Agent Reddington

'First' Mission

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Chris POV

The next day I walked into the Post Office and looked around for a familiar face. I thought I was the only one in when I spotted the one person I didn't want to see.

My father, Raymond Reddington.

At first, I wanted to avoid him but I decided against it because he probably knew his way around better than I did. Reluctantly, I walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, Mr.Reddington? I was wondering where I can put my things," He turned to look at me. Excitement radiated off him in waves. As Harper always says, the eyes are a window to your soul. We just know how to block them.

"Ah, Chris! Of course, I do, I am the one making this task force possible after all," We stopped at a black, metal door that read Agent Elizabeth Keen on one tag and Agent Christian Scott Harris on the other. I reached out for the door handle, however, before I could eliminate any further action between us he JUST had to open his mouth.

"After all this time, you came back to me. I spent years searching for you but you came back," Red softly said. I exhaled.

"I didn't come back for you. Just to assist them, you know. Sorry to disappoint," I felt him flinch at my words. They were laced with so much venom even Julius would flinch.

~-~-~-~Time skip~-~-~-~

I finished packing and I heard the door open "Go away, Red," I mumbled. Lizzie raised an eyebrow,

"Really? I thought this was my office too," I looked up at Liz. She sat at the edge of her desk with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

"Sorry Liz had a bit of a strife with Red," I replied bitterly. Her gaze turns into a worried one as she gets off her desk to come to me.

"What happened? Do you need me to beat him senseless? You know no one hurts my little Chrissy," I chuckled and she grabbed my face and turned it side to side as a mother would check for injuries on a child. She even sifted a bit through my hair. I pouted,

"Relax, we just exchanged a few words and that's it." Then Agent Ressler opened the door and motioned for us to come out. When I came into the main room I noticed there was an unknown man there. He had black hair, a short goatee, and tanned skin. He was sitting at a computer typing.

"Aram!" Director Cooper raised his voice to get the man's attention. He looked up startled at the smiling director. "He always smiles," I thought to myself, "It scares me," His dark brown orbs swept to where I was standing.

"O-oh Aram Mojtabai." He held out his hand for me to shake. I smiled and shook his hand.

"Christian Harris." Aram smiled weakly. I went and stood next to Red who was all the way in the back with a tall African American man. When Red noticed me he immediately introduced us. However, introductions were interrupted by Lizzie clearing her throat and turning to the TVs mounted on the wall. She held a remote and clicked a button. The next thing I saw scared the living daylights out of me. On the screen was a picture of a tattoo of hands shaking, the very same tattoo I have on my ankle. I felt the color from my face drain. Unbeknownst to me, Reddington saw as well as Dembe.

"This is the symbol Reddington gave us to a secret organization called The Unity. Red wants us to find the leader and shut them down entirely. They were a secret until recently when we got a tip confirmed from a man named Harper Phillips." A picture of my best friend appeared. I felt my eyes prickle with salty tears.

"Are you okay, Chris?" Red worriedly whispers in my ear. I didn't respond. I was too focused on the picture. I stood up abruptly and grabbed my jacket and walked out of the room.

When I got to where I was staying I immediately ran to the study to write a letter to my boss.

April 14, 2016

Mr. Demeanor,

They are aware of our existence. Reddington gave the FBI a picture of the tattoo. They have also received a tip from Harper confirming Reddington's statement. It is a firm belief of mine that we have a mole in the system. You must stop all operations until this all blows over, that is if you would like this to remain a secret.

Now in regards to the mission, I have not figured out the reason he has surrendered himself. However, when he confronted me I told him that I was here to assist them and none of the true mission was exposed.

Warmest Regards,

Christian Scott Harris

I sealed the letter in a white envelope with his name and went over to the picture of Vermeer's painting "The View of Delft" and touched the chapel's reflection in the water and the painting went into the frame and a small shelf made from wood appeared. This shelf is used to communicate with other members quickly for work-related matters. It reads the person it is addressed to and it teleports to that person's shelf.

I heard a ping 10 minutes later and took long strides to the painting. I opened the painting and sure enough, there was a letter with my name on it. I walked back to my desk and opened the letter, It read:

April 14, 2016

Christian,

Thank you for notifying us of this new development. {I had suspicions this was happening.} Don't fret, do your best to interfere and if needed I will send backup, just let me know.

P.S. You have no idea how sorry I am that you had to find out that Harper did this.

Julius Demeanor

I put down the letter and rubbed my temples. I couldn't believe this was happening. While I was processing the information I got an email stating what I missed. As it turns out, Harper was in the States and we were going to bring him in. I decided to get some dinner when I heard a knock at the door.