The slap

A/N: This is my second Keenler oneshot in one day, I love Keenler, they are my OTP ship so, enjoy Angels.

The knock at the FBI Agent Donald Ressler's apartment door is  unexpected seeing as it's nearly 11 at night on a Friday. Even so, he places his beer on the coffee table and heads to the door. Upon opening the door he sees something he never wants to see again:

Elizabeth Keen with a duffel bag in her hands, tears rolling down her face, along with something he never wants to see on her again that makes him want to grab his gun, leave the apartment and kill someone.

A hand print covering her cheek.

Pushing down his rage inside of him, Ressler ushers his crying partner into his apartment, closing the door with his foot, and leading her to the couch and sitting her down before going to the kitchen, grabbing an ice pack and another 2 beers because he knows he might have to give her alcohol in order to get her to talk about what happened to her cheek. Placing the beers on the coffee table, Ressler kneels in front of Liz who's tears have stopped falling but she has that faraway look in her eyes and holds the ice pack to her cheek. "Sorry." He whispers when she flinches as the ice pack comes into contact with her cheek. The two of them simply stare at one another. The silence they find themselves in is broken by the ringing of Liz's cellphone but she ignores it. She doesn't want to talk to anyone. Except Ressler.

"What happened?" Ressler asks her quietly, breaking the silence, unable to hold it back, he wants to find out who the hell hurt his partner then kill them. He watches as Liz starts warring with herself about whether or not to tell him. Finally her eyes meet his and she holds his gaze as she speaks, the love in them giving her the strength she needs to be able to tell him.

"When I got home, Tom was drunk and he blamed me for something, then he slapped me, after he slapped me, I packed a duffel bag and headed here." Liz says before Ressler hugs her, the ice pack falling to the floor.

"What did he blame you for, Liz?" Resser asks, as he pulls away from her, Liz shakes her head vigorously.

"Keen, please tell me." Ressler begs her, Liz sighs as she keeps her eyes on his. "He blamed me for all the miscarriages we've had, blaming me for the kids we've lost and never got to meet. It was my fault we lost our unborn kids!" Liz cries, tears flowing down her face as the words Tom said to her come flooding back to her.

Ressler's glad his gun is in his room and is nowhere in sight otherwise he'd go out and kill Tom Keen for making his partner cry and making her feel the miscarriages were her fault when they weren't. Ressler brings his hand to cup her slapped cheek, looking into her blue eyes.

"Your miscarriages were not your fault, Liz. You need to know that. Tom had no right to blame you for that." He tells her sternly as he removes his hand from her cheek, Liz sighs but doesn't say anything more about her miscarriages being her fault because he'd argue with her, Ressler pulls her into another hug, kissing her hair. The two agents pull away from each other and just stare into another's eyes.

Liz can't look away from Ressler.

He's the only person who truly cares about her.

He's the only person who holds her as she cries.

He's the one person who brings her ice packs.

He's the only person who brings her coffee every morning on his way into work.

He's the only person who brings her beer with their Chinese take-out.

He's the only person who comforts her when the cases get too much for her.

He's the only person who wipes her tears away from her face.

He's the only person who makes life worth living.

He's the only person who makes her feel protected.

He's the only person who makes her feel safe.

He's the only person who would lie for her

He's the only person who would question her.

He's the only person who would risk his career for her.

He's the only person who would risk his life for her.

He's the only person who would sacrifice his life for her if it meant her living.

He's the only person who would die for her.

He's the only person who would rip buildings down brick by brick to find her.

He's the only person who would burn the whole world down till he could bring her out of the ashes.

He's the only person who would bring her killer to justice.

He's the only person who could love her like she loves him.

His hand, warm and soft, cradles her cheek and unlike when she had the ice pack, she doesn't flinch, she simply stares into Ressler's blue eyes, her pain melting away.

As long as she's staring into his eyes, she can handle all the slaps in the world.

A\N: My second Keenler oneshot in one day, hope you enjoy, Angels.