red's tie, "but since what's yours will be mine, and vice versa. The gesture seems kind of..."

"Moot?" Red made mention. "Pointless?"

"Yeah, that." Liz smiled brightly. "I like how you catch onto a theme so quickly."

"I seem to be catching a lot along about now." He concurred, good-naturedly.

"Anyway, besides my dog Hudson, an extensive collection of romance novels..."

"A majority of which I purchased," Red muttered, falling into the spirit of things.

"And some Ikea furniture, that's in pretty decent condition," Liz peddled her assets, much to the amusement of their guests, "but not put together as yet..."

"Hey, we can do that for a wedding gift, you think?" Francis quietly murmured to Ben, volunteering their services.

Ben grimaced an askew expression. "Shut up, man... she's on a roll."

"All I really have to offer you, aside from my love," Liz continued, lifting inquisitive blue eyes, "... is a pretty good time?"

Catching the underlying hint of sexual innuendo, Red's brows lifted of their own accord.

Shifting his attention to the Judge, Red shrugged. "Seems like a decent trade-off to me."

"I thought so." Liz smiled cheerfully.

Red licked his lips thoughtfully, his eyes deepening on the woman's pretty face.

Demanding Red's attention, Liz stepped closer into the man's sphere, holding his gaze hypnotically.

"I fully expect you to be waiting for me in heaven," Liz smiled in an attempt to lighten the moment somewhat, "as you are old...er than I am."

"Yeah, yeah," Red glanced towards the Judge once more, "can I kiss her yet?"

Chuckling, Judge Clark lifted placating hands. "Soon..." the man soothed. "I believe Elizabeth has more to say."

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of." Red muttered.

"You listen up, Raymond Reddington." She used her firm voice and expression, stepping even closer, her breath smelling sweet and clean.

Red gave the woman his undivided attention because she demanded it.

"... I vow to remain faithful to you the rest of my life." she succinctly stated. "Your touch is all I'll ever want or need. The warmth and overwhelming sensation your embrace provides is better than any amount of chocolate which exists." Her eyes closed for a beat. She raised her mouth, as if asking for a kiss. "No other person in the entire galaxy has ever made me feel so beautiful, cherished... or loved."

Liz's expression softened. "I promise to love you loyally and fiercely to my last breath." She touched his lips ever so gently with the tips of her fingers. "And beyond, if God allows. I freely give over my heart...and soul to you. For all eternity."

Red pursed his lips against the tiny appendage, holding it firmly in place.

"As I have given you my hand to hold, so I give you my life to keep." Liz said. "I can't wait to begin our lives together as husband and wife."

The following silence was filled with occasional sniffs of emotional response and the electric charge of expectancy as all waited out the moment.

The officiant stepped forward.

"Now that you have pledged your love and fidelity to one another," Judge Clark's expression was a solemn one, "please present the emblems to seal your commitment and eternal love."

Dembe stepped up, placing the rings in the Judge's capable hand.

"Raymond..." Clark handed the sparkling gems over.

Taking Lizzy's hand, Red held the ring poised. "Elizabeth, I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my vows and enduring love."

Sliding the rings down her finger, Red lifted the small hand, kissing the gems reverently.

"As it encircles your finger," he said, turning the setting upright, "may it remind you always that I will remain by your side until my dying day."

"...Elizabeth." Judge Clark held her choice aloft.

Red avidly watched Lizzy as she took his hand in hers, before she realigned her eyes with his.

"Raymond, I give you this ring as a token of my devotion and love for you." Liz offered her own pledge, slipping the ring in place. "Let it be a reminder that I will love you with all my heart and remain by your side forever."

Clasping his hands tightly, Red smiled as Lizzy absently massaged his fingers with her own.

"Before God and these witnesses, you have pledged to be joined in marriage." Judge Clark smiled warmly. "You have now sealed this pledge by the giving and receiving of rings. Let these rings be a symbol of the never-ending love you have promised to one another."

Red stroked his thumb along the rings adorning Lizzy's finger, enjoying the sensation of the additional width now in place.

"As we close the ceremony today," Judge Clark spoke directly to Red and Elizabeth, "I want to remind you... marriage takes work."

Having witnessed the couple's exchange today and the affection between them. Clark felt... sensed these two people truly knew the meaning of that phrase.

"Striving to attain happiness is as important as leaning on one another during the difficult periods." Clark continued. "Mutual dedication, comfort, encouragement and patience for one another... are the keys to achieving the goals you both have set forth this day."

Red looked at the woman by his side. Elizabeth's soft gaze rested on his face.

"No one knows what your future holds or where your journey will take you," Clark said, "but no matter the unknown, remain committed to the vows you have pledged today," he paused, "and together you will accomplish wonderful things."

Red nodded sedately. Lizzy sniffed quietly, holding tight to Red's hands.

"Now, for the moment we have waited for all day," Clark's grin widened, "by the authority vested in me by the great state of Texas," he bowed his head respectfully, "it is my great honor and absolute pleasure to pronounce you... husband and wife. Go forth and live each day to the fullest. "

The audience stirred upright in their seats, the anticipation building.

"You may seal this declaration with a kiss." Clark's Southern drawl added charm to the moment. "Go on now, son... kiss your beautiful bride." the man waved a flourishing hand.

Red had waited for this moment all day. This one single moment where he bound Lizzy to him for eternity.

Looking down into Lizzy's glowing features, Red's heart thumped hard in his chest as the full scope of the moment took hold.

This kiss wouldn't be like others they shared. This was a symbol...one which meant everything.

He wouldn't just be kissing Elizabeth... but his wife.

Cupping her small face in his palms, Red's thumbs stroked the pink hue of Lizzy's cheeks as he leaned in, gently placing his mouth to hers.

It was amazing how one simple kiss changed his perspective on every other single thing in his universe.

This kiss sparked an electrical current the likes of nothing he ever experienced before. The sweet, affectionate caress was everything everyone always said it should be, and it shook the man to his very core.

Maybe there was something to the tradition of parting the couple before the wedding. Maybe that's why everything held such meaning and purpose this day. He hoped like hell he never had to experience the sensation again, however.

Right now, Lizzy's lips felt like a drop of rain after an unbearable drought. He couldn't imagine ever tiring of her kiss.

Increasing the gentle pressure, both exhaled shakily as relief took hold.

"Hey! We're getting hungry here!" Francis called out, holding his watch aloft.

Breaking the lock, Red was surprised to find their position had changed... dramatically. His hand, which had cradled Lizzy's face so gently, had somehow slipped beneath her immaculate hair. His free arm held her tight about her slender waist, aligning her body flush against his.

Daniel silenced Francis by placing his big hand over the boy's equally big mouth. "Never you mind about him, Red... just act like we're not here, cowboy."

Smiling down at the radiant woman, Red kissed Lizzy's beautiful mouth once more.

Breaking the moment, Red was suddenly very eager to have Lizzy to himself. "... Let's get the hell out of here." he whispered huskily.

Offering Elizabeth his arm, Red smiled as she eagerly looped hers about his.

Taking their first steps down the stairs, they strolled back down the aisle together... as it was always meant to be.

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LIZZINGTON

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AUTHOR NOTE: Francis recited the, Apache Wedding Blessing, which was written in 1947 by Elliott Arnold in his Western novel Blood Brother. The poem was popularized by the 1950 adaptation of the novel in a movie called Broken Arrow.

There are many variations of this poem listed under different titles available.