My Dad Is A Criminal( Fan Fiction of the Blacklist )(Rewritten)

Past 2

It was late at night. Almost midnight. I heard voices in the living room. Being an investigator, I decided to take a look. When I walk out in the living room and see Red and Liz talking and looking at files. I walk into the room with them and was greeted by a big smile from Red. "You couldn't sleep?"
I felt it would be rude of me to tell them that they were the ones who woke me up, so I just nod. He pats the seat next to him. I slowly walk over and sit down. I looked at Liz and she gives me an unsure grin.

"Sam do you think you could help out with a case Lizzie and I are working on. Liz looked confused but did not say anything. "Are you sure. I'm no professional." That was kind of a lie. I asked myself, what is he doing. Does he not want Lizzie to know who I am or not.
"Non-sense". He picks up the file with a girls face on it and hands it to me. African American woman, dark brown straight hair, the early twenties. My tired feeling disappeared. It switched to straight to pure dread. Rozza. The one who tried to kill me. Who was told to kill me by Jackson? It was a long pause. "Is this someone your looking for?" I asked.

"Sam do you know her?" Liz chimed in. I looked at Red and he gave a reassuring nod. "Yes, I know her," I said looking down at the picture. "How do you know her?" Liz said moving forward in her chair. I took a deep breath. "She tried to kill me once before." I looked into her eyes.

"Wait, what? What happened?" Before I could try to explain what exactly I was Red does that for me. I really do believe that It is unbearable for him to stay quiet for more than five minutes.
"Sam is an assassin. A man who is working very hard to try to kill her organized it. He is our next blacklister."

I saw Liz's eyes flip from my face to Reds and back. I looked at Red as well. He just said it out loud. "You kill people?" Liz asked.

"I have killed people, yes,"I put a major emphasis on have killed.

"Your just a kid. How could...." She trailed off.

"They took me in when I was 8. I trained with them and fought with them. I went on missions. Most of the time the kills were terrorists. At least that's what they told us. When I was 15 the head of operations appointed me to take his job as commander of the division. He was dying, he didn't have much time. One of the older agents didn't want to be answering to me. He wanted the job for himself and tried to kill me."

Liz stood up and grabbed her coat. "I cant right now." She starts to walk to the door. Reds expression didn't change. He knew she would act like this.

"Why?" I asked. She turned around and faced me. "Why can't you right now. Everyone has things to go through I understand that, but now that you know about me. What I am, you cant make it all about you."

I said it calmly not raising my voice. I said It almost cold to her.

Red looked at me. He was surprised I would say that.

Jackson wants me and I am really not in the shape to fight him. Liz having this case, I could find answers from Rozza and end this once and for all.

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I was in it, secretly of course. Well until today. I'm in an F.B.I look out van outside of Rozza's apartment and everything is not going according to plan.

Liz had a plan where she would go in. Red had a plan that he would go in. The only plan that would work was mine of course. "She knows me. If either of you goes in there she will kill you!" I protested. "How do you know that she won't try to kill you."Liz looked at me.

"Because I know her," I said.

As Liz was about to say something to defense Red spoke.

"Sam your not going." He said coolly.