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

Arrangements.

Ressler.

With the start of the spring, the garden usually grew some wild dandelions around, which would be cute if Maggie wasn't deadly allergic to flowers. The garden had to be kept once every two weeks, when she and I were working we had someone come and take care of it, but now that she was pregnant and at the house, we'd stopped having the gardener and Carol come take care of Alma, though a cleaning lady did came once a week for a deep clean of the house, and we usually kept it that way until the next week.

The last case we'd worked on, the Kazanjian brothers, had left me with constant questions crawling in my head, so keeping the garden was helping me think about everything that has happened.

Reddington had brought up this case with no explanation as to why, which we were used to at that point. Liz was sure that it had something to do with her mother, she told me she'd been in contact with her, and she wanted to help her look for answers.

I'd expressed my disagreement with her not telling us her whereabouts, because as far as I was concerned, we were still FBI agents, she was still a fugitive, she had killed FBI agents and needed to be brought in to make her pay for what she did. Liz didn't seem to agree with me, noting that Reddington sometimes did the same thing.

I sensed something changed in Liz when we found out the next target of the Kazanjians, and when we were at a run down motel trying to find this person, we had a shootout with them, they took a woman hostage, and I don't know why but Liz mentioned her mother's name to them. Her mention was met with a telling silence, and to aggravate the situation even more, the hostage was shot.

I dropped the persuit to help the woman, who was bleeding profusely put of the bullet wound on her chest, and I felt a rush of air pass beside me, when I looked up quickly, I saw Liz dashing towards the emergency exit, she didn't call our that she was going after them, she didn't call for backup, she didn't even yell orders that were usually yelled at like 'call the paramedics, keep pressure on her chest'. That's when I realized that she wasn't 100 percent with us, with the taskforce, with Reddington.

I staid back to take care of the woman, getting help of the hotel guests and members. I questioned why she asked about them and she told me she "could see it in their eyes". I usually avoided following gut instinct, and Liz instantly jumped to conclusions that Reddington had given us the case to look for her mother.

I returned to the post office when Liz set off to confront Reddington, and when she returned she'd told us that he'd collapsed, she'd taken him to a safe house with the help of her mother. Strangely she helped Reddington instead of attempting to kidnap him to get information like she'd done before.

Reddington had a plan to catch Liz's mom, and Liz had the opportunity to warn her off to, proving her loyalty to Reddington or to her mother depending on who she called.

I couldn't stay back to check what she'd done, we had a blacklister to catch. Park and I dealt with the case, leaving me hanging for an answer about Liz's dilemma.

I felt bad for Liz and relieved I wasn't the one that had to make these decisions, because Reddington did not deserve much of my loyalty, but her mother had done questionable things along the way.

I stopped in my tracks halfway mowing the lawn when I was called by Alma, she stood in the doorway and looked at me as she yelled out. I looked up and turned of the mower, running the back of my hand along my forehead.