The Architect. [The Blacklist. Donald Ressler X Oc]

Blown Up.

Ressler.

Well... What excuses did I have now? I had tried really hard to always give Liz the benefit of the doubt. She was angry, mourning, she lost her grandfather and her mother on the same day, she lost her husband to Reddington's secret, she'd lost Reddington himself, she was being reckless with her daughter, she was in desperate need for someone who grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her a bit to make her wake up.

I'd tracked one of her aliases to a motel and talked to her. She certainly didn't wanted to come back to the taskforce and I understood, but leaving her apartment and her daughter?

I'd made excuses for her, but what she did that day...

She'd very explicitly threatened Reddington's life, as our asset we had to protect him, and with him currently being in a hospital as a result of some illness he'd been long suffering but definitely hadn't told us about, we... Or at least I didn't think she would try anything here, in a hospital full of civilians, workers, FBI agents.

U.S Marshals came in a tip that he was here, certainly Liz's, made us scramble to avoid him being taken into custody and work hard to move him. His team was also on high alert on the possibility of Liz coming to kill him, and before I could even register the turn of events that led me to his room and to clear it, there was a bomb.

I had been near more bombs that I would feel comfortable admitting, I called for a bomb squad and inspected it to see if there was anything I could do. My heart definitely skipped a beat when I heard an alarm set it off, and for a split second I couldn't believe that Liz was going to blow up the whole floor of a goddamned hospital.

I didn't know if it was my survival instincts kicking in or just my training, but I quickly made my mind to grab the thing and chuck it out the window.

The blast definitely caught Reddington and I, I got some stitches, a severe headache and a bigger hearth ache. How... Just how was Liz okay with any of this? As I was being patched up Aram told me Liz had stolen a form and forged his signature to get the explosives to kill Reddington.

Instead of going home to be nursed and taken care of by my wife, I decided to go to my old apartment, the one I hadn't gotten rid of yet, to ride out the terrible migraine that was climbing from the very center of my brain, sending shockwaves all over it. I could barely drive, the lights were killing me, and even though I loved my daughter and Mags I couldn't put the "everything's fine" act, so I lay on my old couch, in the dark, nursing the biggest migraine I'd had yet and a searing pain in my right side.

I was very surprised when the door of the apartment knocked, I was surprised that I could even hear it, and I was even more surprised to see Liz standing outside.

She immediately softened her gaze at me, letting out sigh under her breath.

"Keen"

"Are you okay?" She asked, her eyes scanning mine.

"You shouldn't be here" I looked over her shoulder, she continued with her train of thought completely ignoring my warnings.

"I spoke to Aram, and when he told me you'd been hurt..." Her voice died down as she came near the end of that sentence.

"You know we're gonna have to come after you, right?"