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

A 'problem'.

Ressler.

Things seemed to have fallen back into place.

Like Maggie had said, it had been hard. Walking through town in the same places we had visited, seeing the restaurant we usually ate in. When I occasionally wore a sweater and it was the one she had given me for my birthday, or just for the hell of it. It was like when we split up, except it was worse, because I knew she wasn't out there moving on with her life. She was six feet into the ground.

Work did the trick,it was a name after the other, Liz was still dealing with her husband, she wanted to know the whole truth.

Maggie... Well, Maggie was just Maggie. Things between us had gone back to how they were, we usually hung out at the café, Fridays were a thing again. Dinner back at her place or mine, catching up with her work or mine. Talk and talk. The little times I had to get something about Audrey off my chest she was there to listen attentively. I was also there when she expressed her concerns about Red. Something had him uncomfortable, and she was scared it all might have some repercussion on her.

She said she wanted a gun, and learn how to use it. And I agreed, she should have one at this point. But there was a nagging voice in the back of my head saying that if she got a gun it mean I wouldn't be there to protect her if anything happen, and believe me, I had set it up in my mind that after everything she's done for me, I will go out of my way to protect her. From anyone.

We hadn't talked much or seen each other these last few days, so Friday night she invited me back to her place.

Although things seemed to had gone back to normal, I had a situation that was currently staring back at me from the palm of my hand. I didn't have enough pills to last me till my next prescription.

Yes, I had been taking one too many every time I had to take my usual dose. It was helping me with the leg pain and the pain I usually had after a day in the field, car crash, car flipping over, getting punched, running, falling, tackling down people. That is what I did on an everyday basis, so I needed the pills to numb me up a little.

I wasn't taking them because of Audrey. I wasn't.

But now, I was staring at both pills in my hand, the ones that I was going to take before I entered Maggie's apartment complex. Only two for the next few hours until the pain is unbearable in the middle of the night and I have to take two more. The problem was that the bottle of pills was empty.

I quickly downed the two pills and put the bottle in my coat pocket. By the end of the night I have to get another prescription, somehow.

I thought about talking to some acquaintance that worked in a pharmacy and to tell her that I needed a refill. I could make something up.

While wracking my brain around my current situation I knocked on Maggie's door, I was somehow already in front of it. She opened up with a smile and let me in.

"I'm making some beef stew, hope it's good"

"It smells good" I said taking my jacket off. I dropped it in her couch and got ready a few glasses for us. My medication didn't allow me to drink much, but it hadn't been a problem so far, I usually had to work the very next day.

Maggie sat down at the kitchen island while I poured her some wine, it went well with this meal.

"I know you don't usually hold much importance to dates but... I moved here a year ago two weeks ago, which roughly makes it one year since we met so" she motioned with her glass at me "cheers"

I smiled at her and softly tapped her glass with mine.

"To many more" I said while leading the glass to my mouth and taking a sip.