July 15

"Baby, Dr. Doyle said you have to wear the sling." Red noticed the apparatus laying by the ottoman. "He doesn't want the stitches to–"

"Dr. Doyle is not my boss." Liz's nose wrinkled adorably. "Silas is, and Silas isn't here right now, so I'm not going to wear it, Red." The woman leaned away from the suggestion disdainfully. "It itches and makes me stiff in the mornings."

"Welcome to my world..." the man muttered, shifting about restlessly, for he had been sitting here, noticing very nice things about the woman's body, in truth. Like the fact, her blouse was unbuttoned, and the beginning of her right nipple could almost be seen if he leaned just so. It wasn't morning, but he was stiff, he realized.

"Well, you're gonna have to wear it tomorrow for a while." He relented. "So, get ready for it."

Once again, the slight grimace of distaste appeared on the pretty face, but then the woman sighed heavily, rolling her eyes.

"Let's go down." After the day they experienced, Red knew Lizzy had to be exhausted. "I'll get your pills."

"I can do that." Liz rose, traipsing behind the man like a little puppy dog. "I'm a bigger girl, Red, or hadn't you noticed."

"Oh, I noticed." He grinned, allowing her to precede him into the bathroom, his eyes dropping to the fetching little ass cheeks as she passed.

"Are you looking at my ass?" She cut him a glance, holding her smile.

"Yeah." He continued to do so as she made her way to the sink. "What of it?"

"Just wanting to make sure." She sent over a sweet smile.

Red's grin widened. "Wanna look at mine?"

Those blue eyes dropped and stayed for a second. "You going to use that tonight?"

"Probably not." It was his turn to sigh. "You're wiped, admit it." He felt disappointed, but resigned.

"Not even if I pout?" Liz continued her assault on his senses, offering over a cute, petulant purse of her lips.

"What kind of man would it make me if I took you up on that obvious invitation?" He pushed some barriers.

"My kind of guy?"

Red chuckled. "Shower tonight... or in the morning?"

Liz lost the bravado. "I'm too tired." She finally admitted. "Let's just hit the hay, cowboy."

She picked up her toothbrush, sighing again. "Have we become old, Red?"

"With what the week has brought?" He frowned over, searching aimlessly for the toothpaste that he had left on his side of the basin. He noted Lizzy had it now, applying the blue and white striped gel to her own brush. "We're lucky we're not dead."

"Surely we should be used to stuff like that, though, right?"

He cut her a look. "Can you get used to bombs and bloodshed, and mayhem?"

Liz looked off into the distance. "In our line of work...sure."

"Quite the little philosopher tonight, aren't we." He reached, stealing back his toothpaste.

"I'm high on drugs, I think."

"I think so too." He held his grin. "When you conk out, I'm going to have my way with you."

Liz sent over a frown. "That's just not nice. You better not even do that."

"You wouldn't know it I did." He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his mood brightening for the realization.

"I would too." She snubbed him pertly. "Your semen would be down there."

"I'll clean it up."

Her pretty mouth dropped open. "That's not even funny, Red Reddington. You better not do anything without me." She set her hairbrush aside. "You know I like hearing you talk dirty... so you better wake me up."

He chuckled lowly. "You are so selfish."

"I am not." The woman objected to the term. "I am merely...a little territorial." Red finished up with his nightly routine, following her to the bedroom after a fashion.

"Okay." He called after her retreating figure. "If that's the label we've chosen."

Red watched as Lizzy absently went about slipping her top and bottoms off before sitting them on the bench at the end of the bed. This was one bedtime routine he was pleased to note happened regardless of their situation.

Pulling his own shirt off overhead, he lifted a stilling hand, stopping the woman before she could take another step. "You had better change sides tonight." He pointed.

"So you can better take advantage of me in my drugged-up state?"

"Or... so you can turn about without injuring your arm." He corrected patiently. "And yes, so I can take better advantage of you."

The woman frowned over at him.

"You always rest against me at some point." He knew her well enough. "It would be better if you rolled over on the good arm."

"See, this is why I married you." Liz lifted to her toes, kissing the man, her mood forgotten. "You're always thinking steps ahead of everyone else."

Stretching her back, she grimaced when the stitches pulled, a thought occurring. "You know, you kinda backed yourself into a corner, letting me know that." She said. "Because if you forget our anniversary... you're screwed."

Removing his watch, Red gasped feigned offense. "I would never forget the happiest day of my life."

"Uh huh..." Absently perusing his chest, Liz gave the man a knowing look. "You mean, Dembe has already jotted down the reminder on every calendar we own, thereby saving your future ass."

"Not that I need him to, but I would like to remind you," Red haughtily did so, "it is in his job description to protect me from danger... or so he says," he muttered the droll remark, "and it seems to me, preventing my wife from killing me falls under his purview."

Rolling her eyes, yet unable to disagree with the observation, Liz bobbed her head slightly in agreement. "Okay, one for the overly confident guy."

Shifting a teasing look his wife's way, Red maintained a placid expression. "Besides, up to this point, I cherish the memory of the day I made you my wife... I would never forget that moment."

Liz's mouth pulled at the corner, enjoying the memory as well. Red bit back a smile when the woman slowly straightened, obviously replaying the words said.

"Up to this point?" Liz turned, narrowing her eyes at the man. Biting his inner cheek, Red fought the urge to laugh. "Red... we've been married less than a week."

"And what an exciting, romantic week it has been." Red broke, chortling at the absurdity they faced in the last few days.

"Well," Liz was subdued, "I mean, it hasn't been that bad, has it? You know..." she haltingly expressed her point of view, "aside from the bombs and bloodshed thing. All couples have an adjustment period, Red."

Walking around the bed, Red wrapped his arms around Lizzy's waist. "Personally, I could have done without the bombs and bloodshed," he confided, "but aside from that, yes, it has been the best week of my life."

Shifting her eyes upward, a smile played about Liz's lips. "Everything turned out just fine in the end. There's just no pleasing you, Red Reddington."

"I beg to differ." Red exhaled slowly. "Don't forget, I was incredibly pleased earlier," he reminded, "and I am right now," he added, as he lowered his gaze to Lizzy's bared breasts pressing against his torso.

"I knew it," Liz shook a woeful head, "you only married me for my body."

"So, what if I did?" Schooling his features, Red fought to remain stoic when Lizzy jerked her head upright and gasped indignantly.

Straining to maintain his cool, Red eased from Lizzy's arms to reach for the throw pillows before tossing them off the bed.

"Considering I worship at the altar, which is your body," he continued, earning an unintentional blush from his wife, "I can't stand here and disagree with that assessment, not with a straight face at any rate. Could you?"

Giving Red's nude body a slow once over. "You have very nice...thighs." Liz sighed her contentment as her lecherous gaze hesitated at his cock. The pink instrument nestled ever so sensually into the darker hair surrounding the shaft.

Noting the woman's avid interest, the man glanced down. "Dembe insists I work out."

Turning back the blankets, he patted her bared ass lovingly as she passed by. Offering his arm as support, he eased Lizzy back into the pillows. Once situated, she nodded that everything was pain free. "All comfy?"

"I'll thank Dembe in the morning." Liz teased.

"You can thank me tonight... after you drop off." Red delivered drily.

Liz cut him a chilly stare.

"For the record, however," Red forged on, climbing under the sheets, "I married you because I find your tenacity, compassion, and humor very attractive," he counted her blessings, "and that twisted little mind keeps me on my toes."

Knowing without doubt Red was teasing her, Liz wriggled happily about in the lush bedding, creating a nest of sorts. "My mind is not twisted, it's just...slightly bent."

Tucking the blankets around the small frame, Red bracketed the woman with his arms. "Based on your weddings vows," he pushed the subject if for no other reason but he was enjoying the banter, "one could be given the impression you only married me for my dashing good looks and mounds of delicious money."

"Well," Liz scoffed, lifting the covers to peek in once again, her look a mischievous one. "... not only."

Glancing down at the object of her interest, Red sighed. "What exactly interests you so about my cock?"

"I was checking out your thighs again," Liz primly straightened the sheet laying over her breasts, "But I will reluctantly admit, your thing is interesting in its own way."

"My thing," he repeated mechanically. "This old thing?" Red pointed to the subject at hand. "It's collected dust for ages. I'm surprised it's good for anything."

"That is in perfect working order." Liz ran a delicate finger over the bulge. "Give it a good spit and polish," she unconsciously licked her lip, "and it's as good as new. I've been given undeniable proof."

"It's sturdy as hell and can take a good beating." The man tested the waters. "If you are of a mind to put it to the test."

Considering all they had done in the bedroom to date, Red knew that was a fact.

"In any case," Liz continued on, "it's mine to do with as I please now, right?"

Sighing his manufactured woe, Red sat beside her, shrugging after a moment's hesitation. "I suppose I can find it in myself to live with those terms."

"I thought you might." She smiled pleasantly. "I'm so glad we found a neutral ground so early in our marriage on which to compromise... aren't you." She gave the man's arm a pacifying pat.

Reaching under her pillow, Red removed his gun, dragging it to his side of the bed. "Some couples never reach such an important stage." He settled back down. "It's early on, of course. I'm sure we'll find other points of amiable subject matter upon which to agree... your sweet little pussy, say."

Watching the exchange take place, Liz snuggled close to the man. "Gee, Red, speaking of our future," she clasped folded hands under her chin, mooning dreamily, "... do you think we should secure life insurance policies for one another, considering our dangerous lifestyle?" she blinked innocently. "Your dangerous lifestyle." She amended amiably.

"Already have, my love." He said, kissing her nose. "Here, darling, take your pills." He persuaded with a smile.

Liz looked at the pills suspiciously but took them slowly. Those blue eyes trained on him all the while. "This is so cliche, just saying. I could come up with a much better plan for your demise."

"You are as safe in my company, beloved...as a babe in arms." She was assured.

"Isn't it sad, the one person in my sphere with the worst reputation..."

"Francis?" Red wagered a guess.

"Well, I meant you," she replied, "but now that I think about it..." she sighed, then waved the issue aside. "Okay, the one with the worst high-profile reputation," she amended.

"That would be me." Red nodded he was following along.

"Yes," she handed the water back to Red, "is the only person I can rely on to not kill me." She shook her head at the irony of it all.

"Well," Red shrugged, packing a pillow comfortably against her arm, "considering my reputation, and the fact there's a year-long wait on the insurance policy... I have to be creative about how I'll knock you off."

Liz nodded sagely. "You don't want to be implicated. Then there's no pay out, otherwise. Don't think I haven't researched this myself."

"We are sick, strange people." Red chuckled.

"We're just quirky, honey." Liz yawned around the words.

"Tired?" Red asked, rubbing his hand against her hip.

"Yeah, it's been a long day." Liz murmured and fell silent. "But I'm still on alert. So don't try anything." She frowned over. "I have pretty mean, dangerous friends."

"That is an understatement of enormous magnitude." Stroking his fingers through her hair, Red smiled as the silence continued.

"Red," she yawned, feeling the pull of sleep already, "since we're here, in Texas. We are in Texas, right?" And upon his confirmation. "Why don't we stop by and pick up the kids?"

Shrugging, Red canted his head. "I guess we could." He said. "It would save us a trip."

"I love Texas, I do." Liz did. "The scenery is very nice, and we did get married here, but..."

"But you can't take the heat anymore." Red knew her weaknesses.

"It's sucking my soul dry," Liz whined playfully, fighting to keep awake, truth told.

Bracing his arm beside her, Red leaned, placing a kiss to Lizzy's mouth. "Let me call Mark so he can get the ball rolling."

Standing, he tossed a throw over Lizzy, knowing the woman got chilled in the middle of the night. Grabbing the remote off the side table, he turned on the overhead fan, creating a pleasant white-noise.

Snuggling into the luxurious bamboo sheets, Liz closed her eyes. "Don't be too long," she muttered. "Can't sleep without you anymore."

Leaning, Red placed a kiss to Lizzy's soft mouth and smiled, for the woman hadn't hit REM but she was damned close, he sensed.

"Yeah, baby..." Red whispered as he shut down the lights, "I can see that. Won't be long, I promise."

LIZZINGTON

JULY 16

"I'm just saying," Liz frowned morosely Red's way, "after everything Jim did, I feel horrible we didn't connect with him or Muriel before we left." The clouds were especially beautiful today, this high up. The sun streamed into the windows of the Learjet, making striking patterns on the plush carpet of the aisle.

"I did." Daniel said, tipping his scotch for a sip. "Took them out last night."

"You did?" Liz perked up, having to twist about in her seat to converse with the man.

"Yeah," Daniel shrugged. "Took them to Golden Corral as an anniversary gift of sorts."

"It was their anniversa–"

"Nah, just of an old date that they remembered fondly." Daniel dismissed the reaction. "First time Jim took Muriel crawdad fishing. It was night and there was a full moon. Very romantic from the retelling."

Red held his amusement.

Liz settled down, drawing in a relieved breath. "Well, yeah. A guy can't get more romantic than that."

"Muriel showed up in her Sunday best, pearls and all." Daniel lifted an impressed brow. "Jim told me to keep my eyes to myself or he'd take me out back and teach me some manners."

Red's lips twitched.

"I kept my eyes to myself." Daniel nodded politely to nothing in particular. "Jim had on new overalls. Picked em up at Farm and Fleet, you know. They were having a sale. Got some new boots while he was at it."

Red lifted a thoughtful stare, nodding minutely.

Daniel could honestly say the evening shaped up to be one of the better moments spent in Houston of late.

Rolling her eyes heavenward, Liz sighed woefully for the less than stellar choice of venue. "Was the ice cream machine working at least?"

Lifting placating hands, Daniel laughed. "No, but they had a great time, cause there was plenty of pie." He swore an oath. "Jim loves peach pie, as you may or may not know." He entailed. "It couldn't hold a candle to Muriel's blueberry, mind you, but yeah. It was pretty good, considering."

Liz listened attentively. "Pie is good." She nodded hopefully. "I bet Muriel looked very nice in her pearls."

"They loved it. I promise on my grandmama's grave." The young man promised. "And so did I."

Crossing his leg over the other, Red shifted comfortably in his seat, smiling. "I hope you made our excuses."

"I told them some government business came up, and you two were called into work." Daniel reported dutifully. "Whereas Jim nodded knowingly and said: 'Damned government...always ruining something.' To which I hastily agreed."

The tip of Red's tongue flicked to the top of his lips as he suppressed his grin. "He's right on that one."

"Jim is right about a lot of things." Daniel seemed surprised to note. "If he ran for office, I would not only vote for him, I'd fund his campaign."

"Jim wouldn't do that." Red knew.

"No, cause I offered." Daniel confessed. "Says Muriel can't run the farm by herself and what with him working most of the time at the airport, there would just be no time for the finer things in life. He kindly refused my offer."

"Told you so." Red felt pleased that Jim hadn't failed him.

Daniel waved off any concern. "In any case, with lobster being all you could eat last night," his grin widened, "he said it was best you two were occupied so there was more to go around."

Giggling, Liz clasped Red's hand as he released an infectious gurgle of laughter. "Friendship stretches only so far when an open buffet is offered."

"Damn right." Daniel concurred.

Looking out the portal of the plane, Liz watched the trees blur past as the jet glided down onto the runway of Mark's private airstrip.

"I know we only just left," Liz said, "but it feels like a lifetime since we've been here."

"Is that a roundabout way of saying it's tedious being married to me." Red teased as he gathered their meager belongings.

"Absolutely not, honey." Liz said, then kissed Red lovingly. She turned to Daniel, whispering sotto voce. "I have to say that. He's got a life insurance policy on me."

Sniggering, Daniel slung his bag over his shoulder, nodding knowingly. "Ah, wedded bliss."

Watching the exchange, Samar sipped her tea, smiling. "It's a good sign when a couple can tease one another about premeditated murder... or such things."

Straightening, Liz looked between Red and their guests. "Teasing?" She asked curiously, then delivered an obviously fake laugh. "Oh, yes! Yes... of course, that's exactly what we were doing. We were teasing one another, weren't we, honey!"

Red gave Samar a patient look. "She'll get better at the delivery the more we practice. Just bear with us, please."

"Silas has been on Elizabeth about that for weeks." Dembe mentioned in passing before opening the jet's door. "Her timing is atrocious."

"It's getting better, Dembe." Liz whined, following the man down the aisle. "I've been practicing. Really, I have."

Samar tried to hold her smile at such antics. "There is something terribly wrong with you people."

"We are just fine, Samar." Liz turned rapidly, her expression a most serious one. "Just fine. We're just as normal as... well, blueberry pie, say." She smiled brightly.

"You had best get back to work, girl." Samar offered over her opinion. "You're spending way too much time with Francis Holbrook."

"Where is Francis?" The question came, and it seemed to puzzle Liz. "Red, where is Francis? Did we leave him behind somewhere again?"

Samar's brow lifted because the other woman appeared a little too sincere in her manner in this instance.

Red stopped his trek down the plane stairs. "I don't... think so." He, too, appeared puzzled. "Let me check on him, baby."

He searched for his phone.

Samar shifted cautious eyes, but the twinkle in Dembe Zuma's dark ones assured her this was part of the whole with these two. She rolled her lovely eyes, shaking her head, following on down the steps, a soft sigh escaping her throat.

Liz grinned back at her, then continued on. She sidled up to Red, planting a sedate kiss on the man's cheek line. She stood, continuing to hold the pose for all of a few seconds, then...

Giving the man a cross look, Liz's fake smile fell away as quickly as it came. "I don't know how trophy wives do it," she really didn't. "Keeping that smile plastered in place all day? It's exhausting." She shook her head disdainfully. "They gotta use duct tape or something."

Snorting under his breath for the seriously stated remark, Red eased the grip on her elbow as they reached the tarmac.

"Plastic surgery." Daniel gave over his opinion. "Although duct tape is an invaluable product, useful for any number of remarkable things."

"That... and a lot of cocaine." Hunter added his two cents. With Dembe's help, both chucked the bags into the SUV within seconds.

"You're just being mean." Liz seemed most intrigued, however. "Really?"

"Oh, yeah." Daniel replied.

"They're so nipped and tucked they can't blink," Hunter said, "which is fine, because they're so damned pie-eyed, they couldn't if they tried."

Chuckling quietly at the imagery, all piled into the spacious SUV and took off towards the hotel.

"Is all this downtime going over well with Cooper?" Samar asked, a little concerned but having the time of her life, truth told.

"Samar, I assure you," Red assured, "we'll have you back in DC by this time tomorrow."

"Oh, I don't really care." Samar put everyone at ease. "I just feel I should at least put on a show. You're getting me out of a ton of paperwork right now." She said. "I'm not sure? But I think you have spoiled me for life." She smiled prettily. "I'm okay with that as well."

"Then I have done my duty to my Chief of Security." Red felt better.

"Yeah, but she's right. What exactly is the game plan?" Liz asked. Pulling at her sling, she grimaced as the strap rubbed uncomfortably at her neck. "Do we even have a game plan?"

Digging in his pocket, Red pulled a handkerchief free, folding it in half. "We'll secure our room for the night," he said, placing the soft fabric under the bothersome strap, "then head over to Steven's. See what progress, if any, he's made."

"I doubt he's made much headway," Daniel forewarned. "This must be dragging up old memories. Probably one's he hadn't let himself think about for a long time."

"We've discarded residences in the blink of an eye," Red waved off any concern. "What Steven hasn't accomplished; we can handle. The emotional upheaval will pass once he has something to focus on."

"You really think we'll be able to leave tomorrow?" Liz asked as they pulled through the hotel gates and down the long drive.

"Positive." Red would have sworn on a bible. "In truth, we could have everything settled by this evening. I could hire it out, but I wanted to let Steven know we are there if needed." He said. "There's no need to put you, or anyone else for that matter, under any undue strain."

"Oh, I'm fine," Liz said, "really, I am."

"And I intend to keep you that way," Red said as they pulled up to the hotel. "We'll get things set up, Lizzy. If you'd like to show Samar around the place? We'll reconnect in a few."

"Oh! I would love to show you the gardens and where we got married!" Liz brightened.

Motioning for Samar to join her, Liz excitedly led the way, with Hunter closing up the rear.

LIZZINGTON

Coming in from the pool and pavilion area, Liz guided Samar down the long hall, bypassing shops along the way. It was, as usual, busy and crowded, but the atmosphere invigorated the woman.

"They have the most divine snacks in there," Liz motioned to a little confectioner shop. "The caramel corn melts in your mouth. It's so good! Oh, and this shop," she waved a hello to the clerk as they walked by, "has the cutest mementoes. We should check it out later. The store next to it, they have the essentials like medicine and books and condoms and the like."

Samar shifted a quick glance, her mind having caught up with the statement.

"I had to run down one night for..." Liz halted hastily, her mind often way ahead of her mouth. She hemmed and hawed for a brief moment. "Francis when he ran out of them."

Samar caught the lie instantly. "Francis? Can't see him short of that commodity."

"Oh, no. It was Francis." Liz was quick to reassure. "I remember distinctly."

"...Liz, I know Silas has had other women in the past." Samar put the woman at ease, she hoped. "I haven't been celibate either. It's okay, really. We aren't at that stage, anyway."

"Okay." Liz smiled brightly. "It's none of my concern, which is what Silas would say...were he here, which he isn't. But if he were, he would tell me to just move on, so...here I am, just moving on. How do you like the place?"

"It's beautiful." Samar looked at the surroundings, a smile lighting her face. "Mark Donovan owns all of this?"

"Yes," Liz nodded. "Mark will be pleased you enjoy the decor. From what I understood, they just completed renovations earlier this year, under his strict supervision."

"He seems a very meticulous guy."

Walking through the opened double doors, Liz waved a hand towards the raised dais upon which she and Red stood.

"This is where we exchanged vows." Liz's eyes softened.

Samar stepped closer, inspecting the towering windows and garden backdrop with impressed eyes. "This is truly stunning." She lifted her attention to the chandelier overhead. "Look at that." A soft smile came. "How romantic, standing beneath something so lovely. You must have felt like a princess."

"It was everything I ever dreamed it would be," Liz confessed. "How many women can make such a claim, I wonder."

Even after all that developed, Liz absolutely loved her wedding. Everything had been perfect in every way possible.

"Over here," she guided Samar across the way, "is where we had the reception."

"Such a large space?" Samar's mouth gaped at the enormity.

"Actually, to accommodate the number of guests, we had to open the adjoining space." Liz grimaced. Granted, she had a wonderful time, but just thinking about how many people had been there, and for such an intimate occasion... it was enough to make a person dizzy.

"I don't even know that many people!" Samar couldn't wrap her mind around the idea.

"I don't either," Liz chuckled, "but Red's associates caught wind of the wedding and rushed to attend." She sighed heavily. "I secretly think half the hotel guests attended unbeknownst to us." She grinned. "The more the merrier, I suppose."

"With gifts in hand, I hope." Samar lifted a stylish brow. "Crashing the party the way they did."

Liz's eyes widened in disbelief. "I lost count. Isn't that horrible? But it's true."

"Holy crap," Samar's brow furrowed. "I do not envy the thank you cards you have to handle!"

Giggling softly, Liz nodded. "Thankfully, Lily has offered to help me, so that's a weight off." She said. "Those people didn't even know me, but graciously took the time to gift us something. It blows my mind."

"True," Samar nodded. "They had, what, less than a day to procure something?"

"Yes," Liz said, "and they did, let me tell you. I still can't believe how generous they were." She said, leading Samar back into the corridor.

"I wish you had seen it," Liz motioned back to the ballroom, "the way it looked that night." She smiled at the memory. "I can't wait to get the photos." She confessed. "Which is where we're going now...cross your fingers." Liz did so with a giddy grin.

Minutes later, they had entered a small but stylish shop off the main thoroughfare.

"Mrs. Reddington, what a pleasant surprise," Josef smiled his welcome.

"Hello, Josef!" Liz beamed, shaking the man's hand. "It's so good to see you!"

"What happened? Are you alright?" Josef motioned to Liz's sling.

"Yes, it's nothing really, part of the job, they tell me." Liz waved off any concern.

"I didn't expect to see you again so soon!" Josef grimaced. "I'm so sorry no one told me of your arrival. Had I been aware, I would have had some of your photos on display."

Liz hastily lifted a calming hand. "Our visit was unplanned, actually. We thought since we were down this way, we would stop in and stay the evening." She motioned to her companion.

"Forgive me! Josef, this is my friend." Liz made the polite introductions. "Samar, this is Josef. He and his wife, Sophia, were the photographers at the wedding."

"Pleased to meet you." The dark beauty shook the man's hand.

"Would it be pushy to ask..." Liz grimaced adorably, "are any of the photos available to see?"

Josef inclined his head. "It was such a stunning wedding." This aside to Samar. "I hope, with your permission, of course, we'll be able to include snapshots for our portfolio." The man led the way to a back area, seeking a reply from Elizabeth.

Liz bit her lip, unsure what to say exactly. Considering who Red was, would it even be possible?

"So, some of the photos are available for view?" Liz asked hopefully. She would die for a sneak peek to see how the images looked. "If I see what's available, surely some prints can be shared."

"Excuse the mess. I always have projects going." Josef waved a hand to proceed him. "The actual studio is out front, but the magic takes place back here."

Glancing to Hunter for permission, Liz nearly jumped from her skin when the man grinned and motioned her to do as she wished.

Motioning the ladies inside, Josef headed for a large box. "Now, these are some of the printed copies," he hefted the weighty box, "but I also have everything on disc for your convenience."

Sliding the parcel towards Liz, Josef gestured for her to open it.

"Oh!" Liz gasped her joy, lifting a handful to inspect, hastily going through one after the other. "They're beautiful!"

"That is a stunning wedding gown," Samar voiced her awe over the lovely creation.

"Oh, no. That wasn't my wedding dress." Liz tapped the picture. "This was my dress for the reception."

"You had two dresses?" Samar voiced her surprise. She didn't know Liz all that well, but would have guessed it was a fight to get Liz in a dress of such design, let alone two.

"Yes," Liz smiled happily at the image, "Silas thought–"

"Silas?" Samar's brows lifted with astonishment.

"Yes, he thought, since the wedding gown was more form fitting," Liz said, "that I should get this dress for the reception so I could move around more easily."

"He thought that, did he?" Samar fought a smile.

"That's what he said." Liz shrugged aimlessly.

Looking through the pictures available, Liz smiled with each passing memory captured. Stumbling over one showcasing one of the many gifts given to their guests, she thumped her forehead.

"Oh, I forgot to give you guys a party favor!" She said, pointing to one of the beer koozies Francis procured.

Gurgling a laugh, Samar took the photo for a closer look. "I wouldn't have thought Reddington would hand out beer koozies."

"Actually, they were a gift from Francis," Liz corrected.

"Of course they were." Samar grinned. Both women turned expectantly at the new arrival on scene.

"Hunter said you were having fun." Red sauntered forward, his stride an easy one. "Is it a private party?"

"Red, look!" Liz excitedly waved the man over. "You gotta see this!"

Red stepped in behind Lizzy, peering over her shoulder.

"What have we here." Red's smile widened, taking the photograph handed him.

Sidling close to the man's side, Liz looked over the pictures with Red, both touching the images with reverent fingers.

"Don't you look stunning." He caressed the word as he did the photo with his eyes. "Truly, there has never been a more beautiful bride."

"Thank you, Red..." Lowering coquettish eyes, Liz's cheeks flushed with delight. "I felt pretty that day." She remembered, her face aglow.

"You're pretty every day..." Red murmured, kissing her temple lovingly.

Samar's expression softened as she watched the exchange.

It was amazing how much had changed in just a few short months. It seemed only yesterday Liz felt uncertain she could pass as Reddington's date. Now, here she was, showered with praise and accepting it as truth from this man.

"These are wonderful, Josef." Lifting the pictures, Red smiled up at the man. "You're a master at your craft."

"Thank you," Josef graciously inclined his head. "I must say, having such a picturesque couple to work with made our job a hundred percent easier."

"Oh, I love this one!" Liz lifted a picture of their hands over her bouquet, showcasing their rings. "Isn't it lovely!"

Glancing down at the photo she held lovingly, Red nodded his approval the shot had turned out so well.

Considering Lizzy had originally balked taking the picture in the first place, her reaction surprised Red. He remembered Elizabeth thought the pose might be too cliché, but now seeing the finished product, both were glad Sophia insisted.

It really was a nice shot, if he said so himself. A hazy halo-like outline surrounded their hands, highlighting the profuse color of Lizzy's bouquet, which acted as their backdrop. Even the sparkle of her ring against his own darker one demanded attention.

All in all, an eye-catching display.

"If you wish," Josef offered with a smile, "you can take that along with you. I have copies should I require it for any reason."

Clasping it to her chest, Liz beamed a bright smile. "I can't wait to show Maria!"

"We should have the complete set in a day or two." Josef assured.

"Oh, that's fine." Red grinned. "I'll try to hold her enthusiasm down, but having seen a preview..." he let it lay. "She will probably call you every ten minutes."

"Here, Mrs. Reddington." Josef picked up a large stack of photos, handing them over to Liz. "I hope you'll enjoy this little preview."

Taking the offered photos, Liz fairly danced in place, impatient to leaf through glimpses of their wedding.

"I can't wait to see them!" Liz gushed, clasping her prize in eager hands.

Smiling his gratitude, Red motioned the women towards the door. "Come along, ladies. Let's let Josef return to his work."

Waving their goodbyes, Liz and Samar walked out, speaking over one another as they traded photos.

"I would like to speak with you later, if you have a moment free today?" Red asked.

"I'm available all day, sir," Josef replied. "Stop by anytime."

"Thank you again for that." Red gestured to his wife's mood before taking his leave.

LIZZINGTON

Ushering Samar to her room, Red stood, enjoying the woman's awed reaction to the suite.

Smiling at the obvious delight on Samar's face, Liz tittered softly. "Think it will do?"

"No, really. Isn't there like a... twin room somewhere?" Samar waved a hand about the suite. "I don't need all this space. Nobody needs all this space." Her lovely mouth was agape.

"Well, you have it." Red replied as he moved further into the suite. "There's a bar here... please use it." He motioned. "It would be my pleasure if you allowed this small gesture, Samar. You have been a good friend to Lizzy. I appreciate that. More than you know."

"Oh," Liz remembered another selling point she personally loved, "we normally dine downstairs, but for room service, just dial four on the phone. I mean, if the mood strikes."

"We'll have lunch on our return," Red continued, "and dinner begins at seven?" He looked at Lizzy for confirmation, which was given. "You're welcome to join us."

Retaining all the information thrown her way, Samar merely nodded her understanding.

"We'll be leaving shortly," Red guided Lizzy to the door. "Why don't you settle in, rest a bit and we'll meet you shortly." He said, closing the door behind him.

Releasing a slow, even breath, Samar inched further into the room, a slow smile lighting her face.

LIZZINGTON

Wrapping his arm around Lizzy's waist, Red smiled when the woman gasped happily at his side.

"Red!" She grinned up at her husband. "It's our honeymoon suite!"

"I know. I asked for it specifically." He said, then smiled at the bellboy. "If you would, my good man."

Taking the key handed to him, the bellboy smiled as Mr. Reddington bent and swept his giggling wife off her feet. Hurriedly opening the door, the young man stepped aside, allowing them entry.

Placing her mouth to his for a long, lingering moment, Liz sighed happily. "I'm so happy we're here."

Sighing his own contentment, Red slowly, and very reluctantly, lowered the woman to her feet. "We'll make a habit of coming here, I promise." He said.

Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, Red lifted a stilling hand. "Just a moment..." he stopped the bellboy as he attempted to sneak out undetected.

The kid grimaced apologetically. "Sir, there is no..."

Waving off the apology, Red handed the kid a wad of cash. "Thank you for your assistance. It was very appreciated."

"Thank you, sir... ma'am." The kid swallowed hard, accepting the enormous tip before he all but ran from the room. His need to share his good fortune with his coworkers was a must.

"So, husband," Liz wrapped her arms over Red's shoulders, "you wanna get it on?"

Grunting under his breath, Red grumbled his discontent. "More than you can imagine," he told the truth, "... but I feel we have a full day ahead of us, and need to get the ball rolling."

Smiling, Liz lifted to her toes, kissing the man. "That's okay... we have tonight, after all."

"I'll hold you to that," Red warned.

"Yeah, you will," Liz proclaimed stoutly, her opinion proudly stated for all to hear.

LIZZINGTON

Looking down at the directions Mark supplied, Liz pointed from the backseat. "I think it's there," she gestured to a slate grey home, "on the left."

Glancing at the numbers on the curbs, Red nodded his agreement, though he was surprised to see such a large home. Much too large for two people, but then, there were supposed to be four people there.

"So, this kid is special...why?" Samar asked from the back seat. She had heard some of the story, but not enough to fit all the pieces together.

"He's a good kid," Danny turned in profile, "sister's a sweet little thing."

"How old is he again?" Samar asked.

"I believe Mark said he was nineteen now." Red replied as Dembe pulled into the driveway.

"And... he's going to be your new accountant?" Samar asked, more than a little puzzled by the fact.

"I checked over his school records," Daniel admitted, "and the kid is brilliant in math, among other subjects."

"His weakness would be, what exactly?" Red smiled curiously as they all stepped from the SUV.

"English." Daniel chuckled. "It's always English."

"Say," Red gave the man a teasing look, "wasn't that your sore subject?"

"Kiss my ass, Reddington." Daniel laughed.

Ringing the doorbell, Red chuckled. Stepping back theatrically, he feigned shock as the door flung open wide, followed by a little ball of energy that hit him head on, arms flung about his middle.

Samantha held tightly, snuggling into the man's abdomen.

"Miss Lizzy!" Samantha smiled excitedly. "Mister Red!"

"Samantha!" Steven came up behind her, his tone a mortified one. "It's Mr. and Mrs. Reddington."

Ducking her head, Samantha frowned sullenly. "I'm sorry..."

"It's alright, sweetie." Liz crouched before the little girl, stroking her pink cheek. "You call us Red and Lizzy if you want to." She smiled at Samantha and Steven.

Smiling impishly, Samantha hugged Liz before turning on Red, returning her arms around his mid-section. Smiling warmly down at the child, Red smoothed her wind-blown hair with a gentle caress.

Shaken from his stupor, Steven grimaced. "Oh, please, come in." He gestured everyone inside.

Samar grinned down at the large blue eyes, poking Samantha's nose playfully. Daniel winked, giving the girl's pig-tails a gentle tug as he passed.

"Is there somewhere we can talk?" Red asked sotto voce, as he side glanced the little one.

He really didn't want to talk about closing out their parents' estate in front of Samantha, and thankfully Steven caught on, as did Lizzy.

"Samantha, I would love to see your room." Liz grinned, as did Samar. Samantha took Liz's hand, chattering away as she led them off upstairs. When she was out of earshot, Steven gestured them to his father's office.

"I closed out the bank accounts and the life insurance policies. I paid the mortgage and car off as was specified in their wills with a separate policy my mother established." Steven wearily released his burden in a single breath. "There's a document I'm supposed to open when I'm twenty-one, unless I had to sell the house for some reason..." He said before plopping in a chair before a large desk, leaving the dominate position to Red.

Hesitating a moment, Red took the seat, understanding the boy found comfort in their positions, whether he was aware of having done so or not.

He came here for just this reason, to take weight off the boy. And it was very apparent by this small gesture, that Steven needed someone else to be the adult for a little while.

Removing an envelope from his pocket, Steven held it out to Red. "...Could you?"

Taking the envelope, Red slipped it inside his jacket pocket for later. "Any family in the area?"

"None that care." Steven scowled. "After the wills were read, and they realized they weren't getting a damn thing, they vanished." He took a breath, calming the sudden surge of anger he felt. "My parents set up everything to be taken care of until I reached twenty-one, so the funds were–"

"I understand." Red stopped him. Rotten bastards, leaving not only a scared eighteen-year-old to pick up the pieces by himself, but no one stepped up to help with the girl.

Until now.

"Have you decided what you would like to do with the house?" Red asked. He purposely avoided calling it home, as he felt it would upset Steven further.

Dropping his head into his hands, Steven rubbed at the sudden tension building. "I don't know. What should I do with it?"

"If you rent it, you have a second income," Red mentioned an option, "but you have to employ an agent to handle any problems that may arise."

"Or you sell and put the money in an account for a rainy day." Daniel suggested.

Looking between the two men, Steven's breathing took on a harsh quality, one of building anxiety. "I thought maybe...that is..." the kid was clearly overwhelmed. "I...if it's alright, then..."

"You've done great, Steven," Red soothed. "It's alright." Daniel patted the young man's back until he finally settled.

Steven reddened in embarrassment. "I'm sorry."

"Your family might not have been here for you, Steven," Red smiled kindly, "but we are. We'll help you figure this out."

Exhaling a shaky breath, Steven nodded his relief as Daniel lay a reassuring hand on the young man's shoulder.

Understanding Steven felt the weight of his grief even now, Red silently came to a decision for him to ease the burden. A fresh start was needed in all regards.

"You'll sell the house." Red directed. "Daniel, if you could handle that end of the matter?"

Removing his phone, Daniel dialed a local company he worked with many times. He excused himself for a moment to speak privately.

Turning to his loyal friend, Red smiled. "Dembe, could you call local Realtors and set up–"

"It is handled, Raymond." Dembe assured.

"You're like Lurch." Red accused.

"Thank you." Dembe nodded solemnly, retreating to the hall.

"We'll go through the house and decide what stays and what goes," Red continued as though nothing had occurred. "We'll have your things shipped to DC." He said. "I normally donate what I don't need, but if you wish to open the house for–"

"No," Steven shook his head, "no, it's okay, let's just get it done."

"If you change your mind, just let me know." Red stood, ushering them out of the office. "Now, why don't we go through the house and mark the pieces you'd like to take."

"We can just get rid of all of it." Steven hurriedly offered. "The expense–"

"You let me worry about that." Red said, gesturing to a nearby antique accent table. "Besides, I'm sure your mother would want Samantha to have that when she gets older. It's beautiful."

Steven glanced around, memories flooding into his chaotic brain. Memories he had repressed since his parents passing. Memories he had purposely refused to allow surface.

"Steven." Red sensed the turmoil. "Let it go."

The kid swallowed hard, nodding after a fashion.

"We'll sort it out." The older man stated quietly. "I promise. Give me a few weeks."

Steven forced a smile. "Not much I wouldn't do for you, Mr. Reddington."

Red's gaze softened. "I'm going to go find Lizzy. Samantha should have a say in all this."

"She'll love that." The boy forced a brightness Red knew he didn't feel.

"Let's go track them down."

Heading up the staircase, Red smiled when he heard Lizzy's voice filtering down the hall. Peeking around the corner of the first door on the right, he grinned when he found the ladies having an impromptu tea party.

Each wore a feather boa and head ornament of some kind.

Samantha wore a pink cowboy hat lined in rhinestones, Samar a purple and yellow Fascinator and Lizzy... a tiara.

Clearing his throat, Red respectfully inclined his head when his wife turned his way, a small teacup and saucer in hand. "Excuse me... your Highness?"

Lifting a regal chin, Liz turned, offsetting the small tiara. "Yes, oh minion of mine?"

Steven's lips twitched slightly, but the kid managed to keep a straight face.

"I hope you'll pardon my intrusion." Red asked quietly. "If you would be so kind as to award a loyal subject a moment of your time?"

Excusing herself from the tea party, Liz stepped out into the hall with Red. "We are displeased." She held the role, her scowl deepening. "You should be down on your knees before us...peasant."

"Yeah, later tonight, baby." Red ignored Steven's suddenly red face, continuing. "We need some royal assistance." He relayed the game plan.

"Well, alright, but you explain why the tea party has been cancelled. Not me."

Red put on his most charming smile, heading for the little girl.

Lizzy got to work on the downstairs, her tiara in place.

"Steven, with your permission, we will tackle this room." The master suite appeared untouched. A time capsule awaiting its rightful occupants. Red opened the door to a musky smell of a room unused for a goodly while. "Perhaps Dembe and Daniel can help sort out yours?"

Swallowing a knot in his throat, the young man nodded his consent. "It's been... no one's been in there for a while. It's probably real dusty."

"No problem." Red smiled pleasantly. "We'll have a cleaning service come in somewhere down the line. Right now, though, we should check it out. See what's what."

"Well, Samantha and I have dibs on her room. I can't wait to help pack some of those adorable stuffed animals. They are a secret passion of mine." Samar held out her hand, which the little girl took instantly.

Samantha's face brightened. "Wait until you see my special bunny. You'll fall in love with him."

"Oh, I don't know." Samar took on a most serious expression. "I don't fall in love easily. This bunny better be something really cool."

Samantha pulled on the woman's hand excitedly. Samar grinned, following good-naturedly.

Liz came up the stairs, list in hand. "That wasn't so bad. I've catalogued the furniture. We will send in the 'A' team to handle the packing and loading."

"You're done already?"

"It's an open floor-plan, Red." The woman had made quick work of the process. "I closed up Sam's house and mine, remember. I'm used to this sort of thing."

She turned sad eyes the man's way, having watched Steven on his trek down the corridor. "I feel so sorry for him. I remember the pain, Red."

"I know, baby."

"He's just a baby himself and to have all this responsi–"

"He's a man." Red corrected evenly. "He's shown himself to be one."

Liz drew in a long, shaky breath, nodding absently. "What now?"

"Is this too much for you?"

She smiled softly at him. "Not at all. Let's get moving, Sailor."

"Steven will be okay once he gets the hell out of here." Red assured.

"Poor kid..." Liz hugged Red, ducking her head under his chin. "I'm glad we did this. I hate thinking of him attempting this alone."

Stepping back, Liz took a breath, settling her own nerves. "You are a good man, Red Reddington."

"And you are one sexy, delicious woman, Mrs. Reddington."

"Damned straight." She quipped. "Lead on, minion."

Working together, they marked items to take along to D.C. before clearing drawers of pieces to be donated.

Photos and other personal mementoes were packed carefully. Liz reverently placed the mother's effects aside. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched Red handle the father's possessions with the same care.

"You can really feel the weight of it all, can't you." Liz murmured.

"Yes," Red sighed. "I didn't even know them, but feel extreme sorrow for what they were forced to leave behind."

Opening a drawer, Red cocked his head curiously when he heard what sounded like a faint metallic thump inside. Wiggling the drawer again, he listened intently, hearing the sound once more.

Liz stopped her packing, having noted the actions. "What did you find?"

Crouching, the man peered closer at the drawer, finding a small seam towards the bottom. Pushing up against the crack, his brow arched as the entire drawer lifted, revealing a hidden platform beneath.

"What do we have here..." Red looked over the dresser with a keen eye, impressed by the design. Lifting the drawer upright, he couldn't say he was surprised when he found a few weapons laying on display.

Considering there were children in the house, it was a clever place to stash a weapon... or three.

"That's...unexpected." Liz sauntered to his side, glancing over Red's shoulder.

"Look at this," Red motioned to his find. "Perhaps we should double check the other furniture for hidden compartments."

"Surely they only had the one." Liz said. "With Samantha in the house, it only makes sense they would keep any firearms concealed."

"Maybe," Red shrugged, "but it never hurts to check." Stepping out into the hall, he called down the corridor for Daniel.

"Yeah?" Daniel appeared around the doorframe.

"Look at this." Red gestured.

Studying the find, Daniel nodded his approval. "That's cool..."

Sharing his thoughts with Daniel about the other furniture, Red lifted his hands at his side. "My father had money and jewelry stashed throughout the house." He remembered. "Who's to say Steven's parents didn't do the same?"

"My uncle did that." Daniel remembered well. "Found wads of hundreds stashed in secret compartments built into the couches and shit. Was like a scavenger hunt, finding everything. He was my favorite uncle after that."

"He was dead, Daniel." Red pointed out the obvious. The man studied the guns closely, a frown furrowing his brow.

"Something wrong?" Daniel asked.

"No..." Red muttered, "... maybe?" He said, then motioned to the guns. "It's been a while since I lived the normal life," he lowered his voice, "but is it commonplace now for a man in middle America to own not one, but three highly sought after weapons."

Taking a closer look at what Red meant, Daniel blew out a slow whistle once he really studied the pistols.

"I suppose the man could have been a collector," Red granted, "but to spend that amount of cash..." he shook his head. "These things are not cheap. Something doesn't feel right here."

"Maybe he inherited them?" Daniel suggested. "At any rate, it won't take us but a few minutes to check the house for hidden treasure." He said. "We aren't amateurs at this."

"Lizzy, we're going to check downstairs for a few minutes." Red motioned.

"Okay!" Liz called out from a closet.

"It'll be a realtor," Danny said, for the doorbell had interrupted the conference. "I'll get it."

Placing the guns on a high shelf, Red went downstairs, nodding to the Realtor. He heard a walk-through of the house being arranged. Daniel joined him in the study a few moments later.

"I told him to just leave a quote and his info in the foyer and we'd contact him later." The young man reported. "Oh, and Dembe scheduled the Vets to come pick up the unneeded furniture and stuff."

"Where is Dembe?" Red had lost track of his friend.

"He was still with Steven last I saw." Danny hooked a thumb.

Gesturing to the room beside them, Red and Daniel began their thorough search of the house while Realtors came and went, leaving their appraisal at the door.

In their search, they stumbled over expensive pieces such as paintings, along with an occasional stack of cash squirreled away. Interestingly enough, they also happened upon more weaponry.

Storing their finds on the dining room table, except the guns which were wrapped and placed in a locking curio cabinet out of sight, Red was surprised to see the pile grow in size with each passing room.

"Okay," Daniel drawled, "I'll bite. Who the hell were these people?" He said, gesturing to the unusual valuables.

"It's a possibility they acquired a majority of this before the children were born." Red shrugged. "When I was in my twenties and single, I purchased a gun, sports car..." he rolled his hand as the list of purchases had varied.

"Sure," Daniel said, having been there, done that, "but I doubt it was of this caliber."

"No," Red shook his head, "no, it wasn't." Sighing, he moved on. "You keep looking. I'm gonna check on Lizzy."

Glancing to his left, Red motioned to Dembe as the man stepped down to the first floor. "The only room we haven't tackled is the father's study." He said. "I'll do that, I guess, as soon as I see if Lizzy needs assistance."

"I will make a preliminary sweep for important documents." Dembe offered.

"Dembe, what would I do without you?" Red smiled.

"I would imagine," Dembe said as he walked off towards the office, "you would be completely disorganized and lost."

Sniggering under his breath, Red nodded after a fashion, knowing the truth when he heard it.

Heading upstairs, Red hesitated at Steven's door, finding the boy staring sightlessly out his window. The haunted look on the young man's face was all too familiar to Red.

Meandering on his thoughts for a moment, Red nodded, a decision firmly in mind.

First, he needed to find his wife and let her know of his plans. Searching the parents bedroom, he heard the muffled sounds of soft swearing then a box being shoved aside. He headed for the walk-in closet to his left.

Stepping around the corner, Red peered around the clothes, a quizzical look on his face.

Moving further into the closet, Red found Lizzy in a storage space tucked back in the master closet. "This place gets more interesting with each layer we uncover."

How Lizzy stumbled upon the hideaway compartment, he couldn't imagine. Stepping further into the hidden alcove, Red allowed his eyes to adjust to the dimmer lighting.

"You blended." Red murmured, gathering the woman's attention.

"Oh, hi." Liz smiled wanly, pushing the soft white fabric back into its protective bag.

Stepping forward, Red peered through the thick plastic covering at the mountains of tulle and lace.

"Her wedding dress." He surmised.

"Yeah..." Liz swallowed, carefully zipping the protective covering closed.

"That goes with us." Red made an executive decision.

"You think?" Liz clearly had her doubts. "I mean, by the time Samantha gets around to wearing it, the style will be very outdated, I'm sure."

"Then she'll fashion it into something new and lovely." Red knew when the time came, he would encourage Samantha to do just that. "You know Samantha will want it, regardless."

Red knew he voiced a hope of Lizzy's, one she held a majority of her life. To own something of her mother's, even the smallest of trinkets, would mean the world to her.

"Do you think..." Liz looked up at Red, indecision in her features, "we should let Samantha choose something of her parents to keep for her own?" She asked. "Besides this, I mean." She indicated the dress.

Red couldn't help notice Lizzy absently rubbed her fingers against a sweater that had obviously been a favorite of the woman that once lived here. It was soft and smelled of vanilla and lavender.

Thankfully, because of Lizzy's own desires, she had the foresight to keep things that would mean a great deal to a young woman who had lost her mother.

Who better to champion for Samantha than Lizzy?

"I think that's a wonderful idea." Red murmured, wrapping his arms about her waist.

Leaning into Red's embrace, Liz rested her head against his chest. The tension in her shoulders eased when Red released a soft sigh.

"Your mother had long red hair and fair skin..." His heart ached when Lizzy lifted her eyes to his, instantly focused on every word he said as he began describing the woman he once knew.

"She also had a smattering of freckles," he smiled, tracing the small freckles on Lizzy's nose and cheeks. "Her eyes were almost crystal blue, like an icy pond in winter," he trailed his finger across Lizzy's brow, staring into her own beautiful eyes, "a small, delicate nose," he traced the bridge of Lizzy's own nose before skimming her lips, "and a full mouth, with an inviting smile."

Closing her eyes, Liz imagined the picture Red related, piecing together the image in her mind. "She sounds...beautiful."

"She was a very beautiful woman. Shorter than you...not by much, though." He grinned at her blinking eyes, so full of hope and trust. "And a diabolical sense of humor that no one appreciated... but me." He grinned.

Leaning into the hand cupping her cheek, Liz turned into his touch when he tapped her cheek. "She had a beauty mark, right here."

"What did she sound like?" Liz murmured.

"She was rather soft-spoken," Red remembered. "When speaking to you, her voice was rather melodic and wistful."

"And when she spoke to you?"

"Vexation." Red smiled when Liz laughed quietly into his chest. "So, like mother, like daughter."

Keeping her eyes closed, Liz strained to envision the woman she barely remembered. Quick flashes of a smile came and went, illusive images that had no real form or shape.

Slowly guiding her out of the closet and into the bath, Red scanned the counter for something he had noticed earlier.

"When you took your first steps, you headed directly for your mother." He recalled Declan telling him as much. "Your first word was mama, and she was so thrilled, she encouraged you to say it repeatedly throughout the day." He remembered hearing that over the calls they traded that day. "She was so happy and laughed each and every time you said it. She was clearly enchanted with her little girl."

Gripping the perfume bottle in hand, Red wafted it under Lizzy's nose. "She smelled like this."

Liz drew in a deep breath, emotions flooding her senses. Chanel. She read the label, tears welling in her eyes. She blinked them aside.

Inhaling the soft aroma of the classic perfume, Liz's eyes prickled with heat. A faint memory surfaced, the hazy image surrounding the woman's aura seemed to glow.

"And when you laugh," he tweaked her side, inducing a small giggle, "...you sound just like her."

Liz leaned into Red's touch as the man smoothed his hand through her long hair.

"Regardless of your parents history," Red included Declan in the mix, for he couldn't speak solely for Katarina, "they would have been proud of you, Lizzy... the life you've made." He knew he wished the same for his own daughter. "They wished for nothing more but for you to have a good life, a chance at something more than they had."

What parent didn't want that for their child.

"Would they have approved of us, do you think?" Liz lifted searching eyes.

"Not at first, no." Red knew his history and the age gap may have been a problem. "I like to think though, when they realized how much I love you, and saw how happy you seem–"

"How happy I am," Liz staunchly corrected.

"I think they would have given their blessing." Regardless of his present circumstances, Red felt he had it in him to prove his worth.

There was also the fact he wouldn't have given a damn what they thought. Considering their own transgressions, who the hell were they to judge him?

"Would you have cared to get it?" Liz wondered.

"I wouldn't have needed it, no." Red told the truth. "But if it made you happy..."

"I can't say their approval would have swayed me in any way." She replied honestly. "It wouldn't change how I feel...but it would have been nice." She idly fiddled with his tie, sighing.

"You want to ask something. What?"

"I know you probably won't answer, but maybe you will at some point." Liz shrugged slightly. "Why did you come into my life, really? I'm not talking about the support you gave Sam. I mean, why now? You could have stayed in the shadows."

"There were a lot of reasons, maybe too many to mention now." Red said, then lifted a hand, asking she give him a chance to explain. "I'm not saying I won't tell you them, but later, when we're alone."

Nodding her understanding, Liz knew maybe now wasn't the right time.

"I will say," Red began, if for no other reason, but to let Lizzy know he wasn't placating her, "I wanted to help you inch up the ladder, make a name for yourself." He told the truth. "I also wished to meet you, personally, to see if you had any redeeming qualities."

Liz snorted. "You wanted to know if I was a bitchy little brat like Silas claims."

"Your parents could be kind," Red remembered, "but they could also be cold, calculated... impatient, and stubborn."

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it." Liz grinned, bringing light to her less than desirable traits.

"Believe me when I say," Red replied, "you pale in comparison to those two." He grumbled, recalling how insufferable the two could be when they got their mind set on something.

Liz's brow lifted with surprise to learn that tidbit.

"Aside from your stubborn streak and tendency to not think before acting." Red looked at her with vexed affection. "You're doing better than when I first met you."

Laughing quietly, Liz nudged the man's chest. "Let's get this done."

"Actually," Red remembered why he had come in here, "if it's alright with you, I'm going to take Steven for a little male bonding."

"You're going to a bar?" Liz scrunched her nose.

"Uh, no." Red shook his head, chuckling. "We need to go unload his car, so..."

"Oh." Liz understood. "Okay, then, maybe by the time you get back, we'll have this done."

"You're going to have to handle everything here for a short time," Red said. "You're okay with that? Daniel and Hunter will be here, of course, but..."

"Sure," Liz offered a small smile. "No problem."

"Keep your phone on you." Red leaned, kissing her then took his leave.

Walking the hall, he tapped on the doors facing, startling Steven from his quiet solitude.

"Steven?" Stepping into the room, Red smiled kindly. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine..." Straightening, Steven attempted a smile.

"It'll be over soon." Red nodded quietly, knowing what the boy was thinking... feeling. He had felt it when his own parents passed.

The young man hung his head, sighing shakily.

"Your life keeps turning upside down and you don't know which way is up." Red said as he sat down next to him. "But you're reaching the surface faster than you realize." He encouraged. "Two days and life will make sense again. You'll have a path to follow, something to focus on... hope instead of despair."

The boy's eyes filled with tears, before he blinked them away, only to have them track down his face. He wiped at them angrily before Red stopped him.

"You have every right to be sad about everything that's happened." Red said. "You have even more right to be pissed off at them."

Frowning curiously, Steven turned towards Red.

"They left you alone. Left you with so much responsibility you were ill prepared for," Red held the boy's eyes steadily, "but have handled with amazing fortitude. But this wasn't your job. You had a whole life in front of you. Your life. College, exploration, dating..."

"Not anymore..."

"Yes, you do." Red disagreed. "That's why we're here. To help you get that life back on track." He said. "You're going to college. You will have a career...you'll meet a woman."

Steven ducked his head, blushing slightly.

"Well, I'm sure you're wanting to do that." Red chuckled. "And you can now, because we're here to help."

"Why?" Steven asked. "I'm a complete stranger to you and Mr. Donovan, really. You don't really know me."

"We have all been given a hand up, guidance, now we're paying it forward." Red stood, pulling the kid up as he went. "As you will do someday." It was explained. "Besides, your actions speak volumes. You stepped up. You didn't falter, not once."

The boy beamed his pride, trying not to.

Guiding Steven downstairs, Red took him along and out to the car, taking the driver's seat. "I'm not saying life will always be easy, but it will be more easily managed with people who care surrounding you."