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

Not so unconventional methods.

Maggie.

In the beginning, I figured I had some time to work some angle on this fixer guy, but the fixer wasn't waiting on anyone or anything. It wasn't long until Don came back home with a long face and not in the mood to talk to me. I didn't push because I knew he was going through a lot.

I was still working at the firm and I wouldn't be long until I had to start working from home. I knew I also wouldn't be long until I had to move my whole office to set up the nursery for my little one. Also also, I knew it wouldn't be long until I had to start sleeping in the guest room, since the stairs were definitely starting to become a problem. Once I was in the first floor I didn't wanted to go down, and the same thing happened when I was downstairs.

Don couldn't escape from speaking to me for too long, given that we slept in the same bed. Don quietly reached in to rub my belly when I laid next to him. I placed my hand over his and gave him a look.

"Tough day?" He replied with a sigh and rubbed from side to side.

"Crooked cop cases mess me up. And you know what's worst? I can't even be mad about it without feeling like a god damn hypocrite"

"Hypocrite?"

"He called me today. Asked me to take a car full of bodies out of impound"

I sighed and rubbed his hand.

"I'm a crooked cop Mags"

"You're not a crooked cop Donald. You made a mistake, and you handled it best you could. He is taking advantage of that, that's the kind of things people like him do. It's not your fault to have fallen into his world."

He wasn't happy with my answer, instead he just quietly murmured a goodnight at me and turned around. I did the same but ended up falling asleep before him, but not after I felt him shuffle under the covers and his arm creep to my side, wrapping me to his embrace.

I knew then I had to act quickly. It didn't took me long to make a couple of phone calls and have something set up by the end of that week, knowing that Don could be contacted again by the fixer.

I knew the lawyer firm building left to right and sideways, I knew the people who worked there, I knew the clients, I knew the cases they usually took, specially the cases he usually took: impossible ones. I bet everyone thought he just has a silver tongue and could work out every case he took, but I knew the truth, he worked with people's fears, their necessity to work out a problem, he was deceptive, a liar, a cold bastard.

He couldn't keep his blackmailing files anywhere near his home, that would somehow implicate his family, and he knew that if anything happened and the policy needed to check out the files he had at the office, they would need a warrant, which would give him time to get rid of them as fast as he could.

The safe in which he had the files hidden in the false back wall of the only bookcase in his office was a standard safe with a combination lock, though it was extremely thick and was definitely costume made. It didn't take long for the lock to be twisted a couple of times and the safe to be opened.

A quick scan of the files produced Don's file, and everything this fixer guy had on him was apparently all here, even the locations where the material evidence had been taken for storage.