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)

221. Supreme Justice

July 21

Shuffling through the papers on his desk, Red breathed easier when he finally happened upon the envelope that evaded him the last few minutes.

Slicing it open, he pulled the papers free, then scanned them with an eagle eye. He wished to see all was in order, and as he read through everything, it was better than expected. This would be a fine gift to present to Lizzy in honor of their marriage.

It wasn't his first major purchase where Lizzy was concerned, but it was since their marriage, and hoped it would be the first of many.

"Hey," Silas gave a knock before shoving his way past the already open door, "got some mail." He handed over the large bundle.

"Thank you." Red took the burden, motioning Silas to sit. "Aren't you supposed to be down for a while yet?" The man scowled over at his head security guy. "And yet, here you are."

"Never mind about me." Silas pulled one stack of concealed documents from under his arm. "Mailman apologized for the late delivery on those." His scowl increased. "Said they fell out of his box and got wedged behind his seat. You know their motto. Better late than never."

"That's your motto." Red grinned, taking the articles, screening them meticulously. He hesitated over one in particular. Tapping it on the desktop, he set it propped against his penholder to attend to later. He wouldn't think about it now. "That can wait."

"Sleep well?" Red turned his attention where it needed to be.

After all the years of sleeping on the hard ground or propped against walls in battle zones, both he and Silas could sleep anywhere. It didn't mean, however, they didn't have their preferences.

Red loved his bed, because Lizzy was in it. Silas preferred his bachelor quarters, likely due to all the weaponry within reach.

But last night, Silas was forced to sleep just down the hall from the master suite.

Lizzy had made the area incredibly comfortable. She had done very well keeping the colors neutral, along with fitting the bed with plush sheets and luxurious pillows that cradled your head and neck to perfection.

Red really loved those pillows. He had swapped out his old ones for a matching set.

"I know you prefer your own quarters, of course, but I hope you were able to pass a comfortable night at least?"

"You mean," Silas amended, taking a seat across from Red's desk, "was I able to block out the sounds of Liz reaching the pinnacle of sexual abandonment?" Red was given a lifted brow from the worldly guard. "Yes.. I did."

"Not quite sure what you heard." Red glanced up from his ledger, giving the man a sardonic look. "Elizabeth crashed the minute her head hit the pillow."

"Married less than two weeks," Silas shook a woeful head, "and she's already neglecting her wifely duties, eh, Red?" He provoked the guy because he could, but earned little less than a roll of the eyes. "Must have been Francis, I heard," he scratched the scruff on his jaw. "Bastard was probably whacking off under the full moon."

"There was a full moon? I missed an opportunity?" Biting back a laugh for the visual alone, Red jotted down the needed note as a reminder of things to do. "Just wondering, were the sounds coming from the room above yours?"

"I don't know," Silas scowled. "Does it matter?" He asked. "Hell, for all I know, I probably hallucinated the whole thing." He growled his irritation. "Even though I didn't need it, Antonio had that traitor bastard, Jack Landry," he spat, "shoot me up with something that made me see streamers and shit."

"Haven't done that in a while. Used to like it." Silas shrugged mentally. "I'm getting old."

Noting the guard's unusually sour mood, and constant rubbing of his leg, Red gestured. "We're not getting old. We're simply more seasoned. The leg acting up?"

"Aching," Silas sat, rubbing the affected area absently, a grimace on the handsome features. Groaning softly, he winced, having touched a particularly sensitive spot. "It's being a bitch today, is all..."

"You're a man of many words, all of them derogatory." Red stood, placing some of the papers spread out over his desk in the safe, which was what he did every morning after opening his correspondence. "Serves you right for venturing out of bed today when you should have simply stayed put."

"Lay off," Silas grumbled, "I haven't had my coffee yet."

"I know, I know," Red lifted placating hands, "you and Lizzy can't function without your coffee. I saw the fact advertised on a billboard across town yesterday."

"I can function," Silas sat back in his chair with a groan, "I just don't want to." He bitched, then scowled at Red's bright mood. "You're entirely too happy in the mornings of late. Can't you work on that? What gives?" The large man's mood soured even more so, then brightened a tad. "Oh, wait...are we killing some unsuspecting soul today and you just haven't shared?"

"It's only eight o'clock in the morning." Red motioned to the timepiece on the wall.

"I usually get up at six for my workout." Silas pointed out. "We've already wasted two hours in my world."

"Your world is a scary, dark place." Red replied evenly.

"Your point?" Comfortably stretching his leg out, Silas petulantly crossed his arms over his chest.

"I wish I could brighten it, but to my knowledge, we aren't killing anyone today." Red moved on. "Dembe tells me, however, things could change as the day wears on."

"I'll keep a good thought." Silas mumbled.

"Regardless of how my day turns out," Red filed bills in their proper slots, "you aren't doing a damn thing." He gave the man a perturbed look. "I mean it, Silas, you're taking the week off to recuperate."

"Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?" Silas snapped. "You act like you're my boss or something." He grimaced once more, rubbing his sore leg with a more pronounced touch.

"In technical terms," Red flicked his pen with his thumb, the clicking sound soothing his rising aggravation. "I'm just the guy who, regardless of what an asshole you are, continues to deposit obscene amounts of money into your accounts. What designation would you give me?"

"Yeah, hold that over my head." Propping his leg on a nearby ottoman, Silas sighed his relief.

"You're being a real bitch today." Red made mention. "There are two reasons that might be occurring. One?" He ignored Silas' glare of defiance. "Admit it. Your leg is killing you, your ribs are still healing. I know that recent bullet wound still pulls." He mentioned just a couple of the guy's ailments. "You need to rest... just for a few days."

"And two?" The guard sat up, ready to do battle, his face a massive scowl.

"Two?" Red gave the guy a staid look. "You need to get laid, preferably by a dark-haired, more than competent Mossad agent who knows how to do the deed right, if my instincts about women are still intact...which they are." He finished with a flourish. "Defend yourself against that one, asshole."

Sighing, Silas' petulant frown deepened.

"Jack's here," Red reminded more gently. "Let him take lead for a while, get to know the men." He suggested. "He needs to get the lay of the land."

"Without my interference." Silas heard the supposed underlying hint.

Tapping his pen against his knuckles, Red stifled a sigh. Returning to his ledger, he cleared his throat softly. "Well, this is going nowhere fast...to business, then."

Red distracted the gruff guard from his doldrums. "I may need you to send a man to retrieve Samar's car from her apartment."

Silas pretended not to be interested. "Why? What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing," Red said. "I assumed, since Samar is here," he stated casually, lifting his eyes to study Silas' reaction, "she'll ride with us when I take Lizzy to work."

Silas perked up, sitting straighter.

"She will undoubtedly be needing it to drive home tonight. Didn't want to inconvenience her cause I'm just that nice a guy." Red offered tongue-in-cheek. "You might try emulating me. Could get you closer to your objective faster."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Silas grumbled irritably.

"Samar stayed here last night," Red said, "...in the room above yours."

Falling silent, Silas froze. Images of Jack speaking to Samar flashed through his mind's eye.

Had he imagined all those sounds last night or had he really heard them. Had that fucker Landry made a move on...

Silas' large hands covered his face. He scrubbed the weariness from his soul. "Aww, shit."

"Nothing happened." Red shook a woeful head. "You're being stupid again. Samar would not do something like that under Lizzy's roof and you fucking know it, Silas. What is wrong with you of late?"

"...I know." The man held up a large hand. "I'm just..." What? What was he?

Red allowed the quiet for a moment that the man could gather his thoughts.

"It's driving me crazy, Red." The guy sounded tired, beat down. "God, man. She's got me twisted inside my head."

Red nodded. "I know." He could commiserate. "I do know."

Silas nodded. "Don't mean to be such a fucker." The man apologized in his own way.

"...I know." Red smiled. "Here." He tossed the guy a bottle of pain and inflammation pills. "Why don't you go have your coffee." He strongly suggested. "Maybe some breakfast. Your perspective might change for the better. Who the hell knows."

"Yeah..." Silas eased from the chair as quickly as he could, "... that could work. Food always helps, right?" Popping the cap on the bottle, he shook a couple in hand.

"Uh huh." Red grinned. "Food will alter a guy's outlook. Tell Lizzy I'll be along in a moment, will you?"

"Sure," Silas hobbled from the room, nary a glance in Red's direction, "I'll tell her."

The guy had a reason to hobble now.

---

LIZZINGTON

---

Red met Lizzy coming from the kitchen just as he passed the dining room's threshold. They almost collided. "We need a traffic light here." He jested.

Lizzy's smile warmed him. "Coming to get you for breakfast. Are you hungry?"

"I could eat." Red stepped, pulled up, having entered the kitchen area. As usual, there were guards milling about, pestering Nora, getting into the fridges, fetching coffee from the large urns over by the back door.

"...What the hell is that?" The man's face showed his annoyance. He already knew, of course.

He stepped back, studying what could only be described as an adult version of an Easy Bake Oven. Unlike the one his daughter once received for Christmas, Lizzy's new toy offered an array of cooking options. It also happened to be neon pink and bejeweled in rhinestones, which surrounded the entire structure.

Liz rushed to the counter, proudly showing off the item in question. "I finally got around to situating some of my wedding gifts, sorta."

Francis casually strolled by, offering over a comment. "That is Lizzy's gift, right?"

"Well, I'm not gonna fight over it, no." Red stated emphatically.

"Isn't it pretty?" Liz gushed.

"No." Red pulled a face. "What the hell, Lizzy?"

"Don't be such a grouch. This thing is amazing!" Her voice was excited, her manner animated.

"It not only toasts bread, bagels... Eggo's," she widened impressed eyes, showcasing all the buttons like some hostess on The Price is Right. "I can make eggs, bacon, hashbrowns ... pancakes!" She showed him the little circular pan and griddle. "It even has a boiled egg option!"

Red's expression did not alter one iota. "It looks like something that belongs in a Bordello."

"It's a little blingy, sure." Liz was sad, for all of two seconds. "Okay, it's gaudy as hell, but it's really a remarkable product. The guys love it. And they love me for using it to their advantage, don't you guys!"

Several guards nodded politely, but Red then noted a line waited patiently for Lizzy to use her contraption. He highly suspected it was not due to the cuisine offered, but they wished to make Lizzy happy.

"I like it lightly toasted and if you could kinda make the cheese bubbly?" Justin handed over his plate with a smile.

Liz took the guy's bagel, placing a prepared egg on top of some bacon and, of course, a slice of cheese, as requested. "Won't take a minute, Justin." Liz beamed a response.

"Aren't you invading Nora's domain?" Red cast a harried glance at the older woman over by the massive stoves. "We don't want to piss her off for any reason, Lizzy. Antonio is just waiting in the wings to..."

"She isn't pissed." Liz waved the notion aside. "This helps her. Everything is so chaotic in the mornings. I take a little pressure off, see?"

Another bagel was handed over to its recipient. "Just like I like it, Liz, thanks."

"No problem, Justin."

Red glared at the hot pink, jewel encrusted contraption staring back so haughtily.

"And I can make late-night snacks for us." The woman was beyond giddy with her new play toy.

"Won't that be cool?"

"Hey, Liz. Can I have some pancakes? That sandwich was good, but it just wasn't enough."

"Don't you worry, Amir. I got it covered. Red, you want some pancakes?"

"Ah..."

"Mine are better." Nora motioned to her stack of steaming, lovely browned creations. She grinned over at the man. "Because they are made with a loving hand, not a mechanical one."

"Oh, Nora." Liz crinkled her nose. "You know I'll lose interest in a couple of days. I love your food to the moon and back. Just like I love you."

"I know." The woman chuckled, loading down Francis' plate to the max. "I don't think my job is in jeopardy. Besides, I look better in pink."

"Yeah, you do." Francis Holbrook leaned, kissing the woman's cheek lovingly. "Marry me."

"I have shopping this afternoon. Try me again tomorrow?"

"You know I will." Francis left, his plate securely pressed in loving arms.

Red sighed, giving the toaster one last scowl. "I'll be going old-school." He took his plate, heading for Nora.

Lizzy rolled her eyes. "Technology is not a bad word, people."

Red waited patiently for his turn in line for Nora's pancakes.

"Honey, I can get your coffee." Liz plopped more batter on the small grill, offering over a peace gesture.

"Got it, sweetheart." The man held up a cup, smiling over. "You go ahead and play."

Liz frowned a tad but returned to her contraption. "Silas? Want some pancakes?"

"Yeah." The large guard stepped up to Nora's line. "Real ones."

"I'll have you know," Liz planted hands on hips, "these are real! Nora made the batter for me and..." she trailed off, nibbling on her lip. "Not that I needed her to or anything, she just..."

"It's alright, baby." Red consoled the woman, though he wasn't sure why. "I'll take one of your pancakes. I bet they're delicious."

Ducking her chin, Liz offered the man a coquettish smile. "Really?"

"Oh, please..." Silas muttered his disdain.

"Shut the hell up." Red mumbled quietly, jabbing the guard in the back with his fork. Holding his plate aloft, he smiled at his wife. "Definitely," he leaned, kissing her sweet mouth. "They certainly look fluffy, just how I like them."

"Well... okay." Liz brightened once more, then smiled at the waiting guards. "I gotta make some more pancakes for Red, so I can only do baked stuff a few minutes. Okay?"

Nodding their understanding, the line shifted, allowing the ones who wanted melted cheese to go first.

Tittering, Nora gave Liz a gentle smile. "I'll get your food, Silas," she offered, "if you want to sit down?"

"I was seated. All the action is in here." The guard grumbled. He hadn't seen the lovely woman he had come in to see, which...kinda pissed him off.

"Samar!" Liz waved cheerfully. "Come have some pancakes."

Silas straightened, nodding minutely as the dark eyes caught his. "Trust me. This is the line you want." He offered a spot in front of him.

"She's not a line-butter!" Liz took umbrage. "Samar, come over here. We're co-workers and we shop together."

"Lizzy." Red's mouth tightened. "Eh...maybe we should allow the lovely lady to make her own choices."

Liz looked to Silas who was looking at her, not in a good way.

"Oh." She hastily shut down the toaster controls. "It's okay. This thing is getting too hot, anyway." The next guard in line held up his bagel and cheese, his expression a comically awry one.

Liz leaned the man's way, whispering as she blocked sight of her activities. "Cover me."

The guy nodded amicably. "Sure..."

Stealthily taking the plate, she slipped it into the toaster, offering the guy a relieved smile.

Liz glanced over her shoulder. "Isn't this nice? All of us here together, having a nice breakfast."

Samar nodded, holding her amusement in check. "It is very nice, yes."

Silas stepped back, allowing the woman room to go before him.

The Agent sent a worried glance to those behind the big man. "I really don't mind going to–"

"They don't mind either. Do you, men." Silas didn't even bother to really check with his men.

A chorus of hasty Not at all, No, Ma'am, Not me...Go right ahead, met with his question.

Liz smiled brightly. "See, they're all such gentlemen, aren't they?"

Samar looked the motley group over. "They certainly are." She managed straight-faced.

Liz clasped her hands together happily. "Really! This is just so nice, having everybody here like this."

Samar took her place in line with a slight nod of gratitude to Silas, who smiled down at the beautiful face. "It certainly is."

The deep baritone washed over the woman, sending goose-flesh down her arms. Samar hid the fact determinedly. She could feel the cool gray-blue eyes on her.

"Let me in." Liz scooted between Silas and Amir. She scowled back. "Didn't I just give you pancakes?"

"And they were delicious." Amir made mention.

Liz pouted, but she didn't know why. "How are you feeling, Silas? Can I get you anything?"

"Yeah, a little silence." He gruffly grated, for his attention was taken from Samar's soft, creamy cheekline.

"Well, you go sit down and I'll get your coffee."

"Sure, kid." The big man gave up the fight. "You do that, and...thanks."

"No problem." Liz flounced away toward the coffee urns.

"If you would like, we usually just head for the dining room after we inundate Nora with our heathenly ways." The guard took his shot.

"...Yes, that would be lovely." Samar allowed the man to carry her plate. "Eh...what about yours?" She noted he had not waited to receive his own food.

"Liz will get it for me." Silas motioned with his hand. "Won't you, kid." He raised his voice effectively.

"Oh, sure, Silas. On it." Liz was more than happy to oblige. Red handed his plate to her when she arrived on line, his smile a gentle, patient one. He motioned for her to take the food for the guard.

"Are you sure, Red?" she whispered anxiously.

Nora saved the day by handing over a heaping plate, her expression an infinitely paternal one. "You're holding up the line."

Red grinned, taking the hint. "...We're holding up the line." He motioned Liz to precede him as they headed for the dining room.

The room filled quickly, each occupant speaking over another as the din of noise surrounded the diners, as was the routine in the Reddington household each new day.

Once seated, Liz took over as hostess. "Samar, you look so put together today, as any day" She noted the cream blouse, tapered black slacks and lovely coral scarf around her neck.

"Oh, yeah, they're great." Samar smoothed a hand down the silk of her blouse. "Thank you." She hooked a thumb in her linen trousers, swishing the light fabric.

"I love that scarf." Liz ignored the noise, opening up her own little section of the room to any and all takers.

Samar glanced at the object. "It was a gift from my mother when I was younger." A soft smile lit the pretty face.

"Your mother has excellent taste." Liz smiled warmly.

Samar's eyes softened. "Yes, she did."

"Your mother would be very proud of her daughter for being so sensible as to stay at a safe place after such a harrowing night." Silas put it in other terms, his own voice holding court over the other male ones speaking simultaneously.

Liz leaned to whisper. "That's good." She was clearly impressed by the man's efforts. "That's really good, right?"

Red sent her a, yeah, it is, glance. "Samar, Silas is having your car brought to work. Not that you are not more than welcome to stay here, if you prefer. We love having you in-house."

The woman stopped her coffee cup halfway to her lips. "That's very thoughtful of you, Silas, thank you." She transferred her attention. "I'm beginning to feel quite at home here, so were I you, Reddington, I would watch such speech in the future." She teased.

She glanced around at all the noise and hubbub, quite enjoying the atmosphere.

"Couldn't make us more happy, right, Lizzy?"

"I like you here." Liz was sincere, as was her smile.

"That's very kind," Samar responded politely.

"Not kindness, just the truth." Silas once again shook a discerning head. "These people don't bullshit. If they say it, you can take it to the bank. You are most welcome here, Samar...most."

The expressive dark eyes softened. "Thank you." She whispered, swallowing the lump in her throat. "It means a great deal. This is a happy home, I can tell."

Again, she took note of the easy camaraderie between the working staff and their employers.

Liz sighed happily. "Red, are you going to eat all that bacon?"

The man laughed throatily, handing a few slices over.

"Elizabeth." Nora's brow furrowed disapprovingly. "There is more than enough in the kitchen. Would you like me to–"

"But his tastes better." Liz pointed plaintively.

"Don't get her started." Silas threw a few of his strips over. "Now, shut up and eat. Civilized people are trying to have a decent breakfast."

"Thank you, Silas." Liz chomped down on one of the discarded strips. "Are you going to eat that biscuit?"

Silas' head fell back and clearly the man was about to down-load on the woman, but Samar's sensual chuckle halted any intent.

The head guard settled. "You'll get used to her." He threw Liz a glare. "She grows on you, sorta like fungus."

Liz pulled an adorable face. "Eww."

Red chuckled, reaching for his paper.

"We'll have to go shopping." A brilliant idea came Liz's way.

Red shared an arched brow with the head guard for the turn of events.

"I'm all shopped out." Samar sent Liz a warning shift of her eyes. "So, get back to me after payday."

Liz's mood dropped. She reached for the jam, sighing again.

"Is your leg hurting?" Samar had noted the guard's expression. She motioned to his injuries.

Silas thought about prefabricating, but he had done enough of that with this particular woman. "A bit. I'm good though." He dismissed.

Red looked up over his paper, proud of the man's decision in this case.

"I gotta give Teresa props. Her aim was spot on." Silas lifted his cup in mock salute, inhaling the rich aroma. "That kid has promise."

Liz chuckled, scooting the sugar his way. "An inch the other direction, and she'd have made you a eunuch."

"Or at the very least, an honorary Jew." Red held his own amusement.

"Well, I'm not a eunuch." The guard snipped. "I'm just fine in that area as well." He assured one and all sitting at the table.

Red rubbed his eyes with his thumbs. "Point taken." He ignored the off-colored remarks made by some of the more adventuresome guards down the way.

Silas did not, were his expression any criteria by which to judge.

"I'll talk to Jake, though." Silas had made up his mind. "She needs discipline and focus."

"Let's hope," Liz smirked, "you never encounter her again, especially in a dark alley."

"I was going for kid gloves with the little psychopath. Next time, if there is one, I'll know to just turn her over and spank her ass until she can't sit for a week or two." Silas murmured, stirring a decent spoonful of sugar into the black abyss.

He instantly regretted the remark, thinking perhaps Samar might take offense at such callous behavior. He was shocked to see a reluctant interest in those dark, creamy orbs staring back at him so intently, however.

Red had cringed slightly as well at the remark, but the woman's reaction gave hope on all fronts.

His estimation of Samar Navabi inched higher. He returned to his reading, holding his smile.

"Not that I would really...do something like that, though." Silas backtracked slowly, uncertain of anything at this point, not trusting his judgement with this woman.

"Some women need a strong hand." The woman in question shrugged slender shoulders. "This coffee is perfectly delicious."

"A strong hand is one thing." Silas nodded slowly. "A firm hand is a better tool, I think."

"Depends on the woman." Samar debated artfully. "In today's society, it is frowned upon, a male exercising such tactics. In my country, it is a definite sign of virility, if a man takes the lead...in all things."

"But you're an enlightened woman." Liz took exception, a little confused. "Surely, you would object to something like that in a relationship, say, or just in general?"

Although the table occupants were dwindling, a few of the men still had an opinion on the matter as well and stated them stoutly.

All of which Lizzy ignored, used to their crude ways long since. She waved them out!

Samar lifted her head, musing for a long beat. "...No. I would not."

Red's paper dropped, his interest focused.

Liz's mouth fell agape.

"...No?" Silas asked quietly, his stare an intent one.

"...No." Samar smiled over to any and all. "Color me old-fashioned, I suppose."

"Wow." Lizzy was floored. "...Really."

"Really."

"I really am starting to like you." Red grinned over. "Color me just as old-fashioned."

"Really, Red?" Liz was devastated. "I had no idea."

"Oh, I think I've given you an inkling, baby." he was pretty sure he had on occasion.

Liz sat, staring blankly forward, her thoughts abuzz.

"Should we clear some of these settings away?" Guards had left in increments, most having forgotten to take their plates to the kitchen. A few remained, but they were still enjoying their repast.

Liz's mouth tightened. "Red, you tell those guys to take this stuff to the kitchen. It's not right, Nora having to clean it all up."

"I'll do it." Francis stood finally, having finished his food and coffee. "It's just something I enjoy. I've told the guys to leave it."

"Oh, you did." Red had noted the quietness from the younger man, who sat unobtrusively through the entire conversation between Silas and Samar.

"It's time I can spend with Nora." Francis smiled over. "It's all good, Liz. Really."

Liz stacked a few plates and cups. "Well, if it's okay with you." She seemed stumped all the same.

Samar was more adept at clearing the table, Red noted. "I come from a large family." She noted the men noting. "Women's work." She held her grin.

"I can help." Silas started to rise.

The woman put a hand on his shoulder. "Not with that leg. You break Nora's settings, and she will finish the job the little psychopath started."

Silas smiled. "You Ma'am...are a literal lifesaver. Nora? I can't take. She is a self-taught bad ass."

"Wise decision, grasshopper." Red nodded sagely.

"Do not call me...Ma'am." Samar's perfectly arched brows rose.

Silas spread his hands. "Don't think of you as that. So, no problem."

Samar nodded. "Good boy." The silkily stated statement made Silas hard. He hid the fact with a well-placed napkin over his lap.

"Man." the guard corrected respectfully. "Good man."

"I know." The woman left on that cryptic note, a secretive smile playing about the sensual mouth.

Silas caught Francis' eyes as the kid passed. Francis' hands were full, but he managed to give a thumbs up on his way to the kitchen and a shit-eating grin accompanied the action.

Once the ladies cleared the doorway, Red shifted his eyes towards the guard. "Relax..." he mumbled around his coffee cup. "You're as tense as a bowstring and it shows."

"I'm in pain." Silas explained. "That might explain it."

"You're a pain in the ass." Red muttered the correction, earning a glare from the guard. "Give her some time to cool off. She'll come around... eventually. You're doing everything right. Just don't rush it, okay?"

He didn't dare mention what Antonio, and he himself, witnessed from Samar the previous evening. If Silas knew she felt the slightest inkling of approval where the man was concerned, the guard might prove ruthless in his pursuit.

Silas was not the type to wait patiently on something he wanted.

"Samar Navabi isn't the type to just... come around." Silas offered his own insight.

"Maybe not." Red granted. "But then, she's also not the type who likes to be pushed, so give her space to breathe."

"I know that, dammit." Silas snapped, then shifted in his seat, fighting the urge to get things on a faster track, even though.

"Then," Red dropped the corner of his newspaper to look at the man, "let things progress naturally." He suggested, then shrugged. "Well, as naturally as it's going to, with Lizzy acting as Cupid."

Slamming his head back into the chair, Silas groaned. "Oh, god..." he whispered his despair, "she better not fuck this up."

"I'd trust her, were I you." Red said. "If there's one thing Lizzy wants," he knew for a fact, "it's for you to man up and stop whoring around."

Pausing the stirring of his spoon, Silas frowned. "You want me to trust a woman who doesn't know the two are mutually exclusive."

"Shut up," Red muttered, "they're coming."

Falling silent, Silas stared morosely into his coffee. Liz and Samar breezed into the room, chattering away about the upcoming day's work.

"Red has spoiled me. I'm just not into going back to work yet." Liz bemoaned her lot in life. "I will bite the bullet and go, but begrudgingly is all I'm saying."

"I wish I had that option." Samar chuckled. "Sounds great. Taking some down time. I haven't had any since..." The woman thought back, a puzzled scowl on her face. "Wow, was it that long?"

"I hear you." Liz remembered back as well. "That day-in, day-out drudge will wear on a person's nerves."

Finishing his own plate, Red sipped leisurely at his coffee, skimming the headlines, hesitating over one story after another.

As he did every day, he made lists of the goings-on in the world, placing them in categories of importance. Most of what he saw today would likely require the intervention of Lizzy's team at some point, but when it would be, only time would tell.

"Anything of interest?" Liz had noted his preoccupation.

"Nothing earth-shattering, no." Red topped off his coffee, breathing in the mellowing aroma.

"Nothing that can't wait, at any rate."

"Good," Liz said, then sighed. "I know we just got back and everything, but it would be nice if we could slow down a bit and not have to save the world this week." She shrugged. "I guess what I mean to say is, it would be great if we could ease back into things." She confessed. "In truth, I wouldn't turn down paperwork right now, which is pretty pathetic now that I heard the words said out loud."

"I would imagine," Red lowered his paper into his lap, "it's especially rough for you both," he looked between Lizzy and Samar, "considering you haven't taken a vacation since the Blacklist began."

"It's even alright to complain about things around here?" Samar was impressed, clearly. "Yeah, I'm beginning to love it here."

Lifting her orange juice, Liz made a toast of sorts. "Here's hoping nothing tragic develops this week and we're inundated with paperwork."

"Here, here." Samar lifted her own glass, tapping it lightly against Liz's.

Silas smiled over, inclining his head in silent agreement. "Women should be pampered and spoiled."

"That's not what you say about me." Liz grated.

"You are the exception." Silas continued as if she hadn't interrupted. "It's a man's place to see to the necessities of life and woman's place to enjoy the fruits of his labor."

"Since when!" Liz was aghast at the news. "You're so full of it, Silas."

Silas shifted her a lazy stare. "Red takes care of your every wish and command. As he rightfully should."

"Again..." Liz's mouth was agape, the blue eyes wide with wonder and awe. "Are you some freaky doppelgänger? What have you done with my asshole head guard?"

"I've always felt this way." Silas dismissed airily. "Just not about women who take it to extremes...which would be...you."

"I do not." Liz rolled her eyes. "Do I, Red?"

"Yes, ask him." Silas insisted. "He won't agree with anything you want him to agree with, will you, Red?"

The man in question grinned over at his lovely, befuddled wife. "Of course I won't."

"See?" Liz asked plaintively.

"And on that note, perhaps we had best get our things and go punch in our timecards." Samar held her amusement. "It's lively around here, is all I'm saying."

She took her leave, her sensible heels clicking on the expensive tiles of the corridor.

Silas watched the softly hypnotic swish of her backside as she went.

"You are so full of bullshit." Liz accused her head guard. "You don't believe any of what you just said, and you know it."

"I believe every word." The man arose with difficulty.

"Do not." Liz wasn't buying it. "You're just showing off for Samar. She's not buying any of it either."

"Oh, I don't know about that." Red didn't. "I think he's saying exactly what is needed at this point to sway the pretty lady's mindset."

"You keep out of this." Liz pouted.

"I'm riding shotgun." Silas said, shifting his weight to his good leg, leaning heavily on the cane with the stylish wolf's head for support.

Giving the guard a perturbed look, Red reluctantly nodded his acceptance after a brief hesitation.

"Alright," Red sighed his acceptance of the way of things, "but if something happens, you stay on Lizzy and Samar... that's it." Which, in truth, was of the utmost importance to Red. "Dembe will be close behind. Signal if it gets too much at some point in the day, okay?"

"It won't get too much." Silas balked at the suggestion.

Red knew Silas was in pain and shouldn't be traipsing about, but as much as he wanted to order the guard to rest... he wouldn't begrudge Silas' need to be close to Samar.

Hell, he'd been guilty of the same where Lizzy was concerned. Red lost count how many times he ignored his own injuries if it meant he could just spend a few minutes with her.

In any case, Red was glad the backup team would be on their tail. They could cover their ass, leaving Silas to bodily protect the women if push came to shove... which is what the large man probably preferred, anyway.

"We'll be along in a moment." Red said. "Get in position..." he looked pointedly at Silas, "... and take your meds."

---

LIZZINGTON

---

Stepping off the elevator, Red held back. Ever the gentleman, he motioned Lizzy and Samar to precede him.

Dembe made a beeline for the break room and his beloved tea.

"I'm coming dammit." Silas grumbled under his breath when Red held the door for just such an occurrence.

"I didn't say anything." Red stepped aside out of the hobbling guard's way. He released his hold on the door, allowing it to close.

"You didn't have to." Silas sneered. "I was just letting them go first, that's all."

"I know that, Silas." Red assured the man.

"I'm gonna hit the locker room." Liz pointed. "It's just something I do. Meet you at my desk?"

"That's fine." Red agreed.

"Silas, no." Liz waved the guard off when he went to follow. "You sit, get off that leg. I'll only be a minute, I promise." She smiled brightly.

Glaring at the overly cheerful woman, Silas sighed, but sat on the designated stool, groaning his relief. He motioned Dembe to take up the slack, which the man did with a sedate nod, having sit his tea on a nearby ledge.

"Reddington..." Cooper greeted as he came down the stairs.

"Harold," Red smiled as Cooper approached.

"Silas," Cooper lay a concerned hand on the guard's shoulder, "are you alright? I heard you'd been injured."

Red discretely looked to safer subject matter, clearing his throat gently.

"What?" Cooper picked up on the exchange.

"He can't wait to inform you." Silas sensed as much.

"I didn't say anything." Red spread innocent hands.

"I was injured right enough." Silas' tone was sarcasm at its best. "By a knife-wielding, psycho teenager whose over-zealous attack has sidelined me for weeks...maybe longer! Is everyone happy now?"

Cooper's eyes widened, motioning to the leg Silas favored. "That sweet, innocent Emily–"

"Oh, no," Silas corrected, "Teresa Moran, the diabolical, cunning little axe murderer, channeled Lizzie Borden to perfection. She gets a ten out of ten rating in my book!" He threw his thumbs up, smiling manically. "What a charmer!"

"Well," Cooper scratched his neck, "I guess it makes sense, right?" He checked with the men. "She's Jake Moran's kid. I guess such things run in the family."

Gurgling a laugh, Red nodded. "Yeah, Silas." He grinned. "You should have seen it coming."

"How can anyone see something like that coming?" The guard wanted to know. "Who jumps on a guy's back, wraps a belt around their throat, then proceeds to slice him up in neat, precise little chunks?"

Red hastily squelched his need to laugh in the guy's face.

"I had nightmares all night about the strangest shit. Rodeo clowns in Jack the Ripper costumes surrounded by pink bunnies all taking potshots at me like I was on some fucking circus round-a-bout ride." Silas shivered involuntarily.

Guffawing, Cooper leaned into the desk beside him. "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you," he promised, but at Red's look. "Oh, who the hell am I kidding, of course I am. That girl sure has spunk."

"Is that what we're calling attempted murder these days," Silas methodically rubbed his leg, a dark scowl lacing his forehead "... spunk."

"No," Cooper grinned, "that's what we're calling survival of the fittest."

"At any rate," Red moved things along, "the girls are safe, and I assure you," he looked at Harold, "they are most grateful for Silas' timely intervention in their young lives."

"There is talk of an influx of knee replacements flooding DC General," Cooper couldn't help but smile, "which I'm assuming we have this poor, injured man here to thank, as well?"

"I usually send them to the morgue," Red reminded. "Count your blessings."

"Oh, I am... I do." Cooper corrected. "Two of those rounded up have already named Braga as the mastermind in the kidnaping."

"Good..." Red nodded, "good."

"Even better, Braga is here," Cooper said, "in the US. I'll coordinate with the DSS in two hours. See if we can get the ball rolling straight to an American jail cell."

"Good luck with that." Red didn't hold high hopes anything would happen to Braga here in the states. In fact, he'd put good on Jake Moran halting Braga in his tracks. Even if Braga were to return to Brazil, he wouldn't be safe. Justice would prevail, one way or another.

"I'm told that the girls were not harmed in any way, thank the Lord." Cooper trailed off, unable to process anything further at this time, as everything had turned out well in the end.

"They're home with their families where they belong." Red had thanked God for the fact. "This one turned out just fine."

"The Senator was pleased." Liz smiled up at her husband, having walked on scene as the conversation was winding down.

"Yes," Red curled a mocking lip, "think of the Brownie points it netted you and your team, Harold."

"Uh, I need to speak to you a moment... in private." Cooper suddenly averted his eyes. "Both of you, if you have a moment."

Red threw Silas a cautionary look. Silas shook a woeful head, wondering when the shit would hit the fan next. He sensed they didn't have long to wait.

Scowling, Red motioned Lizzy forward as they fell in step behind Cooper. Red's scowl deepened when they retreated to a nearby empty office, rather than Cooper's upstairs lair.

"Alright," Red narrowed suspicious eyes, "cut to the chase. What's the bad news, because I sense it coming."

Anxiously scratching the back of his neck once again in a nervous display, the Director forged on. "I sincerely hope this is not one of the times you'll actually kill the messenger, Reddington."

"Depends on the message." Red stated flatly. Liz sought his fingers, which intertwined about his hand instantly. She moved closer.

"To get to it then." Clearing his throat, Cooper looked between the two. "I received word this morning, the justice department has refused to recognize your marriage as official."

"Excuse me?" Liz's eyes flashed with anger and shock. She stepped forward, her hand releasing from Red's. "And just why the hell should I care if a bunch of senile bastards do or do not accept my marriage? Just how much authority do they consider they wield over my life...or my husband's?"

She sought Red's reaction, seething her fury.

"I see..." Red nodded tightly.

"I don't!" Liz snapped angrily. "I don't fucking see, at all! Not at all, Red!"

"Elizabeth..." Cooper lifted a calming hand. "If I could–"

"Pray tell," Red's frigid tone lowered ominously, "how the hell is a marriage certificate provided by a presiding judge considered invalid."

"They said, because the 72-hour waiting period was waved," Cooper hated being the bearer of bad news, especially in this case to this man, "Agent Reddington might have been–"

"Oh, let me guess." Red interrupted coldly. "Compromised..." he wagered a guess, "...coerced."

Clearing his throat once more, Cooper sighed heavily. "In a nutshell, yes."

"Well, I wasn't!" Liz snarled a frigid reply. "This is beyond ludicrous!"

"I know that." Cooper said, then winced when Reddington glared at him. "I might have thought that at one time, but not anymore."

The man felt his inadequacies. "I told them this. I've seen, personally, the deep respect and closeness you two share. It really is no one's affair but your own. I swear, I stated this succinctly."

"This is how they repay Red," Liz fumed her rage, "after everything he's done for those bastards!"

"We," Red corrected. "What we've done for them."

"Because of him," Liz jabbed finger towards her husband, spitting the reminder, "two kidnaped girls were returned safe and sound last night, one of them a Senator's daughter! Doesn't that count for something!"

"It should." Cooper had never felt so frustrated. The idea he was even standing here, attempting to defend such hypocrisy and corruption, made him angry. "This is not right. It just...isn't."

It was one thing for Reddington to point out the injustices in their own government, but to be smacked in the face with it so blatantly?

The situation made Cooper question everything from his job to what kind of man he really was, exactly. Right now, he would say he was the weakest, most inept man alive.

"I knew it," Liz turned to Red, her eyes glittering with tears. "I knew they would do something like this."

"Elizabeth..." Red soothed the woman and the betrayal she felt, "we will fix this."

"I shouldn't have to fix anything!" She protested. "I'm a grown woman, dammit! I can marry who the hell I want without someone, who I don't even know, by the way, questioning my decision! Who the fuck do they think they are, Red?"

"Regardless of that fact," he glared at Cooper over Lizzy's head, "we will handle this and get everything fixed to their specifications." He sneered his own contempt.

"Why?" The woman was beside herself. "Why should we have to do something like that. Why don't we just...tell them to fuck themselves and get the hell out of this cesspool! I hate it, Red. I really hate it with every fiber of my being!"

Cooper was stunned by her words, for he sensed she meant them.

"We don't need them." Liz realized suddenly. "They...need us. But I'm through! I'm done! It's over, do you hear me?"

Removing a handkerchief from his pocket, he dabbed Lizzy's eyes. "I hear you, sweetheart. Why don't you freshen up," he suggested softly, "I need a moment with Cooper."

Reading the anger and determination in Red's eyes, Liz nodded after a brief hesitation. It angered her beyond reason he felt the need to fix this, but she loved him for wanting to try for her sake.

Nodding, she spun on her heel and marched stiffly through the door without a backward glance.

Considering how livid Red was, under normal circumstances, she would feel concern for Cooper's well-being.

These were not normal circumstances, however. At this exact moment in time, she could give a shit what happened after she vacated.

Rushing across the war room, she rounded a corner out of sight of the others, wiping frantically at the tears falling freely from her eyes. Leaning heavily into the wall beside her, she gripped the railing, feeling a war battling away inside her.

She should quit! Fuck them and their fucking meddling! Who the hell did they think they were, butting into her affairs! How dare they scold her like a teenager dating the bad boy at school!

Hearing voices near, the woman ducked into the ladies locker room, slamming the door behind her. Taking a quick glance around to assure herself she was alone, she felt the tears well once more with a vengeance.

After all she'd been through with Tom, and proving her loyalty to the bureau over and over, they treat her like this!

To top it off, she agreed to postpone her honeymoon with Red because of this fucking job!

What more could they want from her? A pound of flesh!

Well, they weren't going to get it, not from her. And certainly not from Red, who had given more than any man should have to give.

Grappling for her back pocket, Liz tugged at her phone, removing it from the tight confines. Hurriedly scrolling to the number needed, she dialed and waited for the answer.

"Antonio..." she murmured softly, gulping for control. "I... I..."

"Elizabeth?" Antonio's tone conveyed his concern. "Angel, is that you?"

"Yes..." she sniffled. "Yes, it's me. I don't mean to disturb you..."

"Tell me what's wrong, sweetheart." Antonio sat upright in his chair, anxiousness tinging his voice. "Where's Reddington?"

"He's...he's here. It's not that." Squeezing her eyes tight, Liz batted away the wetness trailing down her cheeks. "Tell me to quit this stupid job and never look back. Tell me it's okay to leave this stupid, stupid place. I hate it, Antonio. I really just hate it and everyone involved with it."

"Alright." The older man's tone soothed. "I'm listening. Tell me what has gotten you into this state."

"They just keep pushing and pushing and I'm sick to death of their interference." The young girl wailed. "I hate them."

The man nodded sedately. "Then I hate them as well. What can we do to solve this new dilemma is the question, yes?"

Liz nodded, sniffing, swiping at her eyes and nose. She absently sought toilet paper. "I hate them."

"Okay. You are correct. Those that are your employers do not give you the respect and credence you deserve. Not that my input means much, granted. It's just my opinion."

"It does," Liz wiped at her nose with Red's handkerchief, dabbing her eyes with the paper. "To me, your input means everything."

"Then, if that's what you wish to do. To terminate your position," Antonio encouraged, "I know without doubt Reddington will support your decision." He stated the truth. "You already know, I will support it. I am, however, curious what happened to instill this desire to leave."

"You want to know why I hate this place with every fiber of my being," Liz felt her anger resurface, "I'll tell you why! My superiors said my marriage to Red was invalid."

"I beg your pardon..." Antonio's tone lowered, as did his brows. He fell into his musing mood, never a good thing for anyone upon which he mused.

"It's illegitimate, to them, anyway." Choking on the word, Liz bit her lip, stifling a bubbling cry from escaping. "I guess that fits." She murmured sadly. "I've been illegitimate since the day I was born. Why not now, right?"

"Elizabeth," Antonio scolded. "Regardless of the circumstances, then or now, I have no doubt in my mind you were a precious gift presented from heaven above." He soothed her wounded heart. "You are very much loved and important to everyone around you."

Knowing Elizabeth was deeply hurt, and angered by what transpired, Antonio wasn't the least bit surprised when he heard nothing but Elizabeth's muffled and stuttered exhalations. The weeping had intensified. He allowed her the time.

"Now, you tell me," Antonio coaxed when the interval had waned a bit, "what brought this on. Has Reddington done something to warrant these people's actions?"

Hurriedly explaining what transpired, Liz felt her anger resurface with each passing word.

She sniffled. "I don't care about their stupid rules or their stupid reasons!" She spat.

"Were I in your position, I wouldn't either." Antonio agreed. "But that is just how I work, you know that."

"I want them dead!" Liz vowed sacredly.

"Careful, precious," Antonio's soothing tone calmed frayed nerves, "with what words you choose, I may take them seriously."

Given pause for thought, Liz carefully weighed her next statement.

"So, it's okay to quit." Liz needed the support right now and someone with sound reasoning abilities. "We don't need them, right? Red can pursue his Blacklist without them, can't he?"

The older man withheld a gentle smile.

"No, you don't need them, nor does Reddington. He never has, child." Antonio agreed. "I want to ask a question of you first, however."

"Okay..." Liz blew her nose into a wad of toilet paper.

"Are you positive you wish to give up what it is you worked so hard to achieve?" Antonio asked. "Especially for something so easily fixed?"

"You don't want me to quit?" Liz's eyes lowered sadly.

"I did not say that," Antonio corrected any misconceptions. "For obvious reasons, you're livid and hurt by their betrayal at this moment in time, and rightfully so." He said. "Would it not anger them if you spit in their face by succeeding at this nefarious game they choose to play?"

"I'm not sure I understand what you mean?" Liz calmed some.

"If you achieved what they so obviously cannot achieve, for they have not to this point, have they," Antonio explained, "and helped bring Reddington's enemies to justice, many of who are in the very government departments which now oppose you, I highly suspect..." he reminded, "plus the added joy of a wondrously happy marriage... would that not be the best revenge of all?"

Falling silent, Liz thought over what the man said, taking it to heart. Antonio would never steer her wrong, especially when it came to this.

It didn't matter one way or other to him, or Red, if she quit. They would continue on tracking down Blacklisters, regardless.

What Antonio suggested about rethinking her position was for her benefit and hers alone.

A gruff knock at the door jarred Liz from her thoughts.

"Elizabeth!" Liz heard Silas' pissed off tone. "Get the hell out here if you're in there."

"That's the way to get a woman to do your bidding." Samar pushed past the man, a reprimand on her face. She entered the bathroom, searching out her prey.

The older woman's footfalls stopped. She offered over a smile. "You got some anxious males out there." She noted the tear tracks and Liz's manner. "Can I help?"

Liz forced a weak smile, holding up a hand. "It's Silas and Samar, Antonio."

"You go with your friends. I will get back to you on this ASAP. Promise. Do you trust me, child?"

"With my life." Liz's smile was genuine. "You know that."

"Give me half an hour."

"Antonio...thank you for taking the time. I love you so much."

"I cherish you. Of course, I will always take the time. Stop fretting. I will handle this."

Liz nodded. "Thank you. But you really shouldn't have to. I can, it's just..."

"Not to worry. Go with your friends." The older man reiterated. "No decisions must be made just yet. We will talk, yes?"

Liz felt infinitely better. "I'll wait."

"Stop crying." The gentle tone was just what she needed.

"I'm being a baby," she nodded, "I know, as I'm sure, Silas will tell me in a few seconds." The girl sent Samar a roll of her eyes. "Can't you do something about him?"

Antonio laughed. "Silas is a force onto himself. We must make allowances."

"For the terminally insane." Liz sighed lightly. "Send Maria my love."

"See you soon, angel."

"You calling in a hit on someone?" Samar had gotten the gist of the call. "I didn't hear anything." She raised innocent hands. "Just make that part clear to Crocetti, okay?"

Liz chuckled mirthlessly. "If only it were that easy." She checked her face in the mirror. "Geeze, look at me." She hastily searched for makeup and lipstick.

"Dammit, woman! What's going on in there?" Silas' tone brooked no margin for a slow response.

"We're pissing." Samar called back through the closed door to Liz's stunned expression.

"...I would actually pay to see that." The large man came back with a carefully thought-out reaction, his tone much more mellow and content suddenly.

Samar's mouth pulled into a smile, again to Liz's surprise. "You don't have enough money for that eventuality."

"Try me." The man called through the barrier, because he wasn't going to be outdone on this one.

Both women exited the restroom finally, Liz more in control.

"You alright?" Silas observed her carefully. "What can I do?"

"Nothing." Liz shook her head. "It's being handled. I'm sorry I took off like I did." She included Dembe in the apology. "I was just upset and not thinking clearly."

She was vain enough to ask. "Is my makeup alright? For Red, I mean."

"You don't need no damned makeup." The guard snapped.

"I do right now." Liz knew. "I don't want him to see me like this. And what do you know? You haven't shaved in days." She looked him up and down critically. "Although, I guess it works on some level with you. Still...you should comb your hair."

"My hair is perfect." He dismissed irritably. "Now..." he turned a discerning eye, and no-nonsense glare, "tell me," Silas' tone was uncensored and supportive, as was his gaze, "the problem."

So, Liz told the sordid tale. "I know I overreacted and..."

"Stupid bastards." Silas' tone was grim. "Will they never learn? You can only push a man like Red so far and then he pushes back, and any sane person just would not want that to happen. If they were hoping to provoke a response...they got their wish."

Liz watched the man's face.

"But they think they're immune. They think he can't possibly get to them." Silas laughed a chilling laugh. "That they can control him. Like they do everything else in their small, unimportant little arenas."

He shook a sorrowful head. "Guess they'll just have to learn the hard way."

"...Silas." Liz had other fears now. Ones that chilled her to the bone. "Can you make him see that this isn't all that important?" She stepped closer. "I overreacted and I'll tell him, but sometimes, if he gets angry. He doesn't always listen to me."

"Yes, he does." Silas looked down into the blue trusting eyes. "You didn't overreact, but they did." He lifted a knowledgeable brow. "Now, we sit back and wait. Red will let us know our part in the debacle. All we have to do is be there when he needs us."

Liz glanced about frantically. "I have to talk to him."

Silas lifted a hand. "He's still in with Cooper."

Liz rushed off.

Silas shook his head. "I've watched that woman grow over these past months. She's one pissy assed antagonist if push comes to shove. They not only have Red pissed..." The man grinned slightly. "That bitch is crazy when pushed into a corner. I should know. I've pushed her enough."

Samar watched the ease in which Liz interacted with her guard and felt a reluctant smile tug at her lips. "You are very close to her."

"Not like that." Silas was quick to point out. "She's just...special. In that, Red has found his soulmate, and it's a good thing for all concerned. You understand?"

Samar nodded quietly. "Yes."

"I would miss her if she quits." Samar stood, watching after the woman. "And she's right. Under Reddington's command, we've made a difference. We have the highest solve rate for the entire Bureau. Doesn't seem to matter much to those supposedly in charge."

Silas watched the lovely features religiously.

"I'll support her in whatever decision she makes." A decision was cast apparently for Samar Navabi.

"Maybe you shouldn't get involved in all this." The man didn't like the idea one bit.

"I am involved." The woman's brow furrowed slightly. "She's my friend."

"Yeah, but it's our fight." Silas reminded. "You have a responsibility to yourself."

"I have a responsibility to do what is right." Samar looked at him oddly. "Don't I? Trouble happens when people don't get involved. What will happen now?"

"I would imagine some pretty dark stuff, if I know Reddington. And I do." Silas stated quietly. "Which I just as soon, you weren't involved with."

The woman drew in a cleansing breath. "Maybe it's for the best." She shrugged aimlessly. "There is right and wrong in this world. I've seen enough wrong. Might be nice to see some right for a change."

"You don't mean that, lovely lady." Silas' scowl was a troubled one.

"Oh, yes, I do." She sought his stare, then walked away, as simply as that.

Silas stared after her, his thoughts his own.

---

LIZZINGTON

---

"Don't think I'm not aware of why they're pulling this shit, Cooper." Red's voice lowered to a rumbling growl. "They want to provoke me into a reaction so they can legally revoke my immunity."

"I can't say why they did it," Cooper truly couldn't. "I only know they have and placed me in a truly uncomfortable position."

"They sit around, trying to find ways to piss me off." Red stated succinctly. "To what ends? Is anyone's guess. It's like they simply cannot tolerate that I get the job done that they are supposedly put in office to do." The man grated. "How fucking petty can you get, in which case?"

"Evidently, pretty damned petty." Cooper couldn't dispute the truth on this occasion. "Look, I had my doubts about the relationship between you and Elizabeth. I said so to your face. But the truth is, day in day out, being closely connected can lead to humans being...well, humans."

The man shrugged. "Just because it's written down somewhere that you shouldn't get personally involved with someone, just isn't logical in the real world. Because people have and do... continually. Fact." The Director had seen it a hundred times. "One time you led a relatively normal life. You had a wife and daughter, an illustrious career in the Navy."

Red listened warily. "So?"

"My point is, you and Elizabeth have cemented a partnership...a bond. It's clear that it's working on all levels. I don't know what happened to lead you to this moment in time. I only know there is nothing sinister involved. You make her happy. It's enough for me."

"She was with that loser, Keen, for all that time. I intend to make up for those wasted years. And anyone that gets in my way? I will eliminate. Clear enough for you?"

"What do you intend to do?" Cooper never could get a handle on Reddington's thought process. Sometimes he thought he came close, but each time, it would prove a fallacy.

"Beat them at their own game." Red cut a steely look. "Like I always do."

Taking a breath, Red attempted to calm his temper. Cool heads were needed for this type of situation.

"For what it's worth," Cooper hung his head, "I don't like their tactics either." He told the truth. "This is pointless. It's truly a waste of time. We could be working on the next person on the list, but instead we're dealing with crap that has no bearing on anything under the sun."

"You expected better from a government who supposedly spends twelve-hundred dollars on a hammer that you can get at Home Depot for twelve?" Red scoffed.

Sighing, Cooper fell silent because he honestly couldn't refute a damn thing Red was saying.

"All governments are corrupt in some form or another. Ours not withstanding. We do the best with what we have." The man tried to salve his conscience to an extent. "This is a blatant error that even I find impossible to overlook, however."

"I'll correct this error," Red cut the man a look, "for Elizabeth's sake. But I warn you, I'll not have them interfering in my marriage." He warned the man. "Nor do I take kindly to them upsetting Elizabeth with their fucking stupidity." He said. "There will be hell to pay for them pulling this shit, Cooper. I promise you that."

"What does that mean, exactly." The man tried again to get some parameters set down.

Ruminating on all said, and the thoughts of revenge forming in his mind, Red leaned on the sill of the window, watching the bustle of agents outside the drawn blinds of the office, but found little of interest.

"It means what it means." He replied cryptically but he already had his plan in mind, putting it in motion was just the icing on the cake.

Shifting his attention, Red frowned when the elevator door opened, and Francis stepped into view, followed closely by... Antonio Crocetti.

The older man sauntered onto the scene with the aplomb of his personality hitting every agent present full force.

Work stopped, silence fell.

Squinting through the blinds for a better look, Red racked his brains for the third man's name, which had emerged from that same elevator in Antonio's wake.

"I know that guy." Red couldn't place the face just yet.

"I know that one." Cooper was beyond stunned, looking out the same blinds. "What the hell is going on out there?" He moved rapidly forward, hoping to find out the answer needed.

"Yeah...this can't be good." Red followed suit, muttering to himself, his attention focused squarely on the unexpected guests.

"Francis," walking towards the men, Red held his hand aloft, "Antonio... what are you doing here?" He glanced around at all the FBI agents who simply stood, staring back at the new intruders into their domain.

"More importantly," Cooper had to ask, "how did you get in here?"

Agents who, of course, recognized the man stopped their work and slowly inched forward, interested in the goings on. One thing was certain, there was never a dull work day here at the Blacksite. It wasn't every day a mob kingpin waltzed into your workplace like he belonged and even ran the joint.

"I have a passkey." Antonio gestured to Francis Holbrook. "Your security all seemed rather pleased to see our arrival, in all honesty."

Francis inclined his head, but otherwise remained silent, much to Red's surprise.

"In my world, the more weapons, the safer everyone feels. Guess it's a Universal axiom, hum?" Crocetti spread expressive hands. "We have plenty on hand, so everyone here should just relax and enjoy, right?"

Clearly, for the moment...the FBI guys were outnumbered.

Antonio got down to business. He smiled gently Elizabeth's way, motioning her over. "Elizabeth called me a short time ago, completely distraught over the most asinine reason I ever heard." He offered over his open disdain. "When Elizabeth is unhappy. I'm unhappy. I came..." he smiled pleasantly, "to make the problem go away."

Unsure what it was exactly Antonio had planned, Red sighed. "...Antonio, maybe I can handle this by–"

"No, Reddington," Antonio gave the man a stern look. "Let us handle this matter once and for all. It is what I wish. It is best for all concerned if I take this matter into my hands."

"Antonio." Liz moved to the man's side hesitantly. "I'm sorry I caused all this–"

The older man kissed her forehead lovingly. "No, princess, you caused nothing." He soothed expertly. "Hush now. Allow me finish my thought."

Red kept a continuous check on Francis Holbrook. It was uncanny, the silence.

The only time Red could remember Francis in such a state was when the kid was pissed beyond reason. Which was more than troubling, for bloodshed followed. A lot of bloodshed.

Red felt the same a short time back, but with a plan in place now, he was calmer. Thinking more clearly. Francis had not reached that stage, apparently.

"Allow me to introduce my guest here, to those who do not recognize him," Antonio gestured to the man silently standing off to his left.

"Supreme Court Judge Andrew Shapiro," Cooper nodded a greeting, stepping forward to shake the man's extended hand.

"Yes," Antonio confirmed. He smiled down at the girl by his side.

"Antonio?" Elizabeth stammered her surprise. "Why is that man here?" She whispered the query, a slight blush staining her cheeks, for that man was looking at her with kind eyes even now. "Did we do something wrong?"

"You have done nothing wrong, little one." The man chuckled his mirth, leaning to kiss her cheek. "I hate that you are upset. This man?" He indicated Shapiro. "Is here to make everything right again."

"Okay..." Liz glanced at Red questioningly, but he appeared as confused as she was.

"So, I brought Judge Shapiro here," Antonio continued, "... just for you."

Liz turned towards the man, her eyes looking the elderly, stately man over. "I don't understand."

"Andrew here will preside over a little wedding ceremony for your friends," Antonio explained and motioned to the other agents present, "and isn't it pleasant to have all these credible witnesses on hand for the lovely affair."

"We're already...married." Liz reminded ever so respectfully. "Remember? Maria sent me that amazing China set?"

The man laughed his mirth. "Well, you will now be wed, husband and wife, here in the District of Colombia. Won't that be nice?"

Liz slowly began to comprehend all being said, her mouth parting, and her eyes widened.

Red closed his eyes, a huge weight lifting.

He hastily stepped forward, extending his hand, which Antonio took. "You saved me a hell of a lot of effort and time. I owe you, sir."

"Everyone has a few judges in their pockets, granted." Antonio's words were for Red alone. "Not Federal ones, maybe. And no Supreme Court Justices that I have heard of." He smiled over at Shapiro. "But there is always a first time, right?"

An undertow of excited chatter swept the room as people began to realize what was developing and that they would probably be a huge part of it all. Agents around the room converged on the area, vying for the best spot to see the action taking place.

"You brought a judge from the supreme court," Liz repeated slowly, getting it all straight in her head, "to perform a ceremony... for us!"

"Yes," Antonio smiled warmly, "just for you."

"Oh, Antonio!" Liz threw her arms around the man's neck, nearly choking the life from him. "Thank you!" She sniffled.

"No," Antonio laughed and hugged the girl, "no, don't cry. Crying is over and done."

"I can't help it!" She giggled through the building tears. "These are happy tears."

"Stop it," Silas groused. "Otherwise, you'll have to fix your makeup again."

Releasing her death grip on Antonio, Liz rushed to Red, wrapping her arms tight around his neck. "Red! Can you believe this!"

"Yes, I believe it." Red murmured softly, rubbing his cheek against hers. "You know Antonio would do anything for you."

"Apparently!" Liz gushed her joy. "Okay, well, now what? Can we do this here? We don't even have any food or..."

"Andrew, if you please," Antonio gestured the man to join their little gathering, which the man did.

"For the record." Shapiro stepped up, claiming the spot of honor. "I think what the DOJ is trying to pull is bullshit, plain and simple. While this might be a little rushed and unplanned," he held up calming hands, "there is no need to feel this cannot be a lovely ceremony. I pride myself on the aesthetic of anything I undertake."

Liz constantly sought Red, who smiled warmly down at his blushing bride, whose blue eyes filled with unshed tears of happiness.

"I understand it is all a mere formality, of course. But I, for one, haven't done this in years and I am looking forward to practicing the magical art one last time." Andrew smiled benevolently. "Could I have the two participants come forward? The lovely bride and anxious, I am certain... groom?"

Red took Liz's hand, guiding her to the correct spot.

"I would love to argue this in hearing." Shapiro chuckled. "You are who you are, , but in essence all you really wish is to marry the woman you love. An FBI agent, no less. How charming a scenario. The press would have field day, but to hell with them. It would be glorious! But we are here to undo an injustice. Which just happens to be my forte. So, let us begin, shall we..."

Wishing nothing more than to instruct Shapiro to hurry things along and get the fanfare over with, Red bit his tongue and looked to Elizabeth for guidance.

Just a short time ago, she was livid, hurt, betrayed. Maybe having a small repeat of their initial wedding vows would erase the memories of this horrible day?

"Would it be okay if we did something short and sweet?" Liz asked, surprising both Red and Andrew. "Look, I'll be honest here. We had our wedding, we said our vows..." she felt a tinge of anger return, "this," she gestured to the circle they created, "is to stick it to the bastards who perpetrated the need for this moment in the first place."

She checked with Red. "They questioned my integrity, and quite frankly, yours as well, Red. I just want it over and done, is that okay?" She sought out Antonio. "I will never forget how wonderful you have been today. I'm touched beyond scope by your generosity and affection. Which I return in spades but..."

"It's fine. We do this your way." Antonio waved an imperious hand.

"Antonio explained the situation." Andrew understood the woman's justified anger. "So, in essence, you two just want to get the hell out of Dodge, am I understanding the parameters placed before me?"

The couple looked at one another, silently communicating, then nodded.

"We can do the, do you and henceforth, and I think the exchange of the rings is important." The judge knew his business.

Glancing down at his hand, Red sighed, but carefully removed the band. Liz just stood, her eyes stationary on the sparkling diamonds on her slender finger.

Taking her smaller hand in his own, Red gently removed the symbol of their love. He kissed the rings, handing them over to Silas for safe keeping, returning his interest posthaste to his wife.

"It's okay, baby. Just a few minutes and it's over."

"Let's do this." Red couldn't help chuckle when Lizzy clapped her hands as though breaking the huddle.

"Samar, would you stand beside me?" Liz asked of the woman.

"I'd be honored." Samar smiled her delight, taking her place.

Glancing at Dembe, Antonio, and Francis, Red had a difficult time in choosing his best man. All were so deserving.

Antonio shook his head. "No." He settled the matter, motioning Cooper forward.

Cooper shook a woeful head, grinning at the irony. "You're kidding."

"No." Antonio's eyes hardened.

Cooper spread a plaintive hand. "I would be more than honored." The guy took the proper place with quiet dignity.

True to Andrew's word, he shortened the vows but did his best to make them meaningful to not only the couple, but those witnessing the exchange.

Fighting against the lingering rage Red felt, he managed a smile, if only by focusing solely on Lizzy and nothing else. So concentrated on her, he barely noted Aram rapidly taking photo after photo... or heard Andrew inquire the standard question.

"Raymond, do you give this ring to Elizabeth as a symbol of your love, commitment and promise to honor these vows the rest of your days." Andrew asked, interrupting Red's inner musing.

"Yes, I do." Red took the rings handed him, sliding them onto Lizzy's finger.

"Elizabeth, do you give this ring to Raymond as a symbol of your love, commitment and promise to honor these vows the rest of your days." Andrew asked of the bride.

"Yes, I do." Liz, too, took Red's ring and placed it on his finger.

"By the authority vested in me, by the District of Columbia... and the Constitution of the United States," Andrew covered all his basis, "it is my greatest pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife." He smiled at the couple. "Raymond, you may kiss your bride, Elizabeth."

To the sounds of applause, Red leaned towards Lizzy, only to feel her hands latch onto his lapel with a certainty which not only surprised, but amused. Their lips met and held in a long, passionate exchange. Understanding her eagerness, Red allowed the woman her lead until she reluctantly pulled back.

He bit back a smile when she glared angrily over his shoulder, scowling at Cooper and Ressler. Just as quickly as the anger came, it vanished when she turned to Samar and hugged the woman.

"Now, if you and your witnesses could sign here," Shapiro pointed to the places required on the marriage license.

Unlike the first time they did this, Lizzy stepped up and signed Elizabeth Reddington with a very practiced flourish. Handing the pen to Samar, Liz laughed gaily when her agent friend nearly yanked it from her hand.

"When I prayed for paperwork today, I never expected this." Samar giddily spun the pen, signing the official document without hesitation. "I've never been so glad to sign anything in my life."

Taking his place, Red, too, signed the document with his real name in clearly legible dark, black ink.

Handing the pen to Cooper with a strained smile, Red's eyes hardened when the man hesitated to take it.

"Well, this is somewhat awkward." Harold admitted sheepishly.

"You'll sign the paper, Cooper," Red's voice lowered dangerously, "or I take Elizabeth with me right now, and we walk out of that door, never to return."

Taking a deep breath, Cooper took the pen, carefully signing the document in the space Shapiro indicated.

Removing his phone, Shapiro took photos before gesturing Red to do the same. "I'll file this the moment I return to the office," he promised, "and have the sealed copy delivered to Antonio by two this afternoon."

"Aram," Red waved the man over, "a copy of this, if you will." He handed the computer wizard the license.

"Right away, Mr. Reddington." Aram took the paper, rushing off to the nearest copier.

"Not that I don't trust you." Red apologized in his own way.

"No," Shapiro waved off any concern, "I don't blame you one bit." He said. "Would you like if I sent a copy to Aram, as well."

"Yes, please." Red thanked the man. "Aram, could you please provide Judge Shapiro your email. He's going to send you a copy of our marriage license."

"Oh, yes, of course." Aram once again hurried off to his desk and returned a moment later, business card in hand. "It's the bottom one there." He pointed to the correct address.

"Thank you." Judge Shapiro nodded. "If they give you any further problems, I will see to it, the media gets hold of the entire sordid tale."

"It's rare to meet such a bold as brass Supreme Court judge." Red couldn't help point out the obvious.

"Unlike my counterparts," the judge sneered, "I can't stand corruption and underhanded bullshit like this. It's a waste of time and resources." He disgusted. "They only wished to establish control for whatever reason, and in my opinion, failed horribly."

"They have no idea how badly this will backfire on them." Red told the truth. "Granted, I may calm down as the day evolves, but as of right now... they're on my hit list."

"I do hope I haven't just been made an accessory after the fact." Andrew chuckled.

"Even were that true," Red muttered, "unlike your cohorts, I wouldn't turn traitor... especially after the favor you provided. Your name will be kept out of any and all concerns."

"It's best I don't know too much about the future of these proceedings, I'm sure." Andrew grinned in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Perhaps I will read all about it during breaking news some day."

"Yes," Red didn't mince words, "it will make the news, I'm pretty sure. Maybe a few of my intended targets may end up facing you in court, although, not sure that's the way I'm going at this exact moment."

"It is what it is." Andrew's smile widened. "Live by the sword, die by it, right?"

"Thank you for doing this." Red shook the man's hand. "You've made Elizabeth very happy."

"But not you?" Andrew couldn't help ask.

"Don't get me wrong," Red defended his mood, "I'd marry Elizabeth every day of the week, with all the trimmings, if it made her happy." He confessed. "I'm just so pissed right now, I'm not sure I can even see straight."

"Well, you have undeniable proof now," Shapiro waved the paper he held, "you're as legitimate as they come. I must say, having Cooper sign was the pièce de résistance." He said, then glanced over Red's shoulder. "Smile, your bride is on approach."

"How can we ever thank you for what you've done!" Liz smiled warmly at the judge. "I mean, can we pay you or.." she grimaced. "I mean, not like a bribe or anything like that." She hastily explained. "I didn't mean that! Not at all!"

Laughing, Shapiro waved off the overture. "I was glad to do it. Really. Antonio and I go way back, so... consider it an honor."

"Oh..." Liz nodded, then her eyes widened. "Oh!"

"Elizabeth," Red couldn't help but smile, "he didn't mean that in a nefarious way, only that he's been friends with Antonio a long time."

"...I knew that! Oh, well, that's nice." Liz smiled, genuinely happy Judge Shapiro had such a wonderful friend. "That's really very nice."

"I should get going," Shapiro motioned to the clock, "and get this to Delores before she leaves for lunch." He lifted the file. "Don't forget, two o'clock, it'll be in Antonio's hands."

"Thank you again." Red shook the man's hand, then Antonio's when the man approached.

"I'll meet you later," Antonio said, "once I deliver Andrew to his office." Leaning, he kissed Lizzy's cheek. "Better now?"

Returning his kiss, Liz nodded. "...Yes." She beamed him a mega-watt smile. "Thank you..." her eyes softened when the man patted her cheek lovingly. "So much better."

"Congratulations." Shapiro waved his farewell, falling in step beside Antonio, who made a discreet exit with a slight nod to Reddington.

"I feel bad we didn't have anything to offer everybody." Liz sighed as she looked over the still mingling crowd.

"You want me to go get your bling oven." Silas asked in passing before going to Samar and Dembe's side.

"That won't feed all these people!" Liz snarked. "Well, not without it getting cold." she grumbled. "Besides, I don't even have any food on hand."

"Hell, you kidding me." Francis shook a disdainful head. "I could have this thing catered in ten minutes."

"We won't be here in ten minutes." Red stated tightly, then smiled at his wife. "Would you like to?"

"What do you mean?" Liz frowned.

"To plan a party for them... at a later date." Red explained.

"Oh, could we!" Liz brightened at the thought. "I mean, it doesn't have to be extravagant or anything. I just... they thought it was so nice to dress up for an evening maybe, enjoy some dinner, dancing."

"Then I suppose you should start planning it, shouldn't you." Red encouraged her desire.

Without further ado, Red turned to the group. "If I could have your attention, please." He called out over the din which silenced everyone pretty quickly.

"Considering what you just witnessed was last-minute endeavor," Red glanced at his watch, "which was decided on all of twenty minutes ago," he smiled at the crowd, "we apologize our caterer failed to deliver the spread we were expecting."

He motioned to the dwindling baked goods in the break room with a grimace, drawing a round of good-natured laughter.

"It is unlike my wife, and myself, to be such horrible hosts," Red looked over the people gathered, "so we promise, once we return from our honeymoon, you will all be invited to a party to celebrate the wonderful event."

As Liz hoped, all looked at the person beside them, eager and excited by the prospect.

"So, go about finding yourself a babysitter and pull out your best duds," he encouraged, "because in a couple weeks time," he checked with Lizzy, who nodded her approval, "we will make sure you guys have a night you can always remember."

Liz's smile widened as those gathered clapped and began talking excitedly amongst themselves once more. Never mind Red was on the most wanted list. Free liquor was free liquor... apparently.

Stepping back beside Lizzy, Red leaned as she lifted to her toes.

"Thank you, Red." She said, then kissed his cheek. "I need to speak to Samar real quick, be just a second."

"Take your time..." Red held his smile as he waved Dembe over. "Grab Lizzy's bag, will you. I want the hell out of here, now."

"Meet you at the car?" Dembe asked.

"Yes," Red said. "Take Silas with you."

Nodding, Dembe went to get everything ready.

"...Honeymoon?" Cooper approached, his smile wedged in place.

"You're the ones who didn't view our marriage as real." Red seethed. "Now, you have little choice. You got what you wanted, signed and sealed." He lifted a copy of the marriage certificate.

"Now, if you don't mind," Red grabbed his hat, "I'm taking my bride on our already long delayed honeymoon."

Cooper shrugged his consent. "It's the proper thing to do."

"You can tell your friends in higher places..." Red's voice was tinged with sharp bitterness, "I'm gonna fuck her," Red snarled his anger, "and there's not a damn thing they can do about it."

Turning his back on the man, Red took a deep, calming breath before heading for his wife.

"Well, crudely put but..." the older man shook a cheerful head, "more power to you."

"Come along, Elizabeth," Red smiled at Samar leaning to touch his cheek to hers. "Thank you for standing beside Lizzy. I won't forget it."

"I've never been a bride's maid. Or Matron of Honor." She smiled. "Actually, I've never been to a wedding."

Silas jerked his head about. "You're kidding."

"I left home early on. Never went back." She stated wistfully. "No family gatherings to attend once the work took hold. This was kinda nice."

"That is so fucking sad." The large guard closed his eyes. "Baby, we got some making up to do."

"Excuse me?" The frosty reply cut him short.

"...Samar." Silas amended respectfully. "It would make me very happy if you would accept my invitation to my friend's wedding in a month's time."

Red glanced his way. The only friend he knew of that was getting hitched was Greg Forester.

He hadn't received an invitation, but if Big Jake said it was in the works...

"Oh." Samar's attitude changed instantly. "...Really?"

"I would be honored." Silas assured.

"Eh..."

"Think about it." The big man suggested evenly. "Here's my number. Call me if you..."

"I have your number." Samar reminded.

"Thought you might have burned it in effigy."

"Thought about it." Samar blinked innocent eyes.

Silas smiled. "Call me." He motioned. "If you want, that is."

Red put his fedora on, smiling widely when Lizzy approached. "The girl stuff done?"

Samar smiled over to a mischievous Liz Reddington. "All done."

"Let's blow this joint." Liz giggled infectiously, taking the hand Red offered.

Silas nodded his farewell to Samar, who stood wistfully watching the group heading for the exit.

"Yes," Red couldn't agree more. "We've kept everyone, us included, long enough."