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)

196. Pleasant Valley Friday

July 11

Red came on board the jet, glancing about aimlessly. "I see your dresses have arrived safe and sound."

He motioned to the back of the plane where the precious cargo hung meticulously on special hooks the pilot had seen to, as instructed just days before.

Liz's face brightened, and she put aside her purse, rushing to check out the gowns were in the pristine condition she left them.

"Once the bags are loaded," Red stepped forward to help Dembe secure Silas' bed with straps and stops, "we'll be taking off."

He noted Lizzy's hasty approach as her guard passed through the opened portal of the plane. She hovered about as the nurse settled Silas in. The guard, however, was oblivious to the slight jostling boarding had caused.

"He's fine." The woman, who was the epitome of professionalism, assured the family of her patient. "Dr. Lister wanted a little extra kick to his patient's meds to ensure a comfortable transition."

"He's already in another time zone." Was Dembe's considered opinion.

Red hoped the statement was a correct one. "I want this damned flight to be over so we can get him settled in his rooms."

Dembe nodded. "He wishes that as well."

"Aren't Francis and Mark flying with us?" Liz asked. "They could help with Silas when we get to the air–"

"Francis and Mark flew out with Antonio a short time ago. I told you, remember?" Red reminded.

"Oh, yes." Liz sighed. "I'd forget my head if it weren't attached. Of course you did."

"I have alerted Joe and the guys to meet us upon landing." He soothed away any concern.

The woman's face fell, and she sat heavily, placing her hand over Silas' absently. The small fingers curved desperately to the larger one, the pressure apparent to Red's watchful eyes.

He sat in the opposite seat, having exchanged looks with Dembe. The man moved off discretely to allow them time.

"What's going on with you, baby?" Red reached, taking her free hand. "Talk to me."

"We're not getting our honeymoon," Liz studied her guard's face meticulously, "...are we?" It suddenly hit her. "And Silas is hurt, Francis is devastated, and Ben..."

Lowering his chin, Red regretfully shook his head. "Lizzy..."

Sighing shakily, Liz lowered downcast eyes. "I know," she murmured sadly, "...I'm just feeling sorry for myself but–"

Leaning forward, Red braced his forearms on his thighs. "Once we inform Cooper of the status of things and get everyone squared away," he promised, "we will go for our honeymoon, I promise."

He kissed Lizzy's sad mouth. "In the meantime," he offered, "we could enjoy date nights, perhaps even stay in a hotel for the weekend... just me and you?"

Attempting a smile, Liz nodded. "I'd like that."

"Raymond," Dembe approached quietly as to not disturb Silas, "we're about to depart. Seatbelts, please." He relayed the pilot's instructions and motioned to the sign.

Nodding his understanding, Red once again helped assure Silas' safety before re-taking his seat beside Elizabeth.

"We'll sit here by Silas and recount all his many misadventures with the women in his life." Red tried to lighten the mood. "Should take up most the trip and royally piss him off, what'd'ya think?"

Turning her attention out the window, Liz watched their plane taxi down the runway before it gained in speed and lifted off.

"I don't want to leave." She murmured quietly, her brow crinkled furiously. "I don't want to go back."

"Why?" Red wrapped his arm about the woman, stroking her side.

"I don't think we'll get a warm reception on our return home." She turned to face the man, her expressive eyes filled with regret and heartache. "Which really pisses me off because you've been so good to me. How dare anyone judge you...or us."

"Do you regret what we've done?" Red wanted her to question her state of mind.

"Absolutely not!" She looked up at Red. "I just know none of the people I know are going to be supportive. They can't see our happiness for what it is. All they'll see is..."

"An FBI agent married to a felon." Red nodded his understanding. "May I ask why you care what they think?"

Liz tilted her head, frowning. "That's actually a very good question. Why do I care?" She lifted confused eyes. "Red... I don't know why."

"I don't either, sweetheart." He admitted. "But I don't think it will be as bad as you expect. I'm sure that Samar and Aram will be at least..." No word came to mind, for he wasn't sure what anyone would think, to be truthful.

"They can be whatever they want." Liz lifted a defiant chin. "And really, that our real friends are happy for us means a lot." She finally smiled. "It means so much, Red."

"You're forgetting the most important person and what they think." He reminded artfully. "You, Lizzy. Are you happy?"

"Yes, I am." Her smile softened. "I've never been so happy. It's like everything is where it should be except..." she glanced at Silas.

"Then that's all that matters." Red formed a plan. "Look, why don't we go back, see how you feel and if it doesn't hold the same meaning that it once did. Quit."

"Just like that?" She smiled wistfully.

"Yes, I told you, I will support you in any decision you make regarding your work." He shrugged any concern away. "If you want to quit and work as a consultant, then do it. If you want to be my little stay-at-home wife...I second that emotion."

"You mean that, don't you?" A weight lifted somewhere in the Cosmos.

"Of course I do." He scowled down at her. "Personally, I'm leaning towards the stay-at-home wife, as the position has definite perks for me."

"Oh, it does, does it." Liz lay her head against the man's shoulder. "Think it might?"

"Then I can be with you any time of day or night that I want." Red stated his thoughts. "You could travel with me." He brightened.

"I do anyway." She held her amusement, motioning to their present situation.

"Yes, but we wouldn't be constantly bothered by Donald all the time." Red pulled a face. "In any case, take comfort in the fact that one day, the situation we find ourselves in may change for the better."

"What do you mean?" She shifted more closely.

"Lizzy, do you believe me when I tell you that I'm where I am because I was framed." He knew it must be a stretch for anyone to believe. "Be honest, it won't hurt my feelings."

"In the beginning? I didn't," she had time to think on her past mistakes, "but I was wrong about other things. Let's just say that I hope you can clear your name, but if you can't, I don't care." Liz sought his hand, her own warm and soft on his callouses. "I just wish everyone could know the person I know." She leaned, planting a gentle kiss on his mouth. "Why do people always assume the worst? And you know they will."

"Just remember that they don't mean anything in the grand scheme of things. What we feel is all that's important." Red lifted their clasped hands, kissing Lizzy's soft skin. "One day, none of this will matter anymore, one way or other."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Either I clear my name and you finally learn about your parents. Or we'll be old and grey and not give a shit anymore."

"You're always so optimistic." Liz finally grinned, her mood lifting slightly. "I just think back on our time at Mark's. Such good times and some not so good times." Her brow furrowed slightly. "And then...Ben and Amy."

"It's okay to think about all the time we shared at Mark's." Red fingers worried hers, his gaze direct and open. "The good and the bad. It's how a human distinguishes emotions that have to be dealt with sooner or later, sweetheart."

"It's all so surreal." She bemoaned the fact. "Our lives seem so surreal at times, Red. Am I wrong? Does the stuff that happens to us happen to everyone? We can't be that different from anyone else, surely."

"All humans are faced with challenges." He knew. "Some have cancer, some worse. Some land on the moon, some land in the depths of a drug induced nightmare. It is what it is, baby. I wish it were different. Who doesn't, but it's not."

She shifted a gaze to Silas.

"He's strong, Lizzy." Red's features softened. "He'll make it just fine. You'll see."

She forced a smile. "Will we make it?"

"...Just fine." His smile was not forced. "You'll see."

---

LIZZINGTON

---

"Baby, I have to go check in with Antonio. Joe will help with Silas." Red motioned to the waiting trio at the bottom of the flight of stairs. "Will you be okay for a while or do you want to come along with–"

"Oh, no." Liz vetoed that notion instantly. "I'll stay with Silas and see he gets home safely."

"Honey, he has three very experienced security men to look after him." Red smiled a greeting to Joe and the gang down below. "I think..."

"I want to stay." Liz demurred. "Silas would want me to stay."

"Well, whatever you think, but sweetheart, just let the guys do their job. They got this covered...really."

"Oh, I know that." Liz smiled brightly. "I know they do. I'd just feel better staying here until Silas is loaded and everything."

Red nodded, kissing her gently before walking the steps of the plane. "You men are on your own." He mentioned in passing, his tone low that Liz couldn't hear. "She's kinda over-protective of late. Just try for pleasant..."

Joe nodded discretely. "No problem, Cap. We'll get it done."

"Well, I'll pray for you." Red slapped David on the shoulder as he passed.

Dembe only shook his head woefully, following Raymond's lead. "She complained to the pilot about the turbulence...said it was disrupting her guard's rest cycle."

"I know, Dembe, I know." Red sympathized. "Cut her some slack."

Joe climbed the stairs, smiling pleasantly to a welcoming Elizabeth Reddington.

"He's inside, Joe." The woman moved back into the plane, motioning the two men to follow.

"That's pretty much what I figured, Mrs. Reddington." Joe tried for formal as well as... pleasant.

"Oh, stop it." Liz snapped her pique. "I'm Liz, or Lizzy.. so just don't." She led the way to Silas' hospital bed. "I don't know how we're going to get him down those stairs." She fretted.

"There's a lift waiting, Ma'am." David replied. "It's gonna be a breeze."

"Liz... or Lizzy." She reminded absently, then frowned. "Speaking of breezes, do you think we should put on some more blankets? It's windy out there." Liz enquired, searching out her guard's serenely composed face.

"It's July...Liz." Joe pointed out. "I think he'll be okay."

"But it might be cold with the air-conditioner in the transport van." She said, methodically smoothing Silas' lone blanket.

"We'll just take an extra blanket, then." Joe compromised, handing the one the nurse offered to his counterpoint. "We can lay it on the gurney."

"I can carry it." Liz piped up helpfully, taking the object.

"Well, we'll just get started then." Joe unhooked the security straps from the wall, moving the bed out and towards the front of the jet.

"Try not to wake him, please." Liz whispered softly, motioning to her guard.

"Yeah." Joe smiled. "We won't...promise."

As time marched on and hundreds of instructions later, Joe's attempt at pleasant was wearing thin.

"Be careful!" Liz scooted alongside the gurney, an anxious expression on the pretty face. "Don't let's jostle him. He's sleeping so peacefully...watch out for that bump!" She practically screamed the warning, pointing frantically. "It's a big one! Oh, that's the transport van...right there."

"The one that says, transport, on the side?" Joe offered the woman a subdued look.

"Yes, that one. The blue one." Liz hurried over in the direction needed. "Silas likes blue, so I got him that one."

"Okay." Joe smiled...pleasantly...well, actually, the perpetual smile seemed plastered to his face by now. "Just gonna load him in now." He motioned to the opened back panels that his assistants had rushed forward to...open.

"Oh, okay but gently guys, remember." It was cautioned with a shhh finger to her lips. "Ever so gently, we don't want to wake him up, remember."

Joe gave David a meaningful look. "Are we carrying any chloroform in the SUV?" He asked sotto voce.

"We always carry chloroform in the SUVs." David smiled...pleasantly over.

"Just a thought." Joe grimaced regretfully, knowing his intended plan could never really be implemented.

"I don't think we need chloroform, guys." Liz had overheard the comment, obviously. "He really is resting just fine without it." She sought out the nurse. "Did Dr. Lister prescribe that?" She asked suspiciously.

The nurse shook her head minutely, holding her grin, for she had also overheard the men's amusing exchange, but she had heard its entirety.

"We got this, Elizabeth. Maybe you want to go stand over there by Red?" Joe asked hopefully. "He probably needs you to...stand by him or...something important like that."

Liz waved the suggestion aside. "Red's fine. Can we somehow pivot the gurney around, so the sun isn't in Silas' eyes?" She pivoted with her hands to illustrate her meaning.

"We could put him in the cargo hold." David suggested evenly. "No light in there at all."

Liz glanced contemplatively at the area. "...No." She mused thoughtfully. "If he wakes up in there and there's no one with him, it might alarm him somewhat. We don't want that, guys." Her brow crinkled. "Besides, we just got him off the jet. It would be silly to put him back, right?"

The nurse was placing her carry-on into the middle area of the transport, briskly checking supplies and meds.

"But what we could do..." Liz brightened as an idea struck. "Is go into the gift shop and buy him some sunglasses, although they have to be ultra cool ones, cause you know how he is about his appearance and then we could..."

"Shut the hell up, woman!"

Both men sought out the source of the surly, coarse rejoinder. Joe held his grin, for he knew instantly where that suggestion had come from.

"...Silas?" Liz's eyes were as big as saucers. She squealed, hurrying forth, her hands clutching the sides of the gurney in a death grip. "Silas...is that you?"

"Who the fuck else would it be?" The grumbled curse came and went. "Leave these men alone, you little succubus!" It was grated. "You're driving them crazy and me with them. They'll drop my ass just to get back at you."

Elizabeth shared her joy and glee with any innocent bystander. "They wouldn't do that, Silas! Really! Oh, it's so good to–"

"Shut...up." Silas repeated slowly but succinctly.

"Okay." Liz happily searched the handsome face religiously, but the man's eyes remained closed. "Silas, is there anything you want? Anything you need? We have pickles! The big ones like the movie theaters have. I know you love those, right?" She gestured behind her. "Well, we've got some on the jet!"

"Get over here." He motioned curtly, his large hand appearing out from under the blanket at his side.

"Okay." Liz hurried closer, bending down. "I'm here."

"...Do I like my nurse?" The gruff question was accompanied by the grey eyes opening ever so accusingly.

Liz glanced at the woman, who remained blissfully unaware her patient had awakened fully. "Eh...she's very pretty." She forced a smile.

Those grey eyes darkened with a brooding intensity.

"Oh, Silas." Liz caved, wailing her dismay. "She's very efficient." She apologized profusely. "She's professional, no-nonsense and very prim and proper." She leaned closer and Silas could smell mint gum. "Silas...she just simply is not our type of people." She grimaced slightly, patiently awaiting the man's verdict.

"Find me someone else."

Liz was happy again. "I can do that!" She perked right up. "I'm on it!"

Joe tugged on his ear, grinning for the exchange. "We'll get you home, Silas. Good to have you back, buddy."

"Good to be back." Silas gave the guy a smile, then shifted narrowed eyes towards Liz. "For the most part."

---

LIZZINGTON

---

"We have a welcoming party." Red offered his hand to assist Lizzy to slide from the backseat. He patiently waited for her to gather her magazines, purse, and sweater.

Antonio Crocetti looked as if he belonged in any setting which surrounded the guy, in Red's opinion. Red knew this was his home, but somehow, it felt as if the older man had taken complete charge of the establishment. And Red found he didn't really mind, to his chagrin.

"Elizabeth." Antonio took the woman's hands for she had hastily fostered all her stuff off on Red, who gamely juggled the objects to the best of his ability. Liz presented her cheek for the perfunctory kiss the older man always gave over. "Maria and the other young ladies are in-house, awaiting your arrival."

"Sorry we're running behind. We had to make sure Silas was set up and comfortable." Liz waved a hand back to the guard's quarters.

"Of course." Antonio smiled ingratiatingly. "I trust he suffered the trip in silence, as is his way."

"Well..." Red handed off Liz's things to a nearby security man, "Silas did...not so much my wife." He offered over a blank stare to his wife.

"I said I was sorry." Liz pouted prettily. "I'm just concerned for Silas." She leaned close. "You won't forget to change the nurse, remember."

"Silas doesn't like efficient, capable women he can't push around." Red explained the conversation to an interested Antonio Crocetti. "He wants one who will baby him and give frequent back rubs."

Liz was nodding affably. "And won't mother him or get all pissy if he drinks a beer or two, Joe said."

Red lifted a hand as if to say, we have our assignment well in hand.

"But Red, make sure you give the nurse a glowing reference and extra money, so she doesn't hate us." Liz whispered once again.

"I will do just that, sweetheart, not to worry." Red dutifully complied.

Antonio held his amusement for the man's predicament. "There is a reception waiting." He leaned ever so close to conspire, and Liz was inundated with the most pleasant masculine scent. She blinked her awe. The man smelled heavenly, always did.

"Prepare yourselves." Antonio's smile was a mischievous one, and he waved an imperious hand for them to follow.

"Oh, my god." Red sighed lightly seeing his entire security team congregating in mingled bunches as they rounded the corner of their house, walking the paved path which led to the front entrance. "This should be interesting." He shared a grin with the older man beside him.

Liz pulled up short, a puzzled look on the pretty face as she approached the men.

"What the hell is wrong with you goons?" She demanded to know. "Silas is just fine. As if I would not take care of–"

A bombardment of birdseed and gummy bears hit the woman full force, halting her admonishment. She squealed her delight, fending off what she could.

"Are you crazy?" She giggled infectiously, swatting shoulders and spitting out birdseed as she went down the gathered line. "Is it birdseed...is it birdseed, right, Red? It's not confetti, is it... oh, it doesn't matter!" She turned, sending sprays of seed trickling from her hair. Gummy bears, having been attached in some of the oddest places on her person, fell about her in a cascade.

One of the more burly guards grabbed the woman, bending her back effortlessly, planting a sedate kiss on her cheek.

Liz's laughter echoed about the area as she allowed the horseplay good-naturedly. Guard after guard patiently waited for their turn after the woman had been righted. Since the husband was in-house, so to speak, not one man overstepped any boundaries, not that they would have anyway, Red didn't think. Or...maybe not.

He chuckled quietly, watching the scene. People had piled out of the house, having heard the racket minutes back. Nora stood by, smiling serenely. Maria shook her head for the shenanigans, but she, too, was smiling.

Mark stood with his arm about Amanda's waist, his eyes gentle on the scene. He discretely removed his arm when he noted Antonio noting said arm.

Amanda gave the man a perturbed glance, which Mark chose to ignore.

Melissa smiled up at a pensive Francis Holbrook who seemed to be somewhere else for the time being, a blank look on the kid's handsome face.

"You apes are passing me around like a bottle of scotch." Liz straightened her clothes, patting her hair anxiously. "I feel the love."

Gentle laughter met with the remark.

"Thanks, goons." The woman's eyes softened. "I love you too. Well, maybe not you, Frank." She sent the guy a scolding look, for he was the only one who had the balls to kiss her on the mouth, however fleeting. "I think you slipped me some tongue there."

Red's brow furrowed darkly, uncertain if the woman was giving both men the business or not.

Frank held up his hands in the universal sign of innocence. "Oh, shit... I wouldn't, Cap."

"How about me?" A masculine voice broke the tension. "I'll slip you some tongue...both ends, if you like."

Red casually reached to the spot his weapon rested in its holster.

Silas rolled his eyes expressively. Red's eyes deepened.

Antonio lay a restraining hand on the action. "He is already wounded, Reddington. It wouldn't be as sporting."

"Yeah, it'd be like shooting a duck in a barrel." Francis vetoed such unsportsmanlike behavior.

"Fish." Antonio corrected blandly. "Fish...in a barrel, boy."

"Same difference, sir." Francis assured one and all.

Liz turned, eyes bright and bewildered. "You shouldn't be out of bed!"

"My words exactly to the nurse, but she shot me down." Silas' eyes turned accusingly. "When is her replacement arriving again?"

"What are you doing here?" Liz's scold turned more towards Dembe, who was pushing Silas in a wheelchair down the smooth cement of the path. "I'm serious, and I mean it!"

"There's been enough seriousness for a while." Silas decreed. "If there's going to be a party, I'm there, so shut the hell up and let's take this inside where the food and drink and lovely women await." He eyed those available with undue interest, if the men's expressions standing beside those lovely women, were any criteria.

"Oh...okay." Liz's attitude changed instantly. "We can do that." She motioned for everyone to reenter the house, heading out with a bounce in her step.

"Wait a minute." Nora's face was crestfallen. "Don't I get to see the bride carried over the threshold?"

"Yeah, Lizzy." Francis was back from his space journey. "What's that all about?"

"Oh, come on." Red feigned irritation. "Do you people like to see me suffer?"

Liz gasped, turning about, her face comically askew. "Excuse me?"

"You're as light as a feather, precious," Red grinned, sauntering forward, "and I can't wait to take you in my arms."

"That's a hell of a sight better, thank you." Liz sent the man a scathing reprimand of a glare, hands on those shapely hips.

"Better get used to it." Maria cast Antonio a similar glance. "The magic wears off very quickly with men."

"You wound me, darling." Antonio's eyes deepened. "I cherish you as much now, if not more, than the day I first laid eyes upon your lovely features."

"You're so full of it." Maria decided, then confided in Nora. "But it's still rather pleasant to hear the bullshit, I suppose."

Nora grinned her amusement.

Mark shifted stunned eyes to Maria Crocetti. "That woman has balls of steel." It was his turn to confide in Amanda, who chuckled musically at the man's expression.

Red swung Liz gingerly into his embrace, enjoying the woman's giggle as her arms encircled his neckline.

"Make way, people, wide load coming through." Silas couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Liz threw the man daggers. "Dembe, push him into the rose bushes."

"Right foot, remember." Nora watched the proceedings carefully. "It's bad luck otherwise."

"I already Googled it, Nora." Francis informed the fretful woman. "It also protects them from evil spirits, and hopefully, telemarketer calls."

"Did you know the sapphire in the rings you gave her symbolizes marital bliss?" The young man called out to a patiently waiting Red Reddington.

"I was vaguely aware, yes." Red smiled politely, holding the woman in his arms.

Liz settled more comfortably against Red's chest while they waited, adjusting her hold on his neckline.

"Okay, smarty, did you know that getting a haircut on a Tuesday in India is bad luck?" Francis retaliated in a rather spiteful manner, Red thought.

"Eh...no." Red stated emphatically. He checked with Lizzy, who shrugged complacent shoulders. Holding his bundle securely, he braced his back against the brick facade, kissing the tip of the woman's nose absently.

"Did you know, Francis, that I can break your neck in four different places, even sitting in this chair?" Silas asked pleasantly.

"Eh...no." Francis seemed quite impressed with the acquired knowledge.

Pushing from his perch, Red smiled at Silas' wit, stepping across the threshold. He kissed Lizzy's sweet lips gently before placing her to the floor amid claps of congratulations and cheers from the guys.

"Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Reddington." Nora beamed at the happy couple.

They made room for the others to enter; Red shaking hands, Liz returning warm hugs.

"Make a hole." Silas motioned as Dembe rolled him forward.

Those gathered ignored his surly mood, because mostly...they were all accustomed to it by now.

Nora led the party to a lovely, arranged wedding feast, complete with obscene balloon animals in rather compromising poses, which Francis proudly announced were creations of his rather artistically warped mind.

A rather boisterous time was had by all, culminating when Nora gifted the couple with a miniature wedding cake made especially with her loving hands.

"Oh, Nora, it's absolutely beautiful!" Liz gushed over the cake and the topper in their initials, hugging the woman enthusiastically.

"And it tastes divine." Maria closed her eyes with ecstasy, recalling the memory of the mouthwatering delicacy melting on her tongue.

Liz looked at the cake, then the woman. "How do you know? It's complete."

"Because I was there to taste test the smaller version which she made for Francis. Minus the topper, of course." Maria explained.

Liz sent the man a, you didn't ask that, look.

Francis sent her a, oh, yes, I did, rejoinder. "You ate some of my cake?" He accused Maria Crocetti.

"Yes, I did, Francis." The woman turned her full attention to the young man. "What about it?"

"...Nothing, my love." Francis lost the attitude. "I hope you enjoyed it."

Maria went back to her musings, none the worse for wear.

"Thank you, Nora." Red smiled, leaning to kiss the woman's cheek in open affection. "What an amazing thing to have done."

"Cut it!" Francis called out to them both. "Cut the crap and get to the cake!" He rubbed his hands together joyously. "I get the first piece."

"After the bride and groom?" Nora reminded all too pleasantly.

"Whatever." Francis moped. "They really already had theirs, my love." He remembered he had used the same endearment for his other love, hastily amending the error. "My precious love."

Nora and Maria both sighed heavily, then both women noticed a very put upon...Melissa Stewart, whose expression did not bode well for the young man in question.

Francis followed the older women's eyesight, startling to awareness. "Oh, Missy... I forgot you were there."

Nora offered a double take, for she couldn't believe the words had come out of Francis' mouth. Maria sent the boy a mom glare for the same reason.

Melissa's mouth fell agape for the insult, her face twisting in an, I could just cry, gesture.

"I didn't forget, per se." Francis back tracked rapidly. "Of course I knew you were there. Of course I did. I meant," he stopped, his mind racing, "...you are my most precious love ever! My one and only, eh..." he began to sweat because he was now surrounded by the women he most coveted and his present love interest. "Not that you two angels are not my..."

"Give it up, lad." Antonio came to the man's rescue, guiding Francis gently away from the gathering danger. "Walk away from the battlefield while you are still able to do so."

"I got this..." Francis was pretty sure.

"No..." Antonio was just as sure, "no you don't."

Francis cast an apologetic look in all directions needed, but wisely followed the older man's lead.

Maria rolled her eyes expressively. Nora tried very hard to hold her amusement, if only for the young girl's sake by her side.

Melissa seemed beyond devastated, after all.

"All men are idiots, dear." Maria advised. "He put his foot into it, yes, but he means well. It's just a little fantasy he plays out occasionally. Doesn't mean a thing."

"Francis is simply a very creative young man. You should be happy he has such an inventive mind." Nora scolded superficially.

"Yes." Maria jumped on the bandwagon. "That's exactly what he has. Lucky girl, you, yes?"

"I'm n-not sure I understand what that means." Melissa didn't. "Or how it applies to...this situation."

"An inventive mind? Creativity?" Maria was clearly impressed with the thought. "A woman can't go wrong with those two abilities to play with. I envy you your up-coming nights."

"Absolutely, yes." Nora feigned excitement. "Young people are so fortunate to have romance in their lives. And especially a man who can stir the embers of desire with such an active brain."

Melissa blinked her shock, her mouth snapping shut. "I-I think I should maybe... go to Francis."

"I would were I you." Maria advised sagely. "If I were a century younger, I would give you a run for your money, young lady."

Nora compressed her lips tightly to hide her mirth. The older women watched their prey hurriedly seek compassion and understanding elsewhere.

"What's her problem?" Maria asked sotto voce, stylish brows lifting.

"Youth is wasted on the young." Nora reminded. "I, personally, don't think she is worthy of our Francis."

"That young body will make up for many deficiencies." Maria cut the other woman a look. "But yes...perhaps she is not exactly what our young man needs in his future. Pity it is not for us to decide."

"Why is it, we can see so clearly where they are going wrong, but they cannot?" Nora was stumped.

"Because we've been there and done that, but they haven't as yet." Maria stated. "But there," the woman nodded minutely to the happy couple over by the beautifully set up table, "is a couple we no longer have to worry about."

Nora was suddenly all smiles, watching Elizabeth snap pictures of her cake. "I was so hoping it would work out this way."

"Get over here, woman, before anarchy sets in." Red wrapped his arm around Lizzy's waist, dragging her in front of him. Taking the knife Nora handed him, he and Lizzy cut into the cake, much like they had at their reception. Feeding each other small bites, they shared a kiss while their guests and security applauded their efforts.

"Nora, what a wonderful surprise to come home to." Red's eyes softened, having sought the woman out. "You pulled out all the stops here!" He waved his hand to the table and cake...the arrangements of flowers and centerpieces. "We are blown away." He sought Lizzy's hand.

The woman's smile lit the room. "This is just lovely, Nora. So very, very special. I will treasure the memory forever. Thank you so much for all your hard work."

"The only thing hard was keeping the units out of my kitchen while I prepared the food." Nora quipped. "They helped me every step of the way...except for that."

The men all enjoyed the dressing down, clearly.

"We all chipped in and bought you something, Captain." Joe handed the gaily wrapped packages over. "You can open it in mixed company...just saying."

Red took the offer, growing quiet. "You guys didn't have to..." He cleared his throat, beginning again. The gesture deeply touched him, truth told. "Is this some exploding whip cream shit or something?" He tried for lightness.

"We'd do it to you, Cap, sure... but not Liz." Joe deferred sheepishly.

"Cause she would cry if it got in her hair." Silas nodded knowingly.

"I would not." Liz snipped. "You would, undoubtedly, but not me."

"Should I unwrap it now?" Red was confused about the protocol.

"Yes, Red, open it!" Liz insisted, patting his forearm impatiently. "See what they got us!"

Red looked at her, confused. "The us is throwing me, darling." he jested.

"Just unwrap it!" Liz pushed.

The gift took only seconds to unveil. Red's face softened to a sincere admiration. He held the gift aloft for all to see.

"What is it?" Liz wanted to know, but hurriedly explained. "Not that we don't love it!"

"It's a sextant, honey." Red examined the vintage instrument meticulously.

"You said it wasn't a sex toy!" Liz chided Joe.

"Baby... you use it on a ship." Red explained.

"Oh..." She sounded somewhat disappointed. "But we still love it!" She smiled artificially.

Red had already unwrapped the second gift, gazing at it in differential silence. "Guys... this is too much." He stated quietly.

He reverently lifted the antique sundial from its velvet-lined rosewood box.

"Oh, that's pretty! What do we do with it?" Liz was impressed.

"It measures solar time," Red patiently pointed to each function of the sundial, "and location, sweetheart."

"So, like it's a compass." Liz was following. "... And it's shiny, too!"

"She loves shiny things." Silas quipped, motioning to her ring.

With a sedate smile, Joe handed the woman her own gift. "For the bride."

"Happy now..." Silas groused beside the woman.

"Oh! You didn't have to!" Liz gushed, eagerly grasping the gaily wrapped box.

Security gave the woman a wary lift of a brow.

Tearing into the packaging with subdued excitement, she gasped her awe as the unique present was unveiled.

"Red... look at this." She showed the man the beautiful rendering. "This is so pretty."

"Do you know what that is?" Red held his smile.

She blinked vacant blue eyes.

"It's known as a Sailor's Valentine." He proceeded to explain.

Lifting the octagonal frame from its nest, Liz held it aloft, her eyes caressing the soft colors of the decorative piece methodically.

Different hued mother-of-pearl shells comprised a fourteen-point compass rose, which sat front and center. Behind that were an array of various shells in pinks, blues, purples and even black to create a horizon of sorts. Above the compass, among the darkened star field, lay a delicate Starfish.

The centerpiece, which was a smaller representation of its focal point, Liz found words etched into the fragile and exquisite surface.

"Polaris..." she read quietly, spinning the frame slowly, "...the north star."

"You're my north star." Red murmured lovingly. "My way home..."

Swallowing around the threat of tears, Liz offered the man a wobbly smile. "...Yeah, I am."

Chuckling, Red gestured to her gift. "They were popular in the eighteen-hundreds." He made mention, his gaze softening for Lizzy's infatuation. "And even now, it seems."

"Typically, sailors returned from long voyages with those for their sweethearts." Joe took over the commentary.

"Why haven't you got me one?" Liz practically accused.

"It was on my to-do list." Red promised faithfully.

"Well... I love this one." Liz beamed a smile, hurrying to hug each one of her guards for their thoughtfulness. "I got you something, too, I swear!"

"Uh huh..." Joe smiled pleasantly.

"No... really." Red corrected any misconceptions. "She did... lots of gifts."

Silas motioned, and Dembe rolled the wheelchair closer.

The guard handed over a package wrapped in glittering silver stripes and a carefully arranged bow. "This really is a sex toy."

Liz closed her eyes, sighing heavily. "Maria, what should I do about him?" Surely, the older woman had long since learned how to handle unruly employees.

"Say thank you, dear." Maria seemed puzzled by the question.

Liz blinked her confusion, seeking Red out. The man lowered his eyes, clearly amused by both Maria and Silas' performances.

"Now that," Silas nodded to a regally composed Maria Crocetti, "is one classy broad."

"Thank you, Silas." Maria seemed genuinely pleased with the compliment.

"Just open the damned gift?" Silas was wearing thin, it was obvious.

Liz really looked at the man. "You mean my wedding gifts, Silas?" she gestured to an adjoining room.

"No, the ones we bought, lizard brain." He snapped, then caught the action. "...Sorry, kid. I think I better take a flyer on this party. I'm more drained than I thought."

"I'll open your gift, Silas." Liz hastily assured. "I-I got gifts for you guys, too," she reiterated, "but... I gotta open Silas' first, you understand." she displayed the parcel.

The guards in earshot grinned at Liz's flustered nerves, but more so, that she thought of them while on vacation.

"Not to worry, Silas." Maria soothed the man's frayed nerves. "At least you're up and about. Antonio gets shot, and he milks if for all its worth. He stays in bed for weeks and gets hooked on soap operas."

"I do not," Antonio denied haughtily. "And they're Telenovela's... not soap operas."

"I just have a headache." Silas grumbled an apology of sorts. Well, the only one anyone would get out of him, at least. "Shouldn't take it out on pea brain."

"I can feel the love." Emma giggled. "You know you would take a bullet for her...oh, wait...you already did." She accused tauntingly.

Silas cut the woman a scolding glance, but remained silent, surprisingly.

Liz flustered, carefully opening the present. "It's so pretty, Silas. Who wrapped it?"

"Samar." He rubbed his temples, then realized his error, sitting very quietly, hoping no one picked up on the slip. "She, eh...well, what the fuck do I know about picking out a gift for a chick? She helped me, that's all."

"Oh, well..." Liz knew the man wasn't feeling well again, striving for a balance he would wish. "That was so sweet of her. Should I thank her or do you want to steal the credit, which rightfully should belong to you. So, it's okay if you do."

"No, it was all her." He conceded, glad none of the women gave him the business this time. "I thought you'd kinda like it. I mean, I saw it, and she kinda let me talk myself into buying it."

Red canted his head, his brow furrowing as a thought occurred. It wasn't until after Silas arrived at Mark's retreat that he learned of their engagement. So... exactly why had the man bought the gift for Elizabeth beforehand?

"I'll be damned." Red muttered to himself. A smile played at his mouth, for he realized Silas purchased the gift simply because he liked Elizabeth.

"What?" Liz leaned closer to hear Red over the din.

"Nothing, sweetheart." Red kissed her temple, gesturing to the gaily wrapped package.

Liz continued to delve into the layered tissue paper covering her prize.

"Hell, I'm more excited than you." Amanda sat forward on pins and needles.

"I love opening gifts!" Emma squeezed her hands tightly together gleefully, waiting with bated breath for the unveiling.

"It's so nice of you men to think of us." Liz was one big smile of contained happiness. "I really didn't expect anything, but love that you did! I love you big Blowhards!"

"Yeah, well, most of us were only trying to impress the big boss man." Silas quipped. "Had nothing to do with you. Raise time is upcoming."

"Asshole..." Liz grunted, secretively touched by his uneasiness about the love thing. She flipped him off to make the transition more comfortable for him.

"God... blind me with the ring, why don't you." Silas made a show of wincing painfully, ignoring the rude gesture, much to her vexation. "That didn't notch my headache up or anything."

"Shouldn't you be recuperating," Liz grated, halting in lifting a black box from its cradle amid the colorful tissue, "...somewhere away from here?"

"I thought I might have another piece of cake." Silas shrugged, before offering Red a shit-eating grin when the woman sent daggers his way. That expression altered hastily enough when the box was opened, however, replaced with a collective gasp from the women gathered.

"Oh, Liz...it's gorgeous!" Emma admired the pendant held aloft for all to see. "Did you really pick that out yourself?" She had her doubts, casting a suspicious glance Silas' way.

"It's a Claddagh pendant." Amanda examined the silver charm with its emerald setting closer. "Isn't it?" She checked with Silas.

"My mother gave them to my sisters." He nodded. Since Liz had no mother, he took it upon himself to pass the tradition onto someone he supposed he viewed... as a sister. Not that he would ever let Liz know how he felt.

"It's bad luck to buy one for oneself." Amanda explained what she read in the past. "But good luck to receive one otherwise. And with the luck you've been having of late?" She lifted her brows. "Maybe this gift is just what the Doctor ordered, hum?"

"It's nothing special. I just thought you might like it." Silas was feeling the weight of the moment, wanting to be gone now.

"The heart, of course, symbolizes love." Amanda pulled his ass out of the fire...or did she.

"Not that kind, idiot." Silas fielded Liz's subdued, questioning look.

"The crown is loyalty." Amanda continued. "And the hands represent friendship."

"Don't get fucking maudlin on me." Silas suggested strongly.

"Oh, Silas." Liz fought back tears. "It's the best gift ever! I love it, and I love you."

"Shut the hell up." He grumbled. "I'll kill Samar for this."

Red leaned, taking the man's hand. "Thank you, Silas. For such an unusually kind gesture. I, for one, am astounded by such generosity of spirit, especially coming from you."

"Yeah, get blown." Silas smiled pleasantly back at the guy.

"So much for sentimentality." Dembe sighed lightly.

Having heard the crude remark, Liz's cheeks flushed a vibrant pink as she shifted coquettish eyes Red's way.

"Oh, hey." Red was impressed. "That good luck thing seems to be working already."

The remark was met with hearty laughter and a blushing, annoyed wife. "We'll talk." She whispered a promise. "Later."

The man chuckled at her manner but more so, the promise. "Dembe, pencil that talk into my schedule, will you?"

"I'm outta here." Silas lifted pleading eyes to his chauffeur. "Gonna lay down for a year or so, and then take a long nap."

"Get some rest." Red insisted. "And hey...thanks again for the gift. It was an unexpected surprise."

Silas glanced at the women who were helping Liz put the pendant about her neck. "She can give it to her little girl...so get the fuck busy and create one already."

"Francis getting antsy about the betting pool?" Red asked knowingly.

"No, just, you're not getting any younger." Silas gave the man a piteous look. "Better strike while your iron's hot."

"You let me worry about my iron." Red smiled down at the guy. "Now, get your sorry ass out of here. You're bringing down the other guests."

Silas grinned. "Do I get hazard pay for this one?" He motioned to his wounds.

"No." Red vetoed the notion. "But had you thought to get me a gift as well...I might have considered it."

"Guys don't get guys gifts." Silas grimaced for such a thought. "Makes us puke."

"I got you a gift for Christmas and I didn't even think about puking." Red made mention.

"You got me money." Silas corrected. "Which isn't a gift, it's a cop-out. Spend some time...make an effort."

"You wanted money and secondly," Red arched a brow, "...Samar did all the work for you."

"She advised and guided. I actually picked the damned necklace out." Silas grumbled.

"So...did you enjoy that time with her?" Red prodded. "Did you treat her to lunch? Dinner...more?"

Silas shifted a noncommittal glare, then took his leave.

Red grinned as Dembe sent an, I'll find out, look back over his shoulder.

"Isn't it lovely, Red." Liz showed off her gift.

The man leaned, placing a sedate kiss on her neckline.

"Not as lovely as its new owner, but yes." He smiled down at the upturned little face. "Very lovely indeed. Silas did good."

"He looks so tired and drained." She had noted the fact, her eyes showing concern. "He shouldn't have made the effort to come to this party."

"It wasn't supposed to be a party." Red reminded. "Besides, he wanted to give you your gift in person...see your face as you opened it. It meant something to him, baby."

"It meant something to me, too." Liz's face softened. "Are you sure he's going to be okay?"

"Most men would not be up and around. Silas is not...most men." Red knew. "Now, stop moping and go back to being happy."

Liz drew in a whimsical breath. "I'm going to go show off my new necklace."

"That's my girl." Red gently swatted her backside as she traipsed away, hurrying to join the girls.

"Now you people go downstairs," Nora interceded, "and I'll bring coffee and..."

"You will do no such thing." Red stepped, guiding Nora to Joe's side. "Take this woman to a spot where she can rest awhile."

"Oh, now..."

"Don't argue with me." Red held up a hand. "No more work for you today. You have done more than enough. I'll hire an agency to come clean up this mess we've made."

"Mr. Reddington..."

"What?" He managed a sincere scowl.

"...Raymond." Nora amended, smiling gently. "That is what you hired me to–"

"I hired you to take care of my wife." His eyes softened. "My new wife. Which is what you have done. You've made this our home...our real home. Your work is done, lady. At least, for today."

Liz smiled warmly at the woman. "We'll bring the coffee. You go corral those men." She motioned to the slowly retreating security teams. "Knowing them, they'll start a game of flag football in my living room without proper guidance and direction."

A half hour later saw Michael and his in-flight guests arrive. They joined the already boisterous group, who bounced between the bottom two floors.

One group had turned on a rebroadcast of a recent soccer game that occurred in Brazil. A poker game took shape at a nearby table.

The pool table was fully occupied, the foosball table was in full swing, darts flew towards their intended targets, the sound of boisterous celebration muffled bowling balls felling pins...the Reddington game room was standing room only.

The party was going pretty well, in Red's opinion.

Michael headed for the still laden down food tables, as did Danny Courtland. Harper stayed close to Lily, who seemed totally overwhelmed by all the noise and revelry about her. He convinced her finally to eat something. They found a small, out of the way corner to eat and converse and soon, Red was happy to note, the woman seemed interested in her surroundings and all the gaiety about her.

Mark approached, offering over a smile of hello. "I just heard back from Marvin Gerard, Red." He called out, holding up his phone as proof.

Liz halted in her steps. "Your attorney, Marvin Gerard?" Her brow furrowed. "What do you need an attorney for? Is something up?"

Mark cast a hasty glance the other man's way. "Did I put my foot in it?"

"No...have you spoken to Amanda on the matter we discussed?" Red wanted to know.

"Have you spoken to Liz?" Mark lifted innocent brows.

Red grinned. "Not directly, but yeah...we should get to that problem sooner than later."

"We're here now." Liz motioned the women to join her, for they were waiting patiently for her return. "What matter is it again?"

"We men thought it's time to make out some trusts...our wills." Mark had gotten the all-clear from Red. "It's not that big a deal."

"It is a big deal." Susan Fairfax disagreed, having come on site. "Especially for us women."

"I don't want to talk about that stuff." Missy didn't. "Especially now...everyone's having such a good time."

"Security would have had a good time at the Alamo." Red suspected. "But since we're all gathered here, and it was originally for a business meeting." Again, he checked with the boisterous security units roaming his house. "Maybe we can find a quieter spot to get into the particulars of it all if you ladies would like?"

"I don't want to." Missy pouted.

"Melissa." Francis stated quietly. "What with what happened with Ben, I would feel better if some things were put down in writing. It's just to make you feel more secure and settled about things between us."

"Maybe this isn't the time." Liz sent Red a worried look.

"You'd never find the right time, were it up to you." He smiled. "And you know it."

"Oh, for goodness sake." Maria snipped. "What's wrong, ladies. This is a sound, logical step to take in any relationship that is a serious one, especially if children are somewhere in the equation."

"Well, we don't have kids, and talking about death makes me uneasy." Amanda piped up. "Especially deaths of someone I..." she cast Mark a look, "am especially fond of."

"Love you, too." Mark didn't like the half-ass way she side-stepped their relationship.

"You know what I meant." She flushed.

"It's not just about that." Susan relented, agreeing with Maria's assessment. "I have a will because I didn't want Michael putting me in a fiery pit instead of the nice, quiet ground. I do not wish to be cremated. It would give him too much glee."

Michael smiled tenderly at his wife. "I would follow shortly, dear heart, so...let me have my moment."

"I also don't want to be sitting around in a vegetative state so he can put straws in my nose," Susan glared at her husband suspiciously, "or draw things on my face when I can't slap the shit out of him."

"Well put." Red actually did appreciate the attempt at lightness, for it was a heavy subject they discussed. "And so like Michael to do any and all of those things mentioned. You know him well, Susan. I give you that."

"The point is, I want certain things when, or if, the inevitable happens to me. I want my children cared for in a certain way. I want me cared for in a certain way." Susan pointed to her person. "I'll not have you leaving everything I've worked so hard to take from you left to that trollop you see on Friday nights!"

Red threw Michael a, what the shit, look.

"My mother?" Michael was understandably confused as to the turn of the conversation.

"She's just waiting around in the wings...the old trollop bat refuses to kick off." Susan bitched. Then she turned back to the ladies, the epitome of what every English lady should be. "...Not thinking about it won't make it not happen, ladies."

"It never hurts to be prepared." Michael nodded his belief. "But it does remind me...I promised to call mummy tonight after we landed."

"Sounds like a defeatist attitude to me." Amanda said moodily, trying to get back to square one.

"Amanda, we don't think anything will happen all that soon in our lives. But if it does, I want to make sure you're taken care of. I don't want you to have to worry about anything." Mark took her hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle caress. "I think we men all feel that way."

"It's the first thing anyone in a precarious profession thinks of, in all honesty." Red said. "First priority is for the people we love, and their well-being."

Michael chomped on a chicken leg, leaning against the far wall of the Great room, into which everyone had drifted as Red had led them to a quieter part of the house during the discussion.

"One could easily be taken out of the picture on the way to the local chicken take-out." He held up the leg. "No one can predict the future. What is so wrong about planning ahead?"

"I think it's morbid, that's all." Missy complained.

"Oh, for God's sake. Grow up." Susan's fuse was short. "They care about us and want to make certain we can go on if something unforeseen happens. These men run multi-million-dollar organizations, ladies. They must have some sort of plan in motion, if only for that reason."

"No one is saying what is so obviously on our minds as women." Emma finally broke her silence. "Danny and I..." she sought the guy's hand, which was immediately offered over, "we actually have been discussing this stuff." She sent him an affectionate look. "A lot of new things are on our horizon, so we've sorta been trying to map it out."

"She's agreed to move in with me." The man preened. The news was met with nods of approval and smiles of congratulations.

"Danny wants me to take some time off so we can acclimate to each other, which I am ever so grateful for." She lay her head on his shoulder for a beat. "It will take time for me to find another job. It's scary...new things but," she once again, sought the man's input, "this Will thing is just part of the process, I guess."

Emma lowered her head. "I don't have anything," she glanced at her counterparts, "not like I guess you do. But if I did, I would want Danny to have anything I had, if something did happen to me."

Daniels' hand tightened on the small slender fingers and his look said it all. "Nothing is going to happen to you, firefly. God wouldn't be so heartless."

"I'm just saying, though." Emma's face grew serious. "Shouldn't we want to provide for the ones we love? If we're able?" She searched the wary faces about her.

"I will provide for you, baby." Danny lifted her face. "Don't worry your sweet head about it."

"Oh, yeah, cowboy?" She teased to lighten the moment. "What are you going to leave me...your hat and spurs?"

"I'm leaving you everything, sweet pea." He scowled slightly. "Everything I have."

Emma's face paled. "Danny, I was just being..." She swallowed hard. "I just came into your life. You shouldn't be thinking like that yet...if ever. We don't really know each other."

"I know you inside out." Danny laughed. "Wouldn't matter, though. I know what I want, and I know what I have in you. End of discussion."

"No, it isn't." Emma balked. "We have so much more to discuss, Daniel Michael Courtland."

"I'm in trouble now." Danny quipped. "She used my whole Christian name."

"You are in trouble if you think this is ended." Emma pouted.

"We all need to sit down with our respective mates and discuss what needs to be discussed." Susan stated emphatically. "End of discussion about this subject, until we book a spot with this Marvin Gerard fellow...yes?"

Everyone breathed easier. All agreed to the suggestion finally.

"I don't need this attorney guy." Harper had sat with Lily, listening quietly to all said. "I've already made a trust and will." He glanced at the woman beside him, his eyes gentle. "I don't see the big deal here."

"I have an annuity my grandfather left me." Lily shyly proclaimed. "Eric is my beneficiary now. I'm so happy, I could fly!"

"You didn't tell me that." The man's brow furrowed. "Baby, I don't want..."

"You said we could always count on each other." Lily blinked back tears. "You promised. I want you to be able to count on me, like I do you...for everything. A stupid annuity is nothing compared to what you give me."

The man was speechless. "...When did you do this, Lily?"

"The day we spoke to your attorney online." She smiled brightly. "When you had to take that call? I wanted it to be my surprise to you."

Red's smile was compassionate. He exchanged meaningful glances with Lizzy, who was one big smile listening to the story unfold.

"...We'll talk." Harper didn't want to get into it in such an open venue.

"Are you mad at me?"

"I'm never mad at you, Lily." He leaned, planting a discrete kiss on her nose. "We just need to talk a bit. Is that okay?"

She nodded, smiling again. "I'm so glad I took that jerk off the annuity."

"The asshole was on it?" Harper blinked his shock.

"It's mine, right? I can do that...right?" She was a little fearful suddenly. "Your attorney said I could."

"No, honey, you can do whatever you want with your own money." Harper shrugged. "It's not that."

"He would have just used it all on medical bills." Lily giggled infectiously, and Red thought his heart would melt with the adorable sound.

"Medical bills?" Francis had picked up on the wording. "Did you beat the hell out of him, Harper?"

"Not me." Harper held his grin, glancing at the sedately prim woman beside him.

All eyes turned, mouths dropping.

"What the hell happened?" Red was more than curious now. "I'm taking there was an incident when you guys tried to get Lily's things?" He had expected trouble, after all.

"An incident?" Michael mused over the word. "Not...per se." He scratched his head, having laid his finished chicken leg aside. He nursed a beer now. "It all came about rather innocently, as I recall."

Harper lowered his head to hide his growing amusement.

"Well, what was I supposed to do?" Lily asked plaintively. "Eric says I get to choose who touches me now and who does not. It's a rule."

Harper nodded post haste. "A hard and fast one, apparently."

"Well..." Lily inclined her head regally, primly folding her hands on her lap, "he was unreasonable from the very start, if you ask me."

"I totally agree." Michael agreed. "But once we explained our position, so to speak, he allowed us to enter and retrieve Lily's things, didn't he."

"Begrudgingly." Lily's pretty brow furrowed. "And they were mine, too. He had no right, in truth."

Harper dutifully shook his head when she checked with him.

"And he shouldn't really be in traction for all that long a period." Michael assured all present.

"Daniel was most careful in his handling of the man, I'm certain." Red assumed.

"He's a butthead." Lily snapped as much as Lily could ever snap. "Just a... butthead."

"Watch your language, sweetheart," Harper quipped quietly. "There are ladies present."

"Oh...I'm sorry." Lily's eyes widened apologetically.

"I'm trying to get over my shock, young lady." Susan scolded superficially and Lily smiled, having caught the older woman's teasing quality.

"Ergo...the medical issues." Red asked Daniel for his version of the story.

"I just punched the guy." Daniel held up a hand. "Wasn't me."

"He just wouldn't get out of my way." Lily defended her actions. "So...I ...pushed him a little."

"The bastard came out of nowhere..." Harper's anger arose again for a fleeting second. "I thought he was down for the count after Courtland's handling of the situation, but he thought Lily was alone."

"I didn't need any help." Lily pouted. "But I really did forget the stairs were right there. I didn't mean to push him down them...not really."

"Accidents happen." Antonio commiserated, his eyes lighting with an inner merriment.

Red held his laughter as long as he could, which started Lizzy snorting her pent-up amusement. Laughter rang out around the room for the tiny little female, with those big, doe eyes seemed so damned sincere in the telling of the tale...

"I really didn't." Lily hurriedly assured the group.

"We understand, dear." Maria consoled, patting Lily's hand comfortingly.

"He just isn't allowed to touch me anymore," Lily offered a staunch nod of her head, "but no one said...I couldn't touch him." She reasoned, with a hopeful expression. "Did I break a rule?"

"No, honey...just every bone in the asshole's body." Harper chuckled his glee, hugging her close. "You are my hero...heroine."

"Oh...you are all just teasing me." Lily finally understood, blushing terribly.

"You're just so adorably sweet," Liz affectionately hugged Lily to her side, "I can't stand it!"

Red shared an amused glance with Antonio, for Elizabeth's description of the new, brazen Lily.

"You are woman, hear you roar." Danny teased the tiny woman. "Thank God you were there to protect me, Lily. I could have been seriously hurt."

The blush returned. Harper stroked her alabaster cheek with its smattering of freckles, his expression amused. "They're just giving you the business, baby. It's a good thing with this crowd."

Danny grinned his agreement. "We do it cause we love ya."

Lily giggled that little fairy princess giggle which so touched Red's heart. The sound made him smile.

"So, I'm thinking, I should probably get permission from Lily if I ever feel the need to touch her person...say, shake her hand or," Red shifted teasing eyes, "get her attention if she's about to be strafed by a German Messerschmitt and I need to warn her...especially if I am standing by stairs, right?"

"You were listening." Susan seemed impressed that a man actually got some of the details of a tale right.

"I think the only man who is safe around her is Eric." Liz's turn to tease came upon the horizon. "He probably can touch you any time he wants, right?"

Lily's cheeks were getting a workout this day. She shifted an adoring gaze to the man, whose look was a loving one, no matter how he tried to man it up.

"I'm glad you two have found each other." Liz could admit that Harper seemed good for Lily, even after her first impression of the guy. "You just seem so much more content of late."

"Could be, because she pushed her ex down the stairs." Emma's giggle was almost as sweet as Lily's.

"So, with the attorney stuff out of the way for now, we should move on to the bigger problem we need to address." Red settled the group down for a more pressing issue. "I know the trust is not there yet. I didn't expect anything to be accomplished overnight. I am going to the Blacksite tomorrow morning, however." Everyone was informed of his intentions.

"You don't trust, Red?" Liz was ready to be upset over the fact, clearly.

"Trust is hard to come by these days, after what Ben pulled." Red explained the way of things. "My word means nothing until it has been proven, as it should be, Lizzy. You have to put yourself in their shoes."

"I trust Red, Lizzy." Francis stated emphatically.

"Yeah, yeah. That's because you're a kiss-ass." Danny muttered. "Liz, it's not that we don't trust Red, it's just..." he trailed away, scratching his head, searching for an out.

"Yeah, we don't trust him yet." Mark put it in a nutshell for everyone involved.

"It's nothing personal, child." Maria soothed.

"I can't see how you don't take this personally?" Liz didn't, upset for Red. "Why did you guys agree to come if there is this degree of mistrust with the entire operation?"

"She's got a point." Francis cut off another piece of cake, then shoveled some in his mouth before searching out the others of his kind. "You could have saved yourselves a trip."

"Seemed the right thing to do at the time." Mark shrugged.

"I've seen it countless times." Maria glanced affectionately at her husband. "Antonio had to prove his sincerity over the years, time and time again. It's just something one has to do in the line of work our husbands are in."

"A man's word is not taken lightly in our little group." Antonio nodded sagely. "But first, one has to prove that word to other's satisfaction, which I am certain Reddington can do." He waved a hand Red's way. "We all will be waiting and watching."

"You as well, Antonio?" Liz was crushed.

"Not, I, little one." Antonio scoffed. "I have already made up my mind. I meant, the younger set here."

"I don't trust the Feds all that much either until I put in a few of my own safeguards where these men are concerned." Red advised. "Once I have even one signed paper in hand, that will guarantee every man's place in the proceedings."

"You said we could always take the proof of the government's involvement with the criminal element to the public awareness." Mark liked that part of the deal. "I, for one, will feel much better when I see some signatures on incriminating papers."

"Papers can be forged." Antonio pointed out to Red's amusement.

"Indeed, that is why I will insist upon regulation print from the Federal Reserve." Mark countered in hopes it impressed the older man.

"Could you get a few extra reams?" Francis saw an opportunity. "We could counterfeit our own."

"They aren't that stupid, contrary to public opinion and mine." Red held up a staying hand. "They do, however, have special blend for official documents that can only be traced back to the Federal Printing locations."

He smiled pleasantly. "That's what my agreement is written on. I picked it out myself." He joked.

"They let you do that." Mark, always the skeptic, spoke his mind.

"I just told them I wanted the document to be very legal and easily identified as something coming from an official source." Red blinked innocent eyes. "They did the rest. I told them my favorite color was green."

"I'm going to make myself scarce for a few hours after your departure." Mark informed everyone present but was speaking to Red. "I hope that doesn't offend?"

"I applaud your precautionary measures. I would do the same in your situation." Red commented. "As should you all for the time being. Of course, tonight, you are all welcome to share my hospitality, if you so desire. We have plenty of rooms here."

"Well, Harper and I have business to attend to tomorrow morning, so we will not be in-house, anyway." Michael reminded his new cohort-in-crime.

"I have already made the contacts we need. The time and place are set." Harper said.

"Do not get shot again, Michael." Susan scolded. "It's increasingly difficult to explain the extra holes in your body to the children."

"They are growing up, the little tykes." Michael sighed fondly. "They used to believe Zombies lived in our basement and attacked me periodically. Sadly, that ruse has fallen by the wayside, what with our oldest all of thirteen this year. Damned Walking Dead show."

"It's very nice of you to offer to put us all up, Reddington, I must say." Michael sought out his wife. "It would save on wear and tear, love of my life, don't you agree?"

"I'm traveled out." Susan sighed heavily. "A warm bath and Nora's loving hand to tend to meals... it sounds like heaven to me."

"Then it's settled." Red was happy to host a gathering. "Is there anything else any of you need to air?"

Antonio stood, his look a formidable one. "One of us...whom shall remain nameless," he narrowed his eyes to Reddington in particular, "has a nasty habit of hiding pertinent information from his associates. I, for one, hope that with this new alliance, such practices will cease from this day forward?"

Red sighed evenly. "I already apologized for not revealing Lizzy's real vocation from–"

"That same person's dismal attempts to secure his wife's safety have not gone unnoticed, rest assured." The older man's brow lifted menacingly. "I so fervently hope such matters will be a thing of the past and that security will, henceforth, be state-of-the-art in both implementation and procedure."

Red cricked his neck, knowing a reprimand when he heard one. "I take full responsibility for the fact Lizzy has had some very close calls over the past month and I–"

"There are times, boy, when words just do not cut it."

Liz startled at the man's side when Antonio pulled his weapon and fired it without hesitation point blank at a stunned, disbelieving Red Reddington.

Liz darted wide blue eyes towards her husband, and the blossoming blood stain spreading through the sleeve of Red's rich linen suit, and out the window behind him, her mouth and senses agape.

"Son of a bitch!" Red hissed painfully, squeezing his hand tight around the fresh wound. The man's vision swam in and out for a few iffy seconds before the pain of the gunshot wound filtered into his brain. "Fuck!"

"...Oh...shit." Francis muttered around a forkful of cake he had just stuck in his mouth. He turned wide eyes towards Red's predicament, his brain shutting down for a fleeting second. "...That just happened."

"F-Francis..." Melissa's voice trembled.

"It's alright," Francis soothed frayed nerves, "...I think?"

Mark stepped in front of Amanda, offering his body for a shield, then realized...he had offered his body as a shield. He turned hesitant eyes Antonio Crocetti's way, but in the end, held his place almost stubbornly.

Danny sat straight up, allowing Emma into his protective embrace, a dark scowl of perplexity on the rugged face, for he had witnessed the event just like everyone else in the room. And like everyone else, he could make neither heads nor tails of any sound reasoning for what Crocetti had just done.

Guards came rushing in, weapons drawn, but Red waved them off with a disgruntled curse. "It's okay, boys. It's just Crocetti practicing his peculiar method of communicating his preferences."

Liz erratically placed herself between the two men, hurriedly waving the guards off from any hasty reactions as well.

"A-Antonio..." Liz stammered her shock and concern, backing her form into Red's body, hands widespread to ward off any further action on the older man's part.

"Just a moment, princess." Antonio lifted a calming hand before turning sharp eyes Red's way. "We shall not ever place Elizabeth in harm's way again...will we." He enunciated the words clearly and precisely. "It displeases me when you allow such stupid actions...for whatever reason."

"Antonio..." Maria scolded superficially, "remember your manners. We are not at home."

"I'm a little perturbed, dearest." The man explained his actions. "Surely I am allowed to vent a little?"

She resumed eating her cake, nodding an affirmation in Francis' direction. "Nora is such an excellent cook, don't you think?"

"Nora is good at a lot of things." Francis agreed readily, returning to his dessert as well.

Grimacing, Red took the napkin Lizzy handed him, pushing it against the wound in his arm. "I was protecting her, dammit!"

"Piss poor protecting, if you wish my opinion, or even if you don't." Antonio snapped. "I expect you to be up-front about any threat that comes her way from this moment forward, that I myself, might respond to the emergency."

Red winced as Lizzy squeezed his arm tight to staunch the blood flow as best, she was able.

"Antonio," Liz tried reasoning with the man, "how could Red, or anyone, for that matter, have foreseen the events which took place? Truthfully."

"There has been a bounty placed on your head for some time, yes." Antonio dared the man to refute the claim. "That in itself might suggest some enterprising criminal might just perhaps try to collect on that tidy sum of money at any given time."

"...I think security went above and beyond in their duties, Silas especially." Red grunted, for Lizzy had inadvertently swiped the wound in his arm as she examined the damage inflicted.

"Until such time, any threat is neutralized, there was no reason under the sun why she was taken from this safehaven and subjected to outside scrutiny." Antonio's temper was flaring. "Another stupid mistake on your part, boy!"

"...We needed a breather." Red's own tone lacked conviction; he knew. He had weighed the scales when he decided to go to Mark's retreat. "I thought we could contain any–"

"How did that work out for you?" Antonio asked tightly.

Red shut the fuck up, for it hadn't worked out at all. Antonio was correct. Had Elizabeth stayed here in D.C. where security was contained and effective, all would have been well.

The silence was deafening.

"Who has issued this bounty?" The question was put forth. "Until you know for certain?" Reason was attempted, although the man's tone was anything but friendly. "Until you neutralize the perpetrators? She needs to be under constant monitoring."

Liz bit her lip when Antonio's eye twitched dangerously. "We don't know who's behind the bounty. As far as I know," she checked with Red, "it's been in place since I was a child."

"...Yes," Red verified her statements. "I first heard of it just days after the fire. The other side had been unable to secure the Fulcrum from the ashes."

"That confirms it is a government entity, then." Antonio was now beginning to understand the parameters of the problem. "Only a government agency would be as tenacious, or have continued resources, in the hunt."

"So, why not just come take her?" Francis had to wonder. "They know where she is... obviously."

All eyes turned the man's way. "...Well, I'm just saying." He explained. "It's what I would do in similar circumstances?"

"Raymond has drawn attention to her," Antonio assumed, "made her an invaluable asset to the Bureau. Such a move would incite public interest. These people work best in the shadows."

"I'm surprised they haven't tried to kill her in the line of duty." Danny said. "Who would question such a death?"

"For whatever reason, we can be happy no one has tried that yet, I guess." Mark said. "Thanks for the grim reminder, cowboy."

Liz sighed lightly, trying a smile that did not quite fit at such a time.

"Most everyone on the Blacklist has been there for years." Red felt better with Dembe on scene. "All agents in her proximity have also been vetted."

Stepping beside Elizabeth, Dembe removed Raymond's tie to use as a tourniquet, but also to hold the man's arm in place that the blood loss would be at a minimum.

"It's difficult to insert someone into the pack, on either side." Red said. "Silas also conducts an extensive background check which would weed out any possible threat to Elizabeth, whenever possible." He winced, a tremor running the length of his injured arm as Dembe squeezed the wound to rid it of access blood build-up.

"Shouldn't we call Mr. Kaplan?" Liz fretted, watching Dembe's handling of the wound.

"Only if we wish to get shot as well." The large man held his amusement. "I have extensive practice with gunshot wounds, Elizabeth."

"I care nothing for such things." Antonio steered the conversation back to where he needed it to be. "If there are new developments regarding Elizabeth's safety and security, I demand to be alerted to any changes." He locked eyes with Reddington. "Do we understand one another."

"...Yeah." Red brow furrowed painfully. "You have a way of getting your point across, which catches one's attention."

"Good..." Antonio sat, sliding his piece of cake closer.

With a crisis averted for the time being, Red looked to the other occupants scattered throughout the room.

Everyone seemed a little shellshocked.

David arrived on scene with Amir, the men crossing to measure off the damaged window.

"Don't mind us, folks." David offered a congenial smile.

"So, is anyone not staying here tonight?" Red put the question on the table, smiling tentatively at an apprehensive Lizzy. He pulled her close to his side, forcing a smile.

"We will go home, I think." Maria cast her husband a bland look. "Antonio seems a little out of sorts. He always relaxes better in familiar surroundings, but thank you for the invitation, Raymond."

"We're staying in my room." Francis said, reaching for Missy's hand, tugging her to his side.

"You have a room here." Red's brow furrowed slightly. "Since when again?"

"Oh, for heaven's sake...like you don't remember inviting me here?" Francis rolled expressive eyes. "If you're trying for humor, it's not working." The man cocked his head, noting Red's wound. "Then... I suppose you could be suffering blood loss and you aren't firing on all cylinders."

Shrugging, Francis stood, hooking a thumb towards the door. "Come on, guys...I can show you the way." He motioned, and the others arose, obediently following along. "This is an amazing place. You will not believe the amenities Red has installed."

Red waved the issue aside. "Fine, Francis, you do that." He didn't really feel up to acting as host, anyway. "Make yourselves at home, people. Francis insists."

He glanced over as he felt Dembe pinch his arm seconds before he felt the prick of the needle and warm rush of narcotics spread through his veins. "Ah, that's better..."

"Oh, for heaven's sake." Antonio used Francis' latter remark. "It's just a little flesh wound, don't go on so."

Red glanced at the oozing wound. "...Okay...sorry." He narrowed eyes at the older man but did nothing that could remotely be misconstrued as disrespectful.

Maria arose gracefully. "Come along, Antonio. You have worn out our welcome, I believe."

"Not at all." Liz was quick to reassure. "Really! That's not at all what we think, is it Red."

"...Okay...sure." Red held his amusement. "No, really Maria." He softened. "You both could never be anything but welcome in our home...no matter what." He grinned over at Antonio.

"It's the pain meds talking." Antonio decided. "Very well. It has been a long day and you must be tired, my angel. Let us take our leave." He took his wife in hand, albeit a gentle one. "Let me know if anything goes awry tomorrow, Reddington. I can make provisions to have you out of the country in a blink of an eye." He grinned. "Right under the Fed's noses, as it were. They will very likely impound your jet."

"They might impound one of them." Red agreed. "They don't know about the other one but thank you for your solicitations. I might have to take you up on them."

"I will alert my teams." Antonio kissed Lizzy's cheek.

All stepped aside as Justin came through the doorway with a piece of plywood cut to David's specifications. "'Excuse me, folks."

Antonio snapped his fingers, and his own security magically appeared by his side. "They'll be pissed I took them from the party." He affectionately glanced at the men, stating to a woozy Red on his way to the exit of the house. "It was a lovely gathering, Elizabeth. Thank you for including us in the frivolity."

"You're not mad at us, are you?" Liz blinked her insecurities. She stepped out of the way of her own security tending to the shattered window.

"Why ever would I be angry?" Antonio was clearly stumped.

"Because you shot her husband, dear?" Maria asked the rhetorical question. "It's usually a sure giveaway that one person probably dislikes the other."

"In what world?" Antonio was serious. "Reddington...do you think that way?"

"I don't think any particular way right now, Antonio." Red told the truth. "Dembe has really good pain meds. I'm not thinking at all, if you want the truth."

Antonio laughed. "You amuse me sometimes." He kissed Lizzy's cheek again and waved a nonchalant farewell. "See you soon, hopefully. Sleep well, Elizabeth."

"If it wasn't for you and your temper," Maria reprimanded her husband, "Elizabeth and Raymond would otherwise be engaged in other pursuits."

"Yes, dear." Antonio took the scolding with good grace.

"Goodnight, honey." Maria kissed Liz's cheeks, smiling her goodbye as her husband assisted her into the sleek, black Cadillac.

Waving with his good hand, Red abruptly caught himself from pitching forward on the nearby archway. "Damn, Dembe... what the hell did you give me?"

"Red, let's get you to bed." Liz hurried to shut the door. They walked past the still partying guards until Joe started the round-up.

"Get your asses in gear. Party's over, boys." Joe motioned them back to their duties. "We've loafed enough for one day. Thanks for including us in the fun."

"Yeah..." Red mused overly seriously. "It was great fun being shot by that lunatic. Do not tell him I said that." He cautioned, bringing his finger to his mouth in a shhh gesture.

Joe grinned. "He'll never hear it from me, Cap." He checked with Dembe. "Need some help getting him down?"

"He will be down before he hits the bed." Dembe assured.

"You know it, fella." Red agreed one hundred percent. "Did you give Silas any of this shit?"

"I did." Dembe nodded. "Do you need assistance walking, Raymond?"

"Do I look like I do?" Red took offense.

"Most definitely."

"Lean on me, sweetie." Liz offered her shoulder.

Red immediately lost his train of thought. "You smell so good." He pulled her close with his good arm, nuzzling her neckline in open affection. "Let's go fuck each other's brains out."

"Red!" Liz was appalled because, well, Dembe was standing right there.

"He knows I fuck you, baby." Red replied seriously, then laughed at nothing in particular.

"I am the sole of discretion." Dembe assured. "Which is more than we can say for Raymond."

"Well, we do." Red confided. "...A lot."

"Stop!" She gasped her mortification.

Dembe guided the man into the corridor to the master bedroom. "This is one big ass house." Was Red's considered opinion as he traversed the square footage. "Can't I just lie down here on this bench?"

"It is only a few steps further." Dembe took over, for Liz was waning because Red was really leaning on her for assistance now.

"I love you, Lizzy..." Red smiled dreamily as the woman relieved him of his shirt.

"I love you, too." Liz's lips pursed into a smile as the man swayed about.

"Oh, are we going to bed?" Red's glassy eyes lit happily.

"You are." Liz kissed the man's brow.

"Dembe sleeping with us?" Red slurred slightly and frowned as he watched Dembe pull back the blankets.

"No..." Liz grinned.

"Oh, good..." Red seemed relieved. "I like Dembe, but don't want him watching while we–"

Liz hastily covered Red's mouth, offering him a scolding glance. "Hush..."

Nodding that he would be quiet, Liz slowly lowered her hand.

"...I love you." the man mooned sleepily.

Chuckling, Liz kissed Red's mouth. "I know you do." Stepping out of Red's way, Liz maneuvered the man where she needed him to be. "In you go..."

Frowning hard, Red stayed firmly in place. "Wanna be with you..."

"I'm coming to bed, too." Liz placated the stubborn man. "Just gonna..." she motioned to the bathroom.

"You promise?" Red fought against the drugs to no avail.

"I promise..." Liz assured.

Minutes later, Red was tucked up in bed, minus his shoes, socks and trousers. Which the man did not know about because he was asleep before the shoes dropped to the floor.

"Are you sure he doesn't need a doctor, Dembe?" Liz asked, tucking the covers in around Red.

"We watch for fever and infection, Elizabeth." Dembe reassured. "This is not my first rodeo." He smiled to lessen the statement. "I will thoroughly clean the wound now that he will not feel the pain. With your permission, I will check on him in a few hours...or better still." A thought occurred. "You have guests which you must attend. I will stay until you return?"

Liz was torn. "I don't want to leave him."

"Elizabeth...he sleeps soundly."

"I suppose I better get used to these things if I'm going to take the part of Red Reddington's wife."

Dembe smiled. "Try to emulate Maria Crocetti. Can you imagine her life? Four sons and...Antonio?"

The woman leaned, planting a soft kiss on Red's cheek. "I won't be long."

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LIZZINGTON

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Francis, much to Liz's surprise, had organized a pool party. The women were too tired to participate, but the guys came down for a quick beer and swim before bed. All were to wound up to really be able to rest right away, they explained.

Harper had stayed with Lily. Liz liked that about the guy. He knew being in a strange place would unsettle the woman. He was fast becoming the rock she anchored herself to.

"The girls are wiped, huh?" Liz watched Francis float to the side of the pool. She checked with the other guys. Danny and Mark were sitting on the side of the pool, a few feet away. Both had taken quick dips, it was apparent.

"Emma's fine. Just a long day. And no matter what she says, she's nervous about tomorrow." Danny flipped water on his shoulders.

"I'm sure Missy's up there right now, tossing and turning." Francis had left the woman in the shower. "She wasn't in a very good mood."

"Amanda is more circumvent about everything." Mark was pleased. "She's lived around it so long, after all, but she is still leery about all the changes being implemented."

"We're all stepping into the lion's den." Danny nodded. "I'm leery too."

"Are you guys rethinking the plan?" Liz needed to know. "It's alright if so. Red would understand."

"Would he?" Mark laughed nervously. "How is he, by the way?"

"He's out like a light." Liz smiled warmly. "But seriously, he wouldn't want any of you to go against your instincts. It's how he survives, after all."

"Actually, my instincts are telling me to go for it." Mark shrugged. "It's my common sense that is telling me... what the hell." He grinned for his own lack of certainty.

"If it works, it would be the best thing for everyone here." Danny knew.

"If it works." Mark reiterated.

"If Red says it will work, it will work." Francis didn't have a doubt. "And when it does, you guys are going to feel like idiots for thinking like you do now."

"I hope so." Mark scowled. "An alliance is a good move, business wise. No doubt there."

"Francis, if you have no doubts...why such a serious face?" Danny had been watching the man now for some few moments.

"...What just happened at the hotel in Texas." The man lifted clouded eyes. "I just shot a man. I'm sure the Feds know just how many men I've...shot. Why would they even consider giving me some sort of deal? What's in it for them, really?"

"You get shit done three times as fast as the government." Mark scoffed. "Your contacts are more reliable, your network is more efficient...and more extensive."

"You have organized a business that in the past, is notorious for having no one person in control for very long a period without some sort of war breaking out." Danny knew. "You have established a trust that has never been rivaled. There haven't been any disputes you haven't been able to resolve. Do they know that as well?"

"Red never gives the other side any real details. He is vague on any and all particulars, Francis." Liz knew from associating with the guy. "They know how he works and they are fine with it because the results we give them are better than any branch of any agency I know."

Liz had all ears, she sensed.

"He provides what is relevant to the task force or case at hand, and that is all they ever get." She finished.

"You saved Liz's life." Mark went to bat for his friend. "That should account for something with them."

Francis ducked his head. "It counts for something with me." He grinned up at her. "Not much...but..."

She grinned, kicking water at him from the safety of the pool edge. "What Red will tell them tomorrow is that Carver is dead...Costa is dead. We pushed back an attack from the Cabal and took out some really bad people in the interim. We did our jobs and we did them...while on vacation."

The remark brought a round of laughter from the men.

"Just relax, enjoy the downtime." Liz suggested. "Go raid the fridge and then get a good night's rest. You deserve it." She slowly lifted to her feet. "And going along with Red Reddington, it's never going to be the wrong move. I can attest to that myself because...I've been where you guys are right now and I'm so glad I listened to my heart, but more importantly...my brain."

She left on that cryptic note, hoping against hope, she had sold Red's vision as he would have in her stead. She hurried to the man's side, finding Dembe just where she had left him.

"I'll take over the next shift." She teased. "Thank you, Dembe...for always being here for him."

The large man offered a minute bow and a gentle smile. "Now...he has both of us."