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

Research.

Maggie.

"You don't use this, do you?"

I turned around on my chair and watched the other desk on the opposite side of my office at home. I'd gotten a new one because I'd upgraded my computer for a drawing screen on a drawing table, which helped my back and my job a lot.

"No" I replied to Don with a shake of my head. He proceeded, leaving a stack of papers he had on his hands on top of the desk, then undid the buttons on his sleeves and folded them on his arms a couple of times.

"That's a risky seduction tactic Agent Ressler" I said, turning around again to my desk.

"Do you ever stop thinking about having sex with me?" He said, I heard the chair squeak as he sat on it and leaned back.

"Why would I stop? it's my favorite thing to do"

I heard him chuckle, then the scruff of papers as he worked. I'd gotten really busy lately, and was working from home with projects that Oscar wanted me to work by my own with people with the investments companies that he was working with. I wasn't doing much of what I used to specialize, but being creative with buildings and stuff was also a thing I did quite well.

Alma played in my office when I was here, and I could barely notice her. She knew very well when she needed to be quiet, because if I wasn't working and playing with her, she would talk through her elbows.

We worked quietly for an hour, until the need of a pick-me-up started to creep into my body. I stretched my arms over my head and stood up.

"Want something to drink?" I said as I walked towards Don, being careful with a mess of papers he'd laid on the floor in front of him.

"That would be nice" he replied, not taking his eyes off of the papers.

"Me too mommy" Alma said taking my hand. I looked down at her and smiled, walking out of the office.

I had two coffees for Don and I, juice for Alma, and we were going to share a few snacks of fruits and a few Oreos. It was very hypocritical of me to not let Alma eat as much sweet stuff because my snacks at work were literally gummy bears, but I wasn't going to let my daughter rot her teeth.

I reached the office again with my hands full, because Alma was only worried about the Oreos, and I placed the bowl on my desk. I handed Don his cup and looked over his shoulder at the papers. It was all a mess of numbers and names and files with a big, red and bold stamp that read "classified" across the file.

"I'm working on Reddington's case by my own. Liz got pissed when she found out I was still looking, so I have to be quiet about it"

"Any clues yet?"

"Well, this is all about Rostova, Liz's mom. I'm trying to find out what happened to her, because if she betrayed the original Reddington, she knows who the impostor is"

"And what happened to her?"

"The official account is that she committed suicide, but there was a Russian official who claimed that she was seen after her death, so some think she's alive"

I nodded, then turned around to my chair.

"I don't think Reddington is going to do anything to me if he found out about me looking into him." He said after a while. I shrugged and turned around on my chair, fishing a piece of apple from my bowl.