Forgotten but not gone

by Professor_Practical

Summary:

After having been shot by Raymond, Kate turns up in a hospital. How will she feel about Raymond and his new relationship with Liz?

Notes:

This is a continuation of another story. I recommend reading the first one before this one first.

Chapter 1: The first chapter

Kate slowly opened her eyes. Her head ached in a way that she couldn’t describe. Her vision was blurry, and she couldn’t focus, no matter how hard she tried. She did her best to understand her situation. Looking around the room, she guessed that she was in a hospital from the general shade of gray that surrounded her. She couldn’t see clearly enough to make out anything. There was an IV in her arm, further confirming her assessment. Her throat was so parched that she couldn’t form any words. A glass of water was on the nightstand next to her bed. At least, it looked like it might be one to her blurry vision, but she knocked it to the floor as she reached for it. Her depth perception was off as well. She lay back in her bed to settle her nerves. She couldn’t see, she couldn’t talk, she could barely move, and her head ached like crazy. Powering through with effort would only frustrate her.

A fuzzy form passed at the edge of her field of view. She couldn’t even tell that it was a nurse, surprised to see her awake.

“She’s awake,” she heard the form call out to someone before it came closer. Once only a few feet away, it was clear that it was a human. Her face was still a mystery, though.

“How are you feeling?”

Kate tried to talk, but the words were barely audible. Instead, she motioned like she was drinking water.

The nurse understood and poured a new cup for her. Kate reached out with both hands and carefully took it from her. The water was more soothing than any drink she had ever had. She wondered how long she had been out.

“Take your time. My name is Annie. You’ve been unconscious for two weeks. It’ll take some time before your voice and your strength come back. Until then, I’ll be here to get you whatever you need. You can call me with this button and use this chart to point to what you need.”

The name made Kate feel at ease with her even though she didn’t understand why. She just thought it was a pretty name. Unfortunately, she couldn’t make out any of the symbols on the chart without her glasses. She made it clear that she was straining to see and motioned like she was putting on glasses.

“Oh, you need glasses. You didn’t have any on you when you were dropped off. I’ll see what we can do to help you see better.”

Kate laid back down again, unable to do much of anything. She tried to remember how she ended up here, but everything was a blank. She occasionally sipped her water until the nurse returned. She had brought with her five pairs of glasses.

“We had these in the lost and found. They’ve been there forever, so I don't think anyone will come looking for them. Try and see if any of them are similar to your prescription.”

Kate tried them all. One particular bright red pair worked fairly well for her. They were not perfect, but so much better than the near blindness of not having them.

“So, do those work well for you?”

Kate nodded.

“I think they look pretty good on you as well. You’ve got a sort of sassy librarian vibe now.”

Kate smiled. It felt good to be seen.

“Now, if you can tell us who you are, we can contact family members for you.”

Annie handed her a pad and a pencil. Kate thought for a second and wrote the only things that came to mind.

I can’t remember who I am or how I got here. Could I have aspirin, please? -

Annie’s expression turned to concern.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize that you had amnesia. I’ll be right back with something for your head.”

It didn’t take her long to return with the aspirin. She handed Kate the pills and refilled her water. Not long after, a neurologist came in as well. The doctor was uncomfortably perky.

“So you’re having a bit of trouble with your noggin. Can’t say I’m surprised after two separate gunshots to the head. I’m honestly amazed that memories are all you’ve lost. You’re quite the tough customer.”

Kate was shocked to hear about it. What had she been up to that would get her shot in the head, twice?

“The good news is that the first gunshot is kind of a blessing in this case. Never thought I’d hear myself say that. So, it was repaired with a titanium plate. That plate deflected the second bullet and probably saved your life. Kind of ironic, isn’t it? And like a gift that keeps on giving, it also has a serial number. Which means that we can tell you your name once I go and look it up. Would you like us to also contact your next of kin?”

Kate wrote - yes - on her notepad.

“Great, for now, just get some rest. You should be getting home in no time.”

For the first time since waking up, Kate finally felt like things were under control. She still didn’t know who she was, but once someone came to get her, maybe that would jog her memory. The feeling did not last, though. The doctor was far more subdued when he returned.

“Ms. Nemec? I’m sorry, but I wasn’t able to find a next of kin for you. I requested your records from when you were treated for your first gunshot wound. You had someone named Annie Kaplan listed as a contact. Unfortunately, she died in the same shooting. You’ve actually been missing ever since. No one has seen Katherine Nemec in decades. I contacted missing persons for you, which is the standard practice when someone like you comes through our doors. They should be by tomorrow to help you figure out where you belong. Hopefully, that conversation will reveal more to you. I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to find better news.”

Kate couldn’t imagine what her life must have been to get shot twice and disappear for decades. She preferred not to speculate with so little information. A pragmatic approach felt most natural to her. She settled in with her notepad and wrote whatever came to mind. Facts about the world, images that came to mind when she closed her eyes, and what she felt about various things. Anything that might suggest who she was.

 

Meanwhile, Raymond was sitting on a chair in Elizabeth’s living room with a tacky beret on his head instead of his usual fedora. There was a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

The door opened slowly as Elizabeth peeked around the corner.

“Ah, Ms. Keen, I’m so glad that you agreed to audition. Excellent, I see you’ve even brought a copy of the script. You wouldn’t believe how many people show up for these auditions completely unprepared. Take a minute to do any preparation you need, and then let me know when you are ready.”

Elizabeth timidly walked into her own apartment, wearing an overcoat and carrying a piece of paper. She shed the overcoat and placed it over the back of the couch, revealing an extremely low-cut blouse and a strip of fabric that could scarcely be called a skirt.

Raymond dropped his clipboard at the sight of her as she bent over to place her coat down. Without standing up, Elizabeth looked back over her shoulder to check on him.

“Is everything alright?”

There was silence as he regained his composure. A large part of him wanted to immediately dispense with the farce and take her right then.

“Just fine, dear. I seemed to have lost my focus for a second.”

Elizabeth smiled as she felt the balance of power in the situation shift.

“You seem to be mighty focused to me,” she said, still bent over. His gaze had not moved an inch from her. She stood up slowly. Raymond swallowed hard and then cleared his throat as she walked over. He removed his stupid-looking beret, to Elizabeth’s relief.

“Ahem, now, in this scene, you’ll be playing a young woman whose car has broken down. The nearest place you can find help is a bar at the end of the block. It’s late at night, and you are nervous, so you wander in looking for help and…go.”

“Excuse me, my car’s broken down, and I could use some help.”

Raymond, playing the bartender, responded.
“I get off in about 20 min. I can have a look at your car and get it up and running. Or just give you a ride if you like.”

“It’s really late. Is there any way I can help you get off quicker?” Elizabeth said seductively while trying to keep a straight face.” “How was that?”

“Very nice, Ms. Keen. Just, when you deliver the line make sure you look into my eyes when you say it. Maybe bite your lip a little bit too.”

“Shall we keep going?”

“Sure”

Elizabeth took a second to get back into character. She sat down at the table, pretending it was a bar. Raymond poured her a very real drink. She crossed her legs, making sure that Raymond was watching as she did and taking her sweet time to finish the maneuver.
“In about 15 minutes, everyone should be cleared out of here. Have a drink on me while you wait. I can help with your car once the place is empty.”

“You’re so kind and helpful. I was very lucky to run into you tonight.”

“Nah, I’m the lucky one. Look around. See how depressing this place is. There’s one bright spot in here, and it’s that gorgeous smile of yours.”

Elizabeth couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. Her bright red lipstick really stood out.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Of course I do,” he said as he brushed her hair past her ear. “There, now I can have a better view of your face.”

Elizabeth took another sip of her drink as she tried not to blush. It was scripted, but he wrote it about her and delivered the compliment with sincerity.

“You’re so much nicer than my ex. I wish I’d met you instead of him. I’ve always wanted someone who’s kind and thoughtful. Someone who makes me feel good about myself. Someone who fixes problems for me instead of creating new ones. Want to get a bite after we get my car sorted?”

“That depends on who’s biting.”

“You’re choice. Since you’ve been so helpful.”

“Let me finish closing up first, then you’ll have me all to yourself.”

They stared into each other eyes from across the table until Raymond broke character.
“Excellent work, Ms Keen. You’re a natural. I could really see you getting comfortable in the role.”

“I’m really starting to enjoy myself. Shall we do the next scene?” she asked eagerly.

Raymond took a broom from the kitchen and unscrewed the handle. He leaned it up against the table as a prop for their next scene.

“In this scene, we’ve just returned from your car. It needs to be towed, but I’ve offered to wait with you until the tow truck comes. The bar is empty now.”

“Want to play a game of pool while we wait.”

“Sure. But I need you to show me how to use those sticks first.”

“OK. Show me your technique then, and I'll give you some pointers.”

Elizabeth picked up the broom handle and gently stroked it suggestively. She played with it between her fingers, not at all like one would play pool. But she was playing a completely different game. She locked eye contact with Raymond and asked, “like this?”

Raymond could feel his blood pressure rising as he watched her.
“You got excellent technique, but let me help you a bit.”

He stood behind her as she bent over the table. He corrected her form as she snuggled against him. She could feel his cue stick pressed against her thigh, confirming how happy he was to see her. He lowered his head just behind her cheek and whispered in her ear as he guided her hands. Elizabeth loved the way he smelled.

“Make sure you grip it firmly at the base, and just let the tip glide between your fingers.”

He slowly drew the broom handle back and forth against her fingers. Elizabeth closed her eyes and let herself just feel close to him. At times, the role-play had just felt silly; now, she was fully into it.

“So what happens next? I don't have any more lines.”

“Now, you show me how well you can improv.”
Elizabeth turned around and kissed him. She sat down on the table, leaving room for Raymond to stand between her legs.

“Thank you for staying with me until the tow truck gets here. Can I show you my appreciation? “

He placed his hands on her bare thighs. They were surprisingly warm. Her panties were clearly visible even though her skirt was barely raised. She pulled Raymond closer by his belt buckle and began unfastening it.

“How’s this for improvisation, Mr Director?”

He slid his hands up her thighs until they rested just beneath her skirt.

“You’ve got a knack for staying in the moment. I’m strongly considering you for this role.”

“Still not fully convinced, eh? Let’s see if I can change your mind.”

Elizabeth reached into his pants and worked his cock free. Given how hard he was, it took a bit of finagling, but it was well worth the effort for them both.

“Looks like someone is a fan of my performance.”

She stared up at him from her seat on the table while she gently caressed it with her fingers.

While she was busy, Raymond removed her shirt for her and fondled her breasts over the lace fabric of her bra. He reached down into the cup to feel her skin. It was so soft and smooth that he couldn’t help but caress them further. Wanting to see and feel even more, he slid the straps down off her shoulders and folded the fabric down before removing the garment entirely.

“That’s much better. Let me have a look at you now.”

He made her let go of her play toy long enough to pose for him. He stepped back from the table for a second as she sat with her back slightly arched, wearing just the short plaid skirt and panties.

“Do I have the right look for the part, Mr Director?” she asked. Shaking just slightly to make her breasts move for him.

“Definitely. This is purely for my enjoyment now. Stand up and turn around for me.”

She blushed slightly and did as he asked. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and she loved the attention. She approached again, this time kneeling in front of him. She tossed her hair to one side, so her face wouldn’t be hidden. “Watch me, Raymond,” she thought to herself as she slowly wrapped her red lips around his cock. Raymond felt weak as the pleasure washed over him. He steeled himself and watched her carefully and tenderly drive him wild.

“Could I do this more often if I got the part?”

The feigned innocence in her tone was too much for him. The only response he could muster was, “Oh god, yes.”

She knew exactly how to push his buttons. She slowly pulled her lips away, leaving with a kiss on the head of his cock. Then, slowly stroking it with her hand she looked him in the eye and just said, “Direct me.”

“Take your panties off and sit back down on the table.”

Elizabeth started undressing further.

“Leave the skirt.”

“As you wish”

She sat down with her legs spread, waiting for him. Raymond pushed them apart even further and began working his cock against her wet opening. It was clear she was enjoying this role. He began to kiss her deeply as he continued. Her warm wetness invited him in as she exhaled from the sensation. She leaned back, bracing herself on the table. Raymond grabbed her hips for more leverage. Elizabeth smiled, having accomplished her mission. She had once again brought out the primal part of him that she enjoyed feeling in her. His thrusts progressively became more forceful until each one scooted the table back a little. She laid all the way back, flat on the table, taking in all of his intensity, egging him on with each moan. He reached for her breast again, this time pinching her nipple. It sent a bolt of electricity through her, causing her to moan even louder. She didn’t expect to like it so much. He continued the pressure, pushing her higher. Elizabeth also pleasured herself while he worked. She wanted badly to cum with him and could tell he was getting close. She could feel his muscles tensing up as hers did also.

He pulled back even further and then slipped his cock underneath her hand, letting it rub against her clit instead of her fingers. The change in sensation caught her off guard again. He kept thrusting under her hand. She held her breath as she could feel the orgasm building. She grabbed his cock and rubbed it side to side against her pushing herself over the finish line. Raymond forcefully grabbed her arm as he released as well. Elizabeth felt each spurt of cum as it coated her breasts and belly. She could hardly focus as contractions passed through her body. She did her best to keep stroking Raymond, helping him to finish.

She flopped back down onto the table.
“Holy shit. I need to catch my breath.”

“Me too.”

“You know, I thought the role-playing was kind of corny at first, but god, did it get me turned on by the end.”

“It was all because of you. You made the session special with your commitment. Honestly, I’m disappointed that I couldn’t match your performance.”

“Really”

“I knew I was in trouble as soon as you bent over to set down your coat.”

“Oh, so you’re a fan of my ass then?” she said with a smirk.

“Lizzie, I have dreams about that ass. I have difficulty maintaining my empire some days because I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“You know you can whisk me away for a quickie whenever you need one. I always cum with you, so it's not like I won’t enjoy it too. And if, by some twist of fate, I don’t, I know you’ll make it up to me in ways I can’t even imagine.”

She sat up and kissed his lips.

“Be careful what you ask for.” He had a sly look in his eye. The look only encouraged her more.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I might fuck you again right now. I mean, you are still pretty hard. Maybe it's you who needs to be careful.”

She caressed his cock, making him twitch until he stopped her hand. She smiled at his discomfort.

“I love the way you look at me. You should know it gets me turned on when you look at me like that, so tread carefully. Now, come with me to the shower before I change my mind and request a second audition.

They laughed and chatted in the shower together before collapsing back onto the couch in bathrobes. Raymond turned on the TV as Elizabeth lay with her feet across his lap. Neither expected what they saw next. Breaking news: a long-time missing person had been found after decades of being thought to be dead: Katherine Nemec. They were both in shock.

“Did Justin do this?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out right now.”

“I’m coming too.”

Chapter 2: The second chapter

Summary:

Kate is back. Stuff happens to set up other stuff.

Raymond ended the phone call.

“Well, was this something Justin did?” Elizabeth asked.

“He says he had nothing to do with it. Also, if you keep using his real name, your coworkers are going to figure out he's been working for me.”

“So Kate is really alive? Dembe said you killed her.”

“I thought I had. But the truth is I couldn't bring myself to check her for a pulse. If this really is Kate, we need to get to the hospital ASAP. She has plenty of her own enemies who will be coming for her now that her identity has been revealed.”

Elizabeth ran to her room and threw on clothes as quickly as she could. Raymond just as quickly donned a spare suit that he stashed at the apartment. The two of them left with Agnes and headed straight for the hospital. Agnes barely woke up on the way in the car. Raymond called for Dembe to meet him at the hospital. He didn't explain the reason. Getting his hopes up only to find that it wasn't her would have been too cruel. He simply told him that he had business there.

Dembe was waiting near the front desk when they arrived. They all approached the receptionist together.

“We're here to see Kathryn Nemec.”

Dembe stared at Raymond with a very confused look.

“I'm sorry, visiting hours have ended for today.“

“My name is Elizabeth Keen. I'm with the FBI. We have reason to believe she's in danger. I need you to take us to her room immediately.”

The nurse agreed to take them and led them to her room. As they peeked in, they could hardly believe their eyes. Sure enough, it was her. She noticed Elizabeth first. She studied her with an inquisitive look.

“Kate?”

“I am, but I'm afraid I can't remember you, dear. I can tell you meant something to me, though. Seeing you makes me smile. Tell me your name.”

“You raised me. You knew me as Masha. I go by Elizabeth now. And this is Agnes. You received that gunshot wound for protecting us. We owe you so much.“

“Elizabeth.” She repeated the name, hoping it would unlock something in her mind. But nothing changed.

“You there, you were also special to me, weren’t you?” she asked Dembe.

Tears welled in Dembe’s eyes.

“Kate, you have been one of my closest friends for many, many years. I can't express how good it is to see you well.”

“Would you like a hug?” She could tell how moved he was to see her and how hesitant he was to assume any familiarity.

Dembe embraced her tightly for what would normally be an awkward amount of time. It wasn't awkward for Kate, though. This was the first real indication that she meant anything to anyone.

While they embraced, Raymond entered the room. Had anyone been watching the monitors, they would have seen her blood pressure increase significantly.

“And who am I to you?” she asked nervously.

“To me, you are my greatest regret. I allowed us to part on the worst of terms. Kate, I'm sorry.”

“I can't say that I remember what happened between us, but you seem sincere. Thank you for the apology.”

Raymond continued, “I need you to come with us. I do not think you will be safe here anymore.”

“Why wouldn't I be safe here?”

“You and I made a lot of enemies over the years. And now those enemies may know where to find you. I can explain everything once we're somewhere safe.”

“I don't know how well I can walk.”

“Don't worry about that. I'll get you to safety,” said Dembe.

Elizabeth looked at the nurse. “I need you to unhook her from everything right now.”

The nurse did as she was asked. Dembe picked up Kate with ease. She rested her head against his chest. She felt very at ease with him.

“Is there a back exit somewhere?” Elizabeth asked.

“I can lead you to the loading dock.”

“That'll be perfect.”

The nurse led them out of the room and around a corner. As they walked, a message came through the nurse's walkie-talkie. “Is Kathryn still awake? I sent some officers up to talk to her.

“Don't answer. Those are probably not officers. They wouldn't show up in the middle of the night for a missing persons case. Is there a place we can hide?"

The nurse looked around. “Over here. This is the nurses’ breakroom.”

“Okay. Now ask how many officers.”

She replied over the walkie-talkie, “It's not a great time. I'm helping her go to the bathroom. I'll come down to get them when we're done. How many are there?”

“It's just two. They said it's urgent, and they are on their way up.”

“Shit, ideas? We can't have a shootout here,” Elizabeth questioned.

“We have Kate and a baby. We can't fight them,” said Dembe.

Kate suggested a plan. “OK. Once they pass by, we hurry out the front. We'll have a head start before they figure out I'm gone.”

“I'll do what I can to keep them occupied,” the nurse offered.

“Thank you.”

They hid in the breakroom until they saw the two officers pass by. Once they turned the corner, the group made a break for the front door. The nurse followed the officers to Kate's room.

Elizabeth passed Agnes to Raymond so she could draw her gun and then led the way with Dembe close behind. Raymond brought up the rear.

Elizabeth peaked around the last corner and saw a third officer waiting near the front desk. She turned to the group. “Go straight to the car once I distract him. I'll meet up with you later.”

She went to Raymond next and kissed Agnes. “Keep her safe.”

“I'll protect her with my life.”

They shared a quick kiss before she stepped out. She knew it might not be long before the other two came back down.

“Excuse me, officer. FBI, I need your help.”

She started walking towards the officer and talking about a made-up suspect. She drew his attention to her phone, where she pulled up a photo of Tom.

“This man is armed and dangerous. We have a tip that he was wounded and may be here. Have you seen any GSWs come in?”

While they talked, Raymond, Agnes, Dembe, and Kate quietly skulked across the waiting room as if they were the Scooby-doo gang.

Elizabeth’s job was easy. The officer tried to appear helpful and allowed himself to be distracted so as not to blow his own cover. It was not difficult for her to figure out that he was not a real office.

Once everyone was safe, she pretended to receive a message in the earpiece she wasn't wearing. She placed one finger by her ear.

“You spotted him in the parking garage? Copy that, I'm on my way.”

She took off without saying more. Dembe’s car was already gone. She took her car over to the home Raymond was borrowing.

 

In the other car, Raymond drove while Dembe held Agnes. Kate leaned against him in the back seat. It was clear to Kate that Raymond was keeping his distance from her.

“So when are you going to tell me what you're sorry for?”

Raymond sighed.

“As soon as I know you are safe. Right now, you need me. I can't risk you leaving while someone is trying to kill you. I don't think you'll want me in your life once I tell you.”

“Well, Elizabeth and Dembe seem to care for you greatly. I find it hard to believe you're a monster.”

“The truth is under no obligation to appear believable. For now trust that your safety is what I want most.”

“I'll trust you for now.”

Kate spent the rest of the trip playing with Agnes, who was in Dembe's arms. Raymond drove more cautiously than he ever had before.

Once at home, Dembe helped Kate up the stairs. She insisted on walking now that the immediate threat was gone. He was happy to see this part of her personality was still there even without any of her memories. She had no intention of relying on others unless it was necessary.

“Thank you, Dembe. I can handle it from here.”

“If you need anything, I shouldn’t be far.”

“Can you ask Elizabeth to come and talk with me once she gets here? I’m hopeful that she can share something that may help me remember.”

“Of course, Kate. Would you like food or anything else?”

“Just some water. Thank you again.”

Raymond was downstairs making a list of potential enemies when Dembe came through to get the water.

“That’s a mighty long list.”

“It's not even close to complete. But I will prioritize the ones that would be interested in Kate specifically. Maybe in a day or two, we can narrow it down to just a couple of names.”

Dembe delivered the water while Raymond continued to take stock of the years he and Kate had spent building his empire. Kate was invisible in most of it, though. Even when she played a major role, most people never saw her or knew she existed. Even fewer knew her real name. That might be the key.

Elizabeth walked in. Raymond stood up to greet her with a hug.

“Lizzie, you were amazing back there.”

“I’ve seen you do more with less. Thank you for keeping Agnes safe.”

“It meant a lot that you trusted me. I could never betray that. She’s sleeping in the other room. I laid her down on the rug, with no blankets or pillows nearby. She should be safe there.”

Elizabeth smiled.

“Well, look at you. I’m impressed.”

“Half of doing something right is getting advice from the right source. You should thank Dembe and Kate. They told me what to do.”

“Still, you chose to do it yourself rather than ask them. That means a lot to me.”

“Once you get settled, Kate wants to talk to you.”

“Great, I’ll head right up.”

Elizabeth peeked in to check on Agnes before going. The criminal mastermind had done a masterful job setting up a safe sleeping area and settling her in. She quietly backed away and left the door cracked before heading up to Kate’s room.

“Would you prefer I call you Elizabeth or Masha?”

“From you, either would be fine. But everyone calls me Elizabeth. Maybe you should try both and see what feels most familiar.”

“I will. Thank you, Masha. I want to know what you know about me. Anything you can share will be helpful.”

“You raised me for a little while when I was young. I have almost no memory of it, actually. You knew my mother, Katarina Rostova, who hired you to watch me while she was working. To keep me safe, you both kept your distance when she went into hiding. She was a Russian spy.”

Kate laughed.

“You’ll have to forgive me. That sounds more like the plot of a dime store novel than the lost memory of an elderly woman.”

“I hate to say it, but that’s just the beginning. You’ve led quite a wild life.”

“Was I a good person? It seems like I have been involved in all manner of shady dealings.”

“Absolutely, you were a good person. You are one of the most loyal and dedicated people I have ever met. So loyal that, at times, your choice of actions did run counter to established law, but it wasn’t for your personal gain. I’m certain that every act was done out of love and devotion. I bet you feel it even now. How far you’d go for someone who is important to you.”

“I think you are right. That feels natural to me,” Kate admitted. “What kinds of things did I do?”

“Mostly you destroyed evidence. Disposed of evidence and cleaned up crime scenes to protect those close to you. When it comes to forensics, you are one of the most talented people on the planet. Maybe the best there is. I’m not exaggerating.”

“That must be why I could recognize what cleaners they were using in the hospital from their scents. All of this operational knowledge but no memories. It's a strange feeling. Like I’ve walked into someone else's life.

“I can’t imagine how hard that is.”

“Can I ask about your life for a bit?”

“Of course, what do you want to know?”

“Tell me about your career.”

“I work for the FBI as a profiler on a special task force. We work with Raymond Reddington to bring down criminals that aren’t on the radar of the intelligence services.”

“Are you saying that Raymond downstairs is the Raymond Reddington? The international criminal? And I’ve been cleaning crime scenes for him?”

Elizabeth cringed a bit as she quietly eked out a, “Yeah, pretty much. I wanted to ease you into it a little more slowly, but that's the long and short of it.”

“There must be more to the story that I've yet to learn. He doesn’t seem that bad, and you trusted him with your daughter. Is Agnes his child? I saw you two kiss.”

“No, Agnes’ father was a real monster. A man Raymond hired to keep tabs on me. But he double-crossed Raymond and used a drug to ply me into marrying him… twice. Raymond and I have grown very close, though. He’s a lot like you. For those he cares about, there isn’t a line he won’t cross.”

“That's a bit much even for a dime store novel. As an FBI agent, you don’t have any issues dating the world's most wanted criminal?”

“I did for a long time. I did my best to deny what I felt, but he gets me in a way that no one else ever has. I don’t know if things will work out long-term, but it was torture to not try.”

“So he’s that good, huh?” Kate asked slyly.

Elizabeth turned red.

“Don't worry. I won’t pry any further, dear. I’ve gotten plenty of useful information from you, and I don’t need to make you uncomfortable with any more questions. I think I should talk to Raymond myself. I’m leery of him, but anyone who inspires this level of devotion from good people like you and Dembe must have some redeeming qualities. It's obvious that he is followed out of love and not fear or greed. Send him up to see me for a bit.”

“Okay. It's good to have you back.”

Elizabeth headed back downstairs. Dembe had left to pick up a few things for Agnes from the apartment. Raymond was pondering over a list of names, a few of which she recognized.

“Potential suspects?”

“Exactly.”

“Kate wants to talk with you now. Just be honest with her. She’ll see that you want what’s best for her.”

“I don’t know if I can take that chance. You sent me away when you were in her position. I think she’ll do the same.”

She kissed him as he headed up.

Raymond found a seat next to Kate’s bed. He was ashamed at what he had done, seeing her there looking so frail. Her not-so-final words still rang in his head. Admonishing him to see that she had not betrayed him but had stayed loyal to his original objective at all costs, even a cost he wasn’t willing to pay.

“Do you remember anything more yet, Kate?”

“Why, is there something you hope I’ll remember or something you fear I’ll remember?” she asked

“Both, I’m afraid. I’ll tell you everything you want to know, but there is something I won’t share until this threat has passed. I’m not willing to risk you running from me and into danger. I can keep you safe. If you prefer to not be near me, I can provide all the distance you like.”

“Come closer, Raymond.”

Raymond approached the bed, and Kate put her arm around him and drew him in. He rested his head on her shoulder. He wouldn’t allow himself any more than this after what he had done. He would not take advantage of her ignorance. But it felt nice to not have her hate him.

“I’m going to be completely honest with you, Raymond. I have my suspicions about our past, but it feels wrong to hold against you acts that I can’t remember. Until my memory returns I consider us to be acquaintances. We can start fresh and build new memories. When my memory returns, I fully expect that we will resolve everything from our past. You inspire love and devotion from Elizabeth and Dembe. It's them that I trust. Not you. And for them, I am willing to give you a chance even though I still feel very leery of you. I do have one question, though. Where does all of this end?”

It was a good question. One that would reveal his motivations behind everything.

“If I have my way, it ends with safety for Elizabeth. We built this empire to keep her safe. She was born into the world, surrounded by enemies, and I will do everything in my power to make sure they cannot touch her.”

Good or bad, at least he was sincere. But that also scared her. People resolute in their convictions often commit the worst atrocities.

“I think that's enough for tonight. We will talk more soon. I’ve grown tired for now.”

“Thank you for trusting me, even if it is just for now. You always were the wise one in my ear. It was Dembe I looked to, to find the compassion that I couldn’t find in myself, but you were always my source of wisdom. I think you’ve made a wise choice. I won’t let you regret it.”

 

It was quiet downstairs. Dembe hadn't returned yet. Elizabeth sat in the kitchen playing an anagram game on her phone as she pondered the strange turn of events. Mr. Kaplan was alive again but had no memory. Raymond walked in and looked over her shoulder. She was only missing a 7-letter word. Raymond whispered the answer in her ear.

Elizabeth didn't even look up from her screen. “You're gonna have to get me pretty drunk first.”

“No, no, it's the answer to your puzzle.”

Elizabeth looked again at the collection of letters.

“Actually, I'm pretty sure the answer is ‘SUBTEXT.’”

She finished the puzzle. It was indeed subtext. She stared at him suspiciously.

“Honest mistake. Can I get you a drink to celebrate?”

Elizabeth laughed. “Absolutely not.”

Raymond sat down at the table with her.

“So how did things go with Kate?”

“As well as can be expected. Waking up to find you’ve spent the last few decades covering up crimes for the most wanted man in several nations can be a lot to take in. I think it helped a lot that you and Dembe showed her so much kindness. She doesn’t feel so alone now.”

“Did you tell her that you were the one who shot her?”

“She didn’t ask. In fact, she only wanted to know what motivated me. Beyond that, she said that we can start fresh for now and deal with the past when she remembers it.”

“Wow, I was nearly driven insane not knowing bits and pieces of my past. She’s okay just moving forward blindly?”

“She has always been a spectacular woman. Losing her was by far my biggest mistake.”

“Let’s just make sure it doesn’t happen again. We’ll get the task force involved in the morning.”

Notes:

Sorry there wasn't much smut in this chapter. The story got in the way this time. Just bear with me forca few chapters

Also for any wordscapes players, just a reminder, buttsex is not an accepted word.

Chapter 3: The chapter after the second chapter

Everyone stayed at Raymond’s place that night. It felt wrong not to be near Kate after everything that had happened. The home Raymond was house-sitting had ample space for everyone to share comfortably.

Elizabeth awoke to the smell of bacon frying. She made her way downstairs and found Raymond setting the table for everyone. Dembe was cooking delicious-smelling eggs.

“Good morning, Lizzie. I trust you slept well.”

“Well enough to not notice you getting out of bed. All this food looks delicious.”

She took a seat, and Raymond pushed the chair in for her. There was already coffee waiting.

“The goal for today is to get a solid lead. I have a few ideas, but nothing actionable. I think we should check the video feeds at the hospital and see if we can learn something there.”

Kate made her way down the stairs. Raymond ran up to her just as she was starting her descent. She was stable enough on her own but moving very carefully. Raymond backed down the stairs in front of her just on the off chance that she might lose her balance.

“While I appreciate the concern, I’m fully capable of handling a flight of stairs. Now, what I would appreciate even more than your hovering would be some of that breakfast I smell.”

Dembe was already bringing out a plate and setting up a place for her. Raymond pushed her chair in once she was seated and then joined the ladies at the table.

Elizabeth spoke first.

“Any new memories?”

“No, but I did have a very intense dream. I was on a bridge, and someone was about to jump. I was begging them to come down. The water was too shallow below, and it would have been fatal.”

“Did they jump?”

“I don’t know. But I’m still feeling the emotions from it. Don’t you hate that? Feeling upset all morning over something that didn’t even happen.”

“Perhaps it did happen, at least in a symbolic sense. You wouldn’t remember, but you have pulled me back from imminent doom more than once,” Raymond said.

“It’s true,” Dembe added.

Kate pondered while the others stuffed their faces until Raymond broke the approximate silence.

“Elizabeth and I will focus on figuring out who came after you. Dembe will be able to provide anything you need after he drops off Agnes.”

“So I can sit here bored all day? No, thank you. Dembe and I will take care of Agnes today; she will not be going to daycare. That will give me a chance to catch up with Dembe as well.”

Dembe nodded to show his approval of the plan.

After breakfast, Elizabeth called Mr Cooper. She let him know that she would be following up a lead on a threat to Reddington’s organization before coming in. He gave her the obligatory reply about the task force not being a personal errand squad, even though they both knew that was not wholly true.

***

Elizabeth and Raymond were met at the hospital by the same nurse who helped them get Kate to safety. She was just finishing her shift.

“Hi, remember us from last night?”

“Of course I do. How is Kate doing?”

“Wonderfully. She’s already up and walking around.”

“That's good to hear. What can I do for you?”

“We need to see any video feeds you have. It will help us identify who was after Kate.”

“Normally, it’s off limits. But since you’re FBI, I have to imagine it's okay.”

She took them to a small room with a rack of computers. There was a station set up with a program that let them choose whatever camera they wanted and adjust the time frame.

“You should have everything you need here. I won’t be around much longer, but I’ll let someone know the situation and instruct them to help you with anything you need.”

“Thanks, you’ve been a great help.”

The two of them sat down and started making their way through the mountain of data. Luckily, they knew roughly when the officers arrived.

It was boring work, but having each other there made it tolerable. They didn’t talk much at all, but being nearby made all of the difference for them both. While they intently watched the screens, Raymond allowed his hand to brush up against hers as it rested by the keyboard. They linked pinky fingers. It was a small gesture. Enough for the moment, but not enough to distract them.

They pinpointed the moment when the officers arrived. They zoomed in and got a clear image of one of their faces. Searching the feeds from the parking garage, they also found a clear image of the vehicle they arrived in. It was a blue SUV. Definitely not a law enforcement vehicle.

“Let's get this to the task force and see if we can get an ID.”

***

While Raymond and Elizabeth were searching the hospital footage, Kate and Dembe were caring for Agnes.

“Watching over her feels very familiar, Dembe. Thank you for indulging me.”

“It is no trouble at all.”

“Now that I have you alone, I want to ask you something, Dembe.”

“What is it?”

“Why do you work for a man like Raymond? You are such a kind and gentle soul. Surely, there is something better for you than this world of crime.”

“Kate, when Raymond found me, I had nothing. I'd been subjected to torture for years as a child. I had no hope. But he rescued me from that life. Educated me. Loved me. If I have a kind soul, it is only because he nurtured it. I stay not to repay a debt. I stay because he taught me that it is worth the effort to nurture another soul.”

“Was I this close with him?”

“It appeared so to me. He trusted you every bit as much as he trusts me.”

“Trusted? Did I betray that trust?”

“You made a very difficult choice for the right reasons when he wasn't able to. You were forced to choose between your loyalty to Elizabeth and your loyalty to Raymond.”

“I see. I won't ask any more. There's no need to ask you to betray him as well. Thank you for being open with me.”

She felt the scar on her head as she struggled to remember.

“I'm going to clean for a bit. I feel like it relaxes me. Afterward, let's take Agnes for a walk. Fresh air would do us both good.”

“I like that plan.”

She turned back to Agnes.

“You are safe. You are wise. You are loved. Remember that, little one.”

Kate went to the kitchen to tidy up everything from breakfast. It wasn't enough just to wash the dishes. She didn't stop until every stain on every surface was gone. Many had been there for years. For her, the job didn't feel complete until there wasn't a single trace that the kitchen had ever been used.

When she came back out, Dembe had just finished preparing Agnes for their walk. She was strapped to his chest in a carrier, looking as content as could be. They both smiled at Kate when she emerged from the kitchen. She couldn’t help but reciprocate and cock her head to the side just a bit. Dembe raised his elbow in an offer to escort her out the door, which she enthusiastically accepted.

Kate wasn’t really dressed for a walk. She wore a dress that belonged to Elizabeth. It fit her poorly, but it was far better than the hospital gown she woke up in. Dembe had been kind enough to grab something for her when he picked up supplies for Agnes the other night.

The day was beautiful as they walked down a well-manicured street toward a nearby park.

“You’re too kind, Dembe. Spending your day with me and the baby. I’m sure you have more exciting things you could be doing.”

“You are one of my closest friends, a friend that until yesterday I grieved for. If I had thought seeing you again was possible, I would have prayed for it daily. This day with you is the answer to a hundred prayers I felt were too far-fetched to even utter.”

“You, my friend, must have a flock of ladies chasing after you with words like that.”

As if on cue, a very attractive woman jogged past. Dembe hardly noticed her, but she had certainly noticed him. A very large African man escorting an older woman with a baby strapped to his chest was quite a novel sight. Under different circumstances, she definitely would have taken a moment to strike up a conversation. While Dembe was oblivious, Kate certainly noticed her noticing him.

“I’m sure you find plenty of attractive options to put your time into.”

They glanced at each other sideways and smiled.

“Raymond keeps me pretty busy.”

“So there’s no one special in your life right now?”

“I prefer to keep it that way. Work tends to follow me everywhere I go. I would hate to bring that kind of danger into someone else’s life.”

“That jogger we passed looked like she was in search of a little danger in her life.”

She softly elbowed Dembe in the ribs.

“I don’t know. I went out on a date with a runner recently. I’m not sure I’m in shape for that again. She did not tire easily. It was like she thought my pistol going off was the start of the race and not the end.”

Dembe looked as if he was reliving a trauma in his mind. Kate laughed at his misfortune.

“Runners are masters of pacing themselves. Pushing you along not too fast, not too slow. Giving you the opportunity to really enjoy yourself. You sure you don't want to chase her down?.”

“Nope, I learned that lesson well the first time. Though it sounds to me like you're pretty interested.”

“Oh please, I have far too much shame to be seen with someone thirty years younger than me. I'll leave that to you-know-who.”

They both giggled.

“This is nice, Kate. You wouldn’t have asked me things like this in the past or joked with me about them. I suspect it was the pressure of the job. It's good to see you relax and come out of your shell a bit.”

“That sounds right. When I was cleaning earlier, I couldn’t focus on anything else until it was done. I guess I tend to obsess over things. Maybe this chance to forget my burdens is a blessing.”

“You did carry a lot. You watched over Raymond constantly. Protecting him from dangers he did not appreciate. It was an endless job.”

Agnes had fallen asleep in the carrier.

“We should head back and get the baby down for a real nap. Thank you for walking with me.”

***

Elizabeth and Raymond were meeting with Cooper and Ressler.

“Someone is after my personal cleaner. I can assure you this is a top priority. Without her services, there would be a lot more that this task force would have to explain. I am a messy individual, Harold. She ensures that my messes do not become your messes. Now, we have an image and a license plate connected to a suspect. This should be relatively easy for you.”

“Have Aram look into it. He should be able to get the information you need.”

Aram was not at his workstation as usual. Elizabeth and Raymond left to find him before going to get some lunch. They had begun being less concerned about being seen together even though they still maintained a strictly professional appearance in public. Even so, they would not go out of their way to not be seen together. The post office was larger than she often remembered. She figured Aram was in the server room if he hadn’t left to get food himself.

It was a rather remote location relative to where they did most of their work. As they approached, they could hear the sounds of a scuffle. Elizabeth and Raymond both froze for a second as they drew their weapons. It was not the first time this secure site had been infiltrated. The enemy that was after Mr. Kaplan was proving to be extremely resourceful. They both approached carefully so as not to give away the element of surprise. Elizabeth peeked around the corner into the server room. All she could see was Samar’s head being held down against a table. She was straining to get up but was unable to get free. Over the struggle, she could hear voices.

“Give it to me. Don’t make me hurt you even more.”

Samar cried out in response.

Elizabeth stepped into the doorway with her gun drawn and immediately stepped back without being seen. She covered her mouth in shock as she backed away, quickly motioning for Raymond to follow.

“What is it?” he whispered.

The cries of struggle intensified.

It was Aram who was holding her down on the table. He had her arm pinned behind her back while his other hand held her head down to the table. They both had their pants around their ankles. Elizabeth shared what she saw with Raymond. He immediately started toward the door to confirm this rumor for himself, but Elizabeth grabbed his arm.

“Don’t you dare.”

“It sounds like he’s hurting her. Honestly, I didn’t think he had it in him.”

“Raymond, I can assure you, those are not the cries of someone who wants any assistance.”

Samar was no longer restraining her vocalizations, fully confident that no one other than Aram would ever come to the server room. The sound of grunting and furniture being pushed around carried down the previously empty hallway.

“We’ll call him after lunch then.”

“Yes. Now let’s get out of here before all of this noise gets me any more jealous. Samar is clearly having the time of her life.”

“Did you know he had that in him? I’m a pretty good judge of character, and I did not see this coming.”

They started walking back down the long hallway and couldn’t help but giggle like teenagers at what they overheard.

Raymond observed, “You know, it's always the reserved ones that are the wildest when you get them out of their shell. This one woman I know, a consummate professional. Best FBI profiler I've ever seen. But once you get her riled up enough in the bedroom, my god. She does the most amazing thing with her…”

Elizabeth stopped and punched him in the shoulder.

“If you say that out loud, I swear I will never do it again,” she said playfully.

“Understood. Although, we really should decide on a safe word before I get hurt. You’ve got quite a punch.”

She leaned in really close to his ear and whispered.

“If we do, does that mean I can be even rougher with you?”

Raymond swallowed hard.
“As rough as you like.”

It was a dangerous bluff to call, but how could he deny that mischievous gleam in her eye?

“For now, let me take you out to lunch. I know a great spot.”

Raymond volunteered to drive.

“Oh, a surprise?”

“Yeah, you’ll love it. You’ll leave so filled up, that you’ll just want to fall asleep.”

He drove only a few blocks before pulling up to a motel.

“Raymond, this isn’t a restaurant,” Elizabeth said suspiciously, even though she knew exactly where his mind was.

“That’s perfect, 'cause I wasn’t planning on serving you food.”

“I’ll be so filled up, I’ll want to fall asleep?”

“Just wait and see.”

Elizabeth wanted to be offended, but he had read her mood perfectly. Having so much passion thrown in her face minutes ago had placed her mind on a single track, a track she had intended to pursue later. But pursuing it now was so much better. So much naughtier. Why should Samar have all of the fun? The mischievous gleam returned to her eye.

Raymond ran in and procured a room and then moved the car over to it. They discreetly made their way inside and started kissing even before they got the door fully shut.

The room was pretty dark once the curtains were shut. They moved frantically to get their clothes off. Raymond pushed her up against the wall as they kissed, not giving her any room to retreat. Elizabeth loved the feeling of being trapped there. She fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, barely getting the last one open before he reclaimed what little space he left for her. With one hand, he unfastened his belt, and then he unfastened hers. He picked up her leg by her thigh and wrapped it around himself as he pressed her up against the wall even harder.

“Get these pants off of me, Raymond.”

“Yes, ma'am,” he replied as he carried her over to the bed before tossing her backward onto it.

He grabbed her pants by the heels and slid them down as she lay there waiting for him.

“Don’t stop there.”

As soon as he finished disrobing, he claimed her panties and tossed them across the room. Elizabeth smiled at his enthusiasm. He leaned down and kissed her again as he let his finger work its way down to her clitoris. This was the extent of his restraint. He stroked her slowly, though every fiber of him wanted to take her in that instant.

“God, that feels so good. I’m so glad we’re not in a restaurant right now.”

“I’m sure they would have kicked us out as soon as your pants came off.”

Elizabeth let out a laugh and a moan at the same time. The contractions from the laugh made her twitch against his fingers even more. Raymond increased his intensity in response.

“Don’t you dare make me cum before you fuck me.”

Raymond considered denying her request. The image of her trying her best to keep from cumming under his relentless efforts was enormously enticing to him. But he would save that for another day.

He climbed on top of her without any hesitation. It was a hollow relief for them both as he entered her. The sensation they had both been waiting for only made them want even more of it. It was not a relief at all. They chased after the satisfaction that only seemed to get farther away the harder they pushed toward it. He would not be denied, though.

“That’s it, Raymond. Just like that.”

He pounded against her with all he could muster. Surely, anyone passing by their door would have heard their bodies thumping against each other. Raymond could feel Elizabeth tensing up. She squealed as she did her best to hold in the exclamations fighting to escape her. She pulled him down against her. She embraced him tightly as her body finally gave her the release she needed.

Raymond eased up just slightly, allowing her to finish. She only relaxed for a few moments before her wits returned to her. She rolled Raymond off of her, to his surprise, and sat atop his legs.

“I was promised lunch,” she said before leaning down to take him into her mouth.

He did not protest at all. The slower pace and more delicate touch intensified everything for him. It took her only a matter of seconds to bring him to climax. She extracted every drop he had to give. Reveling in the way his body tensed and relaxed as she moved her tongue. The slightest movement elicited such a response. Now, much slower, she kept going, only stopping when he could receive no more pleasure from it.

She flopped on the bed next to him, totally spent.

“Thank you for that, Raymond. It would have been so hard to focus for the rest of the day. And who knows what craziness would have kept us apart tonight.”

“I think you’ve shown me more than enough appreciation.”

“God, I don’t think I've ever cum that fast. That has to be some kind of record.”

“I didn't realize it was supposed to be a race. You’ll never beat me next time.”

“You can cum as fast as you want, but you're not done until I'm done with you. I won’t stop no matter how much you beg me to, and I certainly will not be finishing up while you take a shower.”

“If you finish while I'm in the shower, it'll be because you're in there with me, and I’m not done with you.”

She snuggled up against him.

“Let's hop in the shower. I’ve had all I need… for now. But we need to get clean and back to work before anyone wonders why we were gone so long. I’ll text Aram real quick.”

“I’m sure they’re done by now. If not, I may take a hit to my self-esteem.”

Elizabeth sent Aram a text before hopping into the shower. A reply was waiting when she came out. They now had an address. The two of them looked each other over to make sure they were fully put back together. Raymond brushed her hair back from her face.

“Absolutely stunning.”

She blushed.

“Get it out of your system. We're about to go back to being coworkers.”

He kissed her one more time.

“I should be okay for a few hours now.”

“Good. We've got a suspect to question.

Chapter 4: The fourth chapter

Notes:

Sorry, it took so long to get the next chapter up. I took a break and worked on 2 other projects. One of which will be posted before long. Happy reading.

They immediately headed back to the post office to speak with Aram about what he found.

Aram was in a particularly good mood, no doubt due to his lunch meeting with Samar. Elizabeth wanted to tell him that his shirt wasn’t fully tucked in but opted not to draw attention to it.

“So, here’s what I found. The officer-”

He used his fingers to make air quotes as he said, officer.

“...you saw was a fake. His name is Ethan Meyers and I already texted you his address. He has a short criminal record. Mostly assault charges. Looks like he occasionally does some work for a Russian outfit.”

“Lagunov,” Raymond stated confidently.

“How did you know that?”

“I made a list of everyone who might want Mr. Kaplan dead. There was only one Russian on it.”

“Well, if you’re still interested, the vehicle is registered to a Piotr Lagunov. You should have everything you need, so I’ll get out of your way.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Aram, you’re not holding us down…I mean, holding us back. We couldn’t do much of anything without your support. We’ll call when we need anything else.”

“That was remarkably smooth, Lizzie,” Raymond whispered as they walked away.

“Shut it. I don’t want to hear another word. If you saw what I saw, you might have trouble holding it together, too.”

“I tried to sneak a peek, but you wouldn't let me.”

“Didn’t know you had a voyeur kink, Raymond. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

If there was anything that would expose their relationship to the rest of the task force, it would be the way they smiled when talking privately. Their chemistry always resulted in them being less on guard and responding on instinct. Luckily, they didn’t pass anyone on their way out of the building.

***

They arrived at the residence after a short car ride. The car they saw on the video was parked just down the street. Raymond approached it to verify the match. Upon confirmation, he took out a knife and slashed a rear tire.

“What the hell was that for?”

“I can already tell you that he’s gonna try to run. No one in this part of town will talk to the police. I’m just slowing him down a bit.”

“Fine, do what you think is best.”

“Best would be cutting the fuel line, but I’m not crawling under there in this suit.”
He straightened his lapel and brushed his sleeves off before slashing the opposite tire in the front.

 

It was a small apartment in a rougher part of town. As they ascended the stairs, they could hear all sorts of noise coming from various apartments. Arguments, a crying baby, loud TVs; the walls here were thin, and the construction barely up to code, if at all. Up on the third floor, they found the door that they sought. Elizabeth knocked. A man they recognized from the hospital opened the door and slammed it in their faces as soon as he saw them.

“FBI, freeze!”

Elizabeth kicked the door in as they both drew their weapons.

He was climbing out the window and down the fire escape at the front of the building.

Elizabeth and Raymond headed back down the stairs. They could see him closing his car door as they reached the street. They went straight to their own vehicle. He pulled out seconds before they did but failed to make the first turn. He clipped a utility pole, destroying the front wheel on that side.

“An ounce of prevention. Isn’t that what they say,” gloated Raymond.

“Credit where it's due. It was a good assessment and a well-executed plan.”

They exited their vehicle with guns trained on the suspect's door.

“Ethan Meyers, step out of the vehicle with your hands up. Slowly.”

He stuck both hands up into the air as he ungracefully stumbled out of the vehicle. Still woozy from the impact, he did his best to comply, eventually kneeling on the ground and allowing himself to be cuffed. They loaded him into their SUV to return him to the post office for questioning. Raymond had no intention of waiting to get the information he wanted.

“So what were you doing, impersonating an officer last night,” Raymond asked in a surprisingly polite tone.

“I, uh, can’t say that I know what you’re talking about.”

Raymond’s polite demeanor didn’t change, which made it all the more surprising when he punched him, leaving him with a bloody lip.

“Raymond, we can’t bring him in looking all beat up,” Elizabeth chastised him.

“Those marks were there from his unfortunate accident. I never touched him.” If Elizabeth hadn’t spent so much time with Raymond and actually seen the punch, she would have believed him.

Raymond punched him again, this time leaving him with a bloody nose.

“You really should have worn your seatbelt. It's a shame what that accident did to your face. Now, what were you doing at the hospital?”

“Ughh, We were sent to pick up some broad. The one on the news.” He spit blood that had collected in his mouth from his bloody lip.

“Excellent; see how much easier this is when you tell me what I want to know. Now, this next question is one I’m very eager to have an answer to. Where can I find Piotr?”

“I don’t know. I almost never see him. Most of my instructions come from others who work for him.”

“That’s not a good enough answer. I’m going to need more than that, or your life may be taking a very tragic turn in the very near future.”

“You guys are cops; you won’t hurt me. Punching is one thing, but you expect me to believe you might kill me? How dumb do you think I am?”

“Ethan, my friend, you have entirely misjudged the situation. I’ll do you the service of not answering your second question, but I absolutely expect you to believe I’ll kill you.”

Raymond drew the knife he used to slash the tires.

“You see, I’m not FBI. I’m not any sort of law enforcement at all. In fact, I’m wanted for more crimes than you could commit in a lifetime, in more countries than you’ve ever heard of.”

He placed the knife up against his cheek as he feigned cutting.

“I won’t hesitate to end you if you have no usefulness to me. Your life will end within minutes of leaving FBI custody. And as luck would have it, they can’t really hold you for very long since you weren’t able to complete the kidnapping. Funny, isn’t it? That not being guilty will be your death warrant. Life still surprises me sometimes.”

Raymond looked off into space as he genuinely pondered the irony, still looking polite and reasonable even though he was in the middle of threatening murder.

“So, what’s it gonna be?”

There was not the slightest hint of a bluff in Raymond’s eyes. The only thing stopping him from slitting the man's throat was the possibility of getting blood on a suit that he liked just a bit more than the many others like it that he owned. But his eyes showed no hint of even that.

“Ok. I have a phone number. I was supposed to call it once we finished the job.”

“Excellent. See, that wasn’t so difficult. You’ll give me that number, and now you can live out the rest of your natural life, however long that may be.”

Raymond took down the number.

“Elizabeth, if you would be so kind, could you drop me off before we return? It will take some time to procure a warrant and for Aram to track down the address, and I have some business that requires my attention. Anywhere will be fine; I can take a cab to where I need to go.”

“Business?” Elizabeth replied skeptically.

“Yes, business.”

“Am I going to regret letting you out of my sight?

“I am still committed to making you never regret anything.”

Elizabeth pulled over and let him out. Raymond donned his trademark hat and thanked Elizabeth.

“Call me when your business is complete.”

She said business with all the skepticism humanly possible to stuff into two syllables.

Conveniently, Elizabeth had dropped him off not far from the DMV. Raymond hailed a cab to travel the remaining few blocks to get there. If anyone could find out where Piotr could be found, it was Glen.

The DMV was the same as it always was: crowded and loud. The line moved at a snail's pace as a menagerie of interesting individuals crammed into the too closely placed together chairs.

After an eternity, it was finally Raymond’s turn. He walked through the pearly gates of Glen's office, convinced he had died of old age while waiting.

“Glen, I need your services again.”

“Can’t say I’ve ever seen you here when you didn’t.”

“Perhaps if this place wasn’t such a circus, I might actually visit on occasion just to see you.”

“Eh, you’re not wrong. I wouldn’t come here if I didn’t have to either. What can I do for you?”

“I need an address for a Piotr Lagunov.”

“That’s it? Just an address? Is that like the dog’s name or something? Or the name of his boat. Oooh, or a screen name he used in Second Life 20 years ago. Now, that would be a fun challenge.”

“Nope, that’s his–”

“Got it.”

Raymond was shocked by his efficiency. Glen scribbled it down on a sheet of paper for him.

“Glen, you are invaluable.”

“Just make sure you stop by just to say hi sometime. Now get out of the way; the line is even longer than when you came in.”

Once she was outside, Raymond called Dembe.

“I need to speak with Kate.”

Dembe put her on the phone.

“Kate, I believe I know who targeted you, and I have an address. I wanted to talk to you before I did anything. There is not much evidence tying them to the plot to abduct you, so the FBI will have limited options. I, however, do not have any limits. I will handle this however you would like me to.”

“Thank you for consulting me first, Raymond. I’m not comfortable ordering someone’s death in such a detached fashion. I don’t even know who it is or why they came after me. I would like to be there when you confront them.”

“That can be arranged. I am at the DMV. You and Dembe can pick me up there, and we will settle this. We can drop Agnes off at daycare on the way.”

“We’ll be there shortly.”

***

While Elizabeth was processing the suspect and tracking down an address for Piotr Lagunov, Raymond, Kate, and Dembe were on their way to his house.

“Kate, I can tell you why he is after you if you would like to know.”

“Yes, Raymond. Please enlighten me.”

“The reality is that he isn’t really even after you. It’s your sister.”

“I have a sister?”

“Yes, none of us have seen her in decades. She was forced into witness protection after testifying against Alexei Lagunov. We're about to pay a visit to his son? Piotr.”

“I see. So either I’m the only viable means of exacting revenge for his father, or he thinks I know where to find my sister. What’s her name, by the way?”

“It’s Maureen. I don’t know where she is, though, nor how to find her. We both set it up this way to keep her safe. Our world would only invite trouble for her.”

“That makes sense. I’m sure I wouldn’t have wanted her at risk because of me.”

The trio arrived at the house and went straight to the front door. It was a rather large home that sat on the shore of a lake. A large man answered the door.
Raymond greeted him.
“Hi, I’ve brought Kathryn Nemec here to meet with Mr. Lagunov. I was told that he wanted to see her.

“Wait here, please.”

As he turned and started closing the door, Dembe kicked it in, knocking him to the ground.

He bound his hands with a zip tie while Raymond kept his gun trained on his head, insisting on his silence. The man complied. Dembe rendered him unconscious with a blow to the head.

Kate was caught off guard. She knew Dembe was capable of violence, but at this point, the only memories she had of him were of the gentle soul who cooked breakfast and helped care for her and Agnes. It was almost as if he was a completely different person when he needed to be.

Kate stepped over the unconscious man as she entered the home. Being close to violence didn't bother her at all. It felt… familiar.

Piotr had heard the ruckus of the door being kicked in and was now at the top of the stairs, looking down at them. Raymond turned his gun on him.

“Who the hell are you,” he shouted from his perch, completely incensed that they had the audacity to enter his home in this fashion.

Kate responded before Raymond could. She walked to the front of the group as she drank in the experience.

“Funny, Piotr, I've been asking myself that same question a lot recently. You, on the other hand, should know exactly who I am since you sought me out.”

Kate thought she might feel compassion for this man as a human being, that she might regret having him killed. But in that moment, looking into his terrified eyes, she felt nothing at all as she started up the stairs toward him.

“The whole way over here, I tried to convince myself that your life could be spared. That there was another path forward from here. But knowing that after all these years, you're willing to kill me just to get to my sister, I can see no other way out of this for you.”

“You'll be signing your death warrant. My family will hunt you down no matter what it takes.”

“No, Piotr. I'm genuinely sorry, but it won't play out like that. I don't remember much, but I do remember how to erase every trace of our presence here. Not only will they not know it was me, they won't even know you were killed. Goodbye, Piotr. You should have let go of the past.”

She turned and started walking back down the stairs.

“Don't turn your back on me, you b–”
Raymond decided that his final words should be censored and chose not to let him finish that sentence. Kate had said her piece, and so he closed the final chapter on Piotr's life.

“Dembe, take care of the guy at the front door. I'll clean the mess.”

Kate seemed every bit like her old self. Stoic and completely focused on what must be done. Completely devoid of compassion for those who had reaped the rewards of their life choices.

“Have your memories returned?” Dembe asked. He could feel a glimmer of the person she once was in the way she spoke.

“I have work to do. That's all that's important right now.”

Raymond and Dembe followed her every order. In situations like this, it was Kate who was in charge. They knew to either be useful or leave the scene. Every shred of potential evidence was destroyed. They purged security tapes. They loaded the bodies into one of his cars, which Dembe took to dispose of. Kate made short work of the job.

“Take me home, Raymond; the work is done.”

Raymond and Kate rode back together while Dembe took one of Piotr’s vehicles to dispose of the bodies. The ride back was tense. Kate didn't wait long to start a conversation, though.

“Do you still feel like I betrayed you, Raymond?”

Raymond sighed.
“So you do remember.”

“I do remember something. Not everything, but deep down I always had my suspicions about what had happened. Sitting here right now, wondering if I could ever trust you again, I can’t help but wonder if this is how you felt about me.”

“I was wrong. I made the mistake that you told me a million times not to make. I was blinded by emotion. Ironically, I needed you to help me see that. But you were the one person I wouldn't listen to.”

“I guess if you can admit that you were wrong, I can as well. I thought you were the source of the danger in Elizabeth's life. But that danger persists even without you. She's chosen this world freely, and you are a shield for her in it.”

“You told Piotr that he should have let go of the past. Do you think that we can?”

Honestly, I don't know. But I'm too old not to try. Starting a new life without Elizabeth or Dembe, and you as well, is a depressing thought. I'm willing to move forward if you are.

I feel the same. No one can replace you, Kate. And I'm bound to do something stupid without your counsel.

Raymond reached over and took her hand. There was still a lot of healing left to do, but this was a big step in the right direction. He held her hand the rest of the way home.

***

They walked into a dark living room. It was still daylight outside but all of the curtains had been closed. A light came on as they stepped inside, revealing Madeline Pratt sitting in the armchair like a spider tending the web she had carefully woven.

“Raymond, I can see why you wait for people in their own homes and startle them as they walk in. I had never tried it until now. Definitely worth the reaction if you have the patience for it.”

She had a gun pointed in their direction.

“Don’t just stand there looking confused, Sweetheart; shut the door and have a seat.”

Raymond closed the door as requested.

“Madeline, what are you doing here?”

“That’s no way to greet an old friend. Especially one who you stood up and lied to.”

“Madeline, I…”

“I waited for you, Red, and you never showed. And when I finally track you down again, you feed me some bullshit sob story about your dead family.”

“Considering you had me abducted and auctioned off to be murdered, I’d say cutting ties with you was the right choice. The lie was mainly to spare your feelings.”

“But was it your choice? You were the one who asked me to run away with you. I spent years wondering why you never showed up, and then you told me about your family. And honestly, I felt better about the whole thing. Until I checked and found no record of any murder like you described on that date. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what happened. There’s only one reason you’d lie to me about it. And that’s to protect someone.”

“Oh, Madeline. You’re the second person today who’s likely to be destroyed because they couldn’t let go of the past,” Kate added.

“I suspect you mean Piotr. He didn’t care about you in the least until I talked him into it. I figured he could take care of you for me, but he was as inept as he was stupid. The world is better off without him.”

“So you were the one after Kate?”

“Yes, Raymond. It was me. I remember how things were between us. I know you only walked out because she asked you to do it. No one else could have changed your mind.”

“Madeline, you’re a disease. You would have infected him and destroyed everything he had built and could have become. And you know as well as I do that you would have discarded as soon as you were done. He asked me to help him protect Elizabeth. I just reminded him that there was no way he could do that while attached to you.”

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, dear. Raymond, I’ve been around the world over the years and I’ve never met another man whom I respected, let alone one I could work with. I didn’t appreciate how rare of a find you were.”

“Madeline, our time has passed. I’ll remember parts of it very fondly, but there isn’t a future for us. Hurting Kate or anyone else won’t change that.”

“You see, I’m not so sure. You’ve got your little family here, and the only future you can see is with them. If they weren’t around, I think you might see a future with me differently.”

“Madeline, if you hurt anyone, I care about it; you will regret it in ways I cannot even describe.”
Raymond’s eyes burned into her soul as he said those words. She knew he meant it but at the same time, could not help but be entranced by the passion with which he spoke.

“There’s that passion I’ve missed. You know, I tempted to hurt someone a little just to see what you’d do to me.”

She stood up and walked over to him slowly.

“Would you tie me up? Spank me? Pull my hair till I beg you to stop? Have your way with me, over and over? No, you’re too busy playing house. I’m not going to take your precious cleaner from you. Doing that would turn you against me forever. But I’m not going away, Raymond. I’ve got plans for us, so you’re stuck with me.“

She lightly bit his ear and tugged just the slightest bit while she grabbed his upper thigh.

“See you soon.”

She left out the front door, confident that he wouldn’t follow.

“You should shoot her now, Raymond,” Kate whispered.

“I know, but I don’t think I can.”

“Well, then we need to start preparing. This will be a different kind of war than you’re used to.

Chapter 5: The chapter after the one before this one

Summary:

Red, Liz, Kate and Dembe make plans for dealing with Madeline. A little fluff, smut, and suspense before things get real.

Notes:

I got distracted with another fanfic and took longer than I planned getting this next chapter up. Thanks for being patient. Also, forgive my stupid titles, I'm rebelling against having to think up thoughtful ones.

Kate called Elizabeth while Raymond processed what had just happened.

“Elizabeth. It's Kate, everyone is safe, but we need you at the house.”

Elizabeth could tell from the cadence of her voice that at least some of her old self had returned. The kind ignorance in her voice was gone, replaced by a far more confident and direct tone.

“We're about to raid Lagunov's place.”

“I'm sure the rest of the team can handle it without you. Raymond needs you to help with strategy. There's been a development.”

“OK, I'll be there as soon as I can.”

Kate hung up the phone.

“Raymond, we should move to a new location since she knows we're here.”

“That would be a wise move, but I think we should stay.”

“Can you explain?”

“We could disappear like we've done in the past, but I won't give her the satisfaction of disrupting our lives. ”

“I suppose you're right. Better to harden our defenses here then.”

“Precisely.”

Dembe walked in with Agnes. He immediately knew something was wrong from the looks of concern on their faces.

“What has happened?”

Kate filled him in while Raymond continued to ponder how best to respond to the new circumstances.

“Madeline Pratt has returned. She was waiting for us here at the house. It turns out she was using Lagunov to get at me for my role in keeping her and Raymond apart. We aren’t sure what she’s planning, but we’re certain that she isn’t giving up.”

Raymond finished thinking and rejoined the discussion.

“Madeline is crafty and ruthless, but she’s all alone. We have built an empire. We are far more capable than she is.”

“But there’s is one thing that you always forget when dealing with her,” Kate added.

“And what’s that?”

“She knows how to manipulate you, Raymond. Remember how she lured you into the King family trap? Or the bait and switch she pulled on you to get the Effigy of Atargatis? And let's not forget the strip poker game. Face it, Raymond. I have only ever known you to have two weaknesses, and she’s the other one.”

“Well, what do you suggest then?”

“I suggest we turn the tables on her with some manipulation of our own. She wants attention, so let's starve her of it. She’ll get desperate, then sloppy, then she’s ours.”

“Sound’s like the kind of plan I would have suggested if I were thinking clearly.”

“It should, I’ve seen you run this play a thousand times.”

“Then it's settled. We conduct business as usual. Madeline is nowhere on our radar. Does this mean you intend to stay, Kate?”

“For now, yes. I’m still regaining my sense of belonging in my own life, but I do not intend to change anything for the time being. Although, I would like to go shopping today since I don't have any clothes of my own. Perhaps Dembe would be so kind as to take me. We can bring Agnes along, and you can help Elizabeth wrap up the Lagunov case.”

“I would be happy to, Kate.” Dembe smiled at the prospect of escaping the world of crime to spend a day with a dear friend. They were gone by the time Elizabeth returned.

“So what’s going on?”

“Lizzie, it was Madeline Pratt who was after Kate. She thinks that Kate kept us apart and wanted revenge. She was using Lagunov to do the dirty work.”

“Seems pretty on-brand for that manipulative bitch. I still owe her for screwing me over at the Syrian Embassy.”

“This may be difficult for us both, but I plan to ignore anything she does, and you should as well. Our plan is to not be manipulated until she screws up. She intends to push our buttons. And she will push them mercilessly, but don’t let her win. She may be counting on our reactions to implement her designs.”

He gave Elizabeth a look that she had only seen a few times. A look of concern and sincerity.

“Lizzie, it's you that I love. Don’t let her make you believe anything contrary to that. I’ve been happier with you than at any other time in my life. She has nothing to offer me.”

“You’ve always been honest with me. I trust you completely, Raymond.”

She kissed him, placing both hands on the sides of his face. Leaving her forehead resting against his after their lips separated. Without moving apart, she asked, “What’s our plan?”

“We go on with our lives, doing exactly what we would do if she had never shown her face.”

“I can do that.”

“Do you want to join the rest of the task force at the Lagunov manor?”

“Wouldn’t that be a waste of time since you guys have already been there?”

Raymond wondered how she figured it until she smiled. He realized that she hadn’t known until he had reacted the way he did.

“Well played, master profiler, well played.”

Raymond loved that she was capable of outsmarting him. It made it all the more enjoyable when he was able to surprise her.

“Would you like Agnes and I to stay here with you? Or would you like to stay at the Audrey, with us?”

“I think we should all stay here.”

“Ok, then I need to pick up some things from home. Care to come along?”

“I’d love to.”

Elizabeth and Raymond enjoyed a little bit of quiet time together. At the house, Elizabeth packed a bag with enough clothes for a week or so. She darted from room to room, grabbing various items for Agnes as well. While she was out of the bedroom, Raymond made sure to grab the crystal toy he had purchased for her not long ago and hid it in his jacket pocket. Ever since he purchased it, he had been hoping for a chance to use it on her, but they were usually too fired up to bother with extra bells and whistles.

On the way back, they received a text from Dembe. It just said, “Getting glasses, too, will be a while.”

“Poor Dembe.” Elizabeth genuinely felt sorry for him.

“He’s fine. Shopping trips with me are easily five times as long as they are with Kate. He’s probably ecstatic over the length of the trip.”

“You know, that makes perfect sense.”

“Good tailoring takes time and is worth every cent.”

“You’ll get no argument from me as long as I'm not the one waiting on you. That suit does look pretty damn good on you today.”

“At least until someone got it all wrinkled around lunchtime.”

“As I recall, that whole operation was your idea.”

“And a damn good idea it was. I did not hear one complaint at the time.”

Elizabeth glared at him playfully, knowing how enthusiastic she was earlier.

“Let’s check the transcript, shall we.”
Raymond pretended to read an imaginary piece of paper. Following the invisible words with his finger. Before continuing in his most monotonous and impassionate voice.

“Then you said, oh God, Raymond, don’t stop. I’ve never cum this hard before in my life. You are the best. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck etc etc.”

“I’m not sure I believe that’s an accurate recording. I may have said of fuck. Possibly even twice, but no man has ever gotten a triple oh fuck out of me. You must think you’re pretty amazing.”

“Challenge accepted.”

“Oh fuck.”

He gave her the mischievous look that he often gave her. The one that betrayed his thoughts. The one that would usually get her to return a similar gaze. They stared at each other as if allowing things to play out in their minds. The light turned green, and she had to break eye contact.

“Dembe, Kate, and Agnes will be late,” Raymond reminded her.

“Aren’t you a little tired from lunch?”

“I am, but I never back down from a challenge. And how often will we have an empty house.”

Elizabeth was already driving faster, though she hadn’t even noticed.

“I don’t know. You’re tired, and I don’t want to get all worked up only to have you be too tired to do the job right.”

“Keep pushing me and see what happens. I’ve got quite the punishment, I mean surprise, in store for you.”

They pulled up to the house, and Elizabeth raced inside.

“I’ll be upstairs; you get the bags.”

Raymond obliged. When he arrived upstairs, she had already undressed down to just her panties and put on a robe.

Raymond said nothing and walked right up to her. He placed a single finger sideways under her chin to bring her in for a kiss. Her lips tasted sweet. It was a familiar taste but it still had the same effect it always had. He could not get enough of her.

“Have a seat on the bed, dear.”

She walked over and sat down, waiting for him. Meanwhile he had walked over to the pile of clothes she had taken off. In the back pocket of the pants she had worn, he found what he was looking for. A pair of handcuffs.

“Do you have the keys for these?”

“Yes, but I’m not sure about this.”

“Take off the robe and lay down with your hands above your head.” His voice was forceful but kind. She couldn’t disobey if she wanted to.

He slowly and deliberately placed a cuff on each wrist after looping them through the elaborate metal of the headboard.

Elizabeth’s heart was racing. He had barely touched her, and her body was going wild. She didn’t know what he was going to do next or what she would do if she didn’t like where this went. He neatly placed his jacket over a nearby chair and approached the bed, deliberately taking his time. He sat next to her and leaned down. With one hand, he cupped her perfect breast as he brought his mouth to it. It was something he had done plenty of times before, but this time was different. Not being able to move heightened the sensation. She struggled against the bonds, knowing she couldn’t escape but unconsciously testing the restriction.

He patiently gave her breasts equal attention. Caressing one as he gently sucked on the other, and then switching sides. He could tell she wanted more. Her knees, which had been up, had now fallen outward, inviting him to pleasure her even more.

“You might be ready for the surprise now.”

Elizabeth was barely able to speak. She waited with anticipation as he disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a towel.

“Just in case things get messy.”

Elizabeth’s level of concern began to increase in the best possible way. Tension filled her body as she wondered what he would do to her. He placed the towel underneath her.

He went to his jacket and retrieved the crystal toy he had just stolen from her room. Her eyes grew wide when she realized what it was.

“Raymond?”

He didn’t answer. He just continued toward her.

“Raymond, go easy on me.”

Again, no answer. He wielded uncertainly like a tool. Using it to play with her. Creating anticipation to heighten her experience. He just sat down beside her again.

This time he began to rub the smooth glass over her panties. It slid easily over the soft pink fabric. She raised her hips each time it passed in an attempt to get more of the sensation. She purred as Raymond toyed with her. She closed her eyes and just allowed herself to feel. Raymond purposefully moved slowly. He wanted to drive her wild with frustration, making her want more than he was giving her.

Raymond slid the toy beneath the waistband, letting her feel the cool glass against her skin. Intentionally getting close to, but not letting it slip inside of her. With each pass, it got closer and closer but never gave her the sensation she was dying for. She wished she could just use her fingers and do it herself, but the cuffs would not allow it.

Raymond slid her panties off. They restricted the toy's movement and his vision far more than he could tolerate. He took a minute to admire the curves of her body that were too often covered or that he was too horny to fully appreciate when they weren’t.

Elizabeth was desperate for more. She never thought she could enjoy frustration. She'd been frustrated plenty of times before. She wondered why was it intoxicating her now.

“Please, Raymond, I need more.”

“I think you've been a good girl. Perhaps you do deserve more.”

He moved to the end of the bed and let his tongue give her the treat they both felt she deserved. She squeezed his head between her thighs as he sparked new waves of pleasure in her. It was the only freedom he had left her with. He could hear her arms struggling against the cuffs. Her hips rocked rhythmically against each motion of his tongue. He hummed, showing just how much he was enjoying her. She had incorrectly assumed that all of the enjoyment was going to be hers.

He gradually pulled himself away leaving her desperate for his return. He had other plans. He slowly inserted the glass toy into her. Its cool, hard texture was so different from what she just felt. So good in a completely different way. It was a form of relief for her after all the waiting.

Slowly at first, he began to work it in and out of her. There was no hurry here. The curvature of the toy put pressure on a spot that didn't normally receive much stimulation.

She grabbed the headboard as best she could so that she could push herself against it.

“That's it, Lizzie. I can tell you're getting close.”

She barely noticed that he said anything. Her sole focus was on finishing what he had started. Her moans were increasing in pitch. Raymond used this tool expertly to apply just enough pressure to her G-spot. He couldn’t spot himself from sucking on her nipples as she writhed around under his stimulation.

“Raymond, don't make me do it.”

“Lizzie, don’t you dare hold back.”

She couldn't stop pushing against Raymond's strokes with the toy. She was no longer in control. Her body decided each movement now.

“Please, Raymond.”

Her voice was even higher now and full of desperation as he felt her muscles tensing up. He increased his pace as she matched it.

All of the moans had been replaced by grunts and profanity.
“God fucking dammit Raymond. I'm gonna… oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.” The last one was barely discernible by human ears, but Raymond heard it for sure. He continued working to toy as she squirted. He could feel the steam on his arm, though the towel took the brunt of it.

Elizabeth struggled to catch her breath as Raymond continued to work the toy as slowly as he could. He wouldn’t stop until she had enjoyed every aftershock. He caressed her face with his other hand, admiring her, sweat and all.

“You are exquisite, Elizabeth.”

She convulsed one last time as the last of the orgasm passed through her.

“Oh God, that was intense. Lie down with me, please, Raymond.”

Her breathing was still exaggerated as she tried to calm herself. Raymond was more than happy to lie with her. He kissed her cheek and caressed her stomach as she came back down. There weren't any words needed. Everything was perfect. She didn't even care about being cuffed anymore. Regardless, he let her out, and they lay there in silence as he held her. It was no longer about the challenge or his ego. There was just closeness, and it was all either of them wanted in that moment.

Neither knew how long they lay there before he started a shower for them. Things had gotten a bit messy but neither of them wanted things to have gone any differently.

About an hour later, Kate and Dembe had returned. The found-family enjoyed a meal together as everyone admired Kate's new clothes and glasses. It was a nice break from the usual stress of their lives. A break that wouldn't last very long. A text was waiting for Raymond. Someone he had wanted to meet for a long time was recently spotted in town. It was their next blacklister: Fate.

Notes:

As always, comments and more than welcome. I'd love to hear what you guys would like to see. Or what you particularly liked or disliked.

Chapter 6: x, where x equals 1 more than the previous chapter's number

Summary:

The pursuit of the blacklister, Fate, begins

The day began much like the previous one. Dembe was up first and prepared breakfast for everyone while Raymond kept him company as he read the paper. However, once Elizabeth was out of bed, he put the paper down and began setting the table for everyone. He made sure there was a cup of coffee for Elizabeth before she reached the table.

“Dembe. I don’t know what you’re making, but I’m going to need a ton of it. It smells amazing.”

“Good morning, Elizabeth. It's just biscuits and gravy. There will be plenty, so take as much as you like.”

She kissed Raymond good morning before sitting down in front of the coffee he had set out for her. It wasn’t lost on her that he always made sure there was coffee waiting for her when she got up.

Kate came down not long after. The smell of fresh biscuits downstairs made it impossible to get any more sleep. But they also promised quite a reward for starting the day.

“I trust everyone slept well?” Raymond asked.

Kate was the only one to answer.
“Quite well, actually. I’d certainly still be in bed if not for the smell of breakfast.”

Dembe emerged from the kitchen with a plate of biscuits. No one hesitated to grab one as soon as the plate hit the table.

Elizabeth bit down into one, suppressing the urge to moan as she chewed. Had she been alone, it certainly would have come out. The buttery flavor and soft, doughy texture were just too much.

Once everyone had food, Raymond spoke up.
“Now that you’re all here, I want to share something. We have a golden opportunity on our hands at the moment. It seems Fate is in our corner.”

“Has Madeline messed up somehow?” Elizabeth asked as she covered her mouth, which was still full of biscuit.

“No, I mean Fate, the blacklister, has resurfaced and may be in town. This likely has nothing to do with Madeline.”

“You’ll have to forgive me for not knowing who that is,” Elizabeth responded with her mouth still full. Again, she covered it to be polite but in no way believed this blacklister was worth waiting any longer for more of her biscuit.

“Some believe that Fate is a myth, but I know for a fact that they are real. This person extracts exorbitant amounts of money by betting on unlikely outcomes. And, as if fate intervened, they play out in their favor way more often than should happen statistically. No one knows how they are able to pull this off, it may not even be illegal for all we know. But I can’t think of any other way it would be possible than to rig the contest. I’ve always wanted to meet this person and find out how they are able to do it.”

“Interesting. So this person is somewhere in DC now?”

“That’s what my sources say. There is a youth tennis tournament happening this week. The winner will play a match against the current world number one player at the end. It's largely an exhibition. However, someone has placed a bet of $1,000 on the junior player to win that match. With the current odds, that bet will payout about $250,000. No one has bet more than $5 on the junior except this one person.”

“Are you saying we should bet on the junior right now and retire?”

“The knowledge of how this person is able to accomplish this without raising any suspicion is far more valuable than what we would win. We need to find them.”

“We can get the task force on it. But not before I have a few more biscuits and gravy.”
Elizabeth shoved another bite into her mouth.

***

Elizabeth and Raymond arrived at the post office early. Only Cooper and Aram were there to meet them.

“How did the raid at Lagunov’s place go yesterday?” Elizabeth asked.

Mr Cooper's face showed his disappointment before he spoke.
“There was nothing. And by nothing, I mean less than the usual nothing. The site had been professionally cleaned. The only clue left was a small dent in the front door. Possibly from a forced entry or possibly wear and tear from years ago. We’ll keep an eye on the location to see if anyone returns, but you know as well as I do what it means when a site is that clean.”

“Someone got to him before we did,” Elizabeth suggested.

“You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Mr. Reddington?”

“Huh? Oh, I was just admiring the background image on Aram’s computer. I’m pretty sure I’ve been to that beach. That little hut over there in the corner serves the best mai tais. These absolutely gorgeous island girls bring them to you in a coconut with a little umbrella.”

The deflection was crystal clear to Cooper. It was Red’s classic method of answering the question while allowing everyone plausible deniability. Cooper did not pursue the question any further.

“While I’ve got your attention, Harold, there is a person who may be of interest to the task force. A gambler with a penchant for bets with long odds. Normally not a thing to merit the FBI’s attention, but this particular gambler has a remarkable track record of winning with these long odds. I suspect there is more going on than just luck.”

“I can’t devote a lot of resources to this on what you’ve given me. Find some evidence of a crime, and you’ll have my full backing. So for now, you and Agent Keen can pursue the lead and see what you find.”

Aram couldn’t help but overhear.
“So you guys are tracking down a mysterious gambler? Let me know if you find out what they are betting on.”

“According to Reddington’s source, they placed a bet for the junior tennis champ to beat the world number one in the exhibition match.”

Aram immediately started typing at his workstation.
“Let’s see, with the current odds, if I were to bet $100… I would take home… holy shit, $25,000. I should make this bet, right?”

“That's up to you, Aram. It is just a rumor, after all.”

Raymond joined the conversation only to leave it.
“I’m going to check on some things and see if I can find out more information. Elizabeth, you should stay here and try the more traditional sources.”

“That sounds good.”

Raymond left, leaving Aram and Elizabeth alone in the room. Cooper had returned to his office.

“So, Aram, any progress with Samar?” She did her best to pretend that she didn’t know there was some definite progress.

“I don’t want to say too much, but we have been spending a lot more time together. I can’t thank you enough for your advice. I’ve learned some things about myself in the process.”

“Glad to hear it's going well. I’ve been rooting for you guys for a while. I’ll let you get back to work, but sooner or later, I want details. Juicy details.”

“Sure thing. I just need to know what she’s comfortable sharing first.”

“That’s a good choice; you really are a great match for her.”

 

***

 

Meanwhile, Raymond took this opportunity to check in on the empire he had built. Most of it required little input from him. He was supported by a loyal and competent team of experts. Only significant decisions merited his direct input, but occasional appearances kept morale and productivity high.

In this instance he checked in with his money launderers. They all sat up in their chairs when he walked in and took off his hat.

“Mr. Reddington, I trust everything is OK? It's not often we have the pleasure of a personal meeting.”

“Everything is great. I'm actually here looking for information.”

The money launderers were always on the lookout for chances to process ill-gotten gains into legitimate ventures. They were perpetually up to date on events and opportunities.

“What is it that we can help you with?”

“I want to know if there is any sort of gambling event going on before the tennis tournament this Sunday.”

“Well, there is an underground casino that will be open on Saturday night. Is that the kind of event you’re looking for?”

“That’s exactly what I’m looking for. I assume it will be pretty high stakes?”

“It’s a $10,000 chip buy-in to walk in the door. The stakes should be pretty high.”

“Excellent. Once again, you guys have proven to be more than valuable to this organization. Text me the details.”

Raymond texted Elizabeth as he left.
“-I’ve got a lead on Fate. You’ll need an evening gown for this event on Saturday. Take Kate shopping with you. Spend as much as you like. -”

 

***

Saturday evening finally arrived. It was technically business, but Elizabeth still looked forward to the chance to go out with Raymond as if it were a date. He waited for her downstairs as she got dressed upstairs. He was already prepped and ready to go in his tuxedo, which wasn’t drastically different from his normal look.

Dembe waited in the living room with him, keeping Agnes occupied, while Kate helped Elizabeth get dressed.

“Are we all set,” Elizabeth asked as she reached the top of the stairs.

“I’m ready when you…”
Raymond lost his train of thought when his eyes reached the top of the stairs. He noticed how beautiful she was every day. Her flawless skin and alluring curves were never far from his conscious thought, but what he saw before him now far exceeded even his wildest fantasies about her. Her hair was up, held in place by crystal studded pins that made her appear to be surrounded by stars as the light played off of them. Her long green evening gown sparkled as well. It hugged her form in all the ways that Raymond wished he could at that moment. His eyes could not leave her as she descended the stairs so gracefully that it appeared she was floating.

“Elizabeth, I have never in my life seen anything approaching your beauty.”
He extended his hand for her to take as she reached the bottom stair. She couldn’t help but smile. The sincerity with which he spoke made her question whether he was being hyperbolic or not. She reached out to take his arm, blushing just enough for him to notice.

From the top of the stairs, Kate smiled like a proud parent seeing her daughter off to the prom. She wasn’t a fan of her having a relationship with Raymond but couldn’t argue with how happy Elizabeth was around him. And he really did intend to protect with every resource he had. Perhaps this was the best possible arrangement for both of them.

“Don’t wait up,” Elizabeth called back as they headed out.

***

The party was at an enormous estate just outside of the city. The grounds were beautifully manicured, with a fountain adorning the middle of the circular driveway. A valet took the car for them as they arrived. There was significant security, as one might expect with such high-stakes games. They were searched for weapons at the front door and allowed to enter once Raymond paid the $20,000 for the chips for both of them.

Inside was quite a glamorous atmosphere. There were tables with all manner of casino games. Waiters and waitresses handed out drinks freely as people mingled and frittered away their chips as if they had no real value.

“Do you have a favorite game, Lizzie?”

“I at least know how to play blackjack.”

“Let’s start there then.”

Elizabeth found an empty seat at a table and put a few chips down. Her first cards were a king and a queen, which she found symbolic. Raymond stood behind her supportively.

“I’ll stay,” she said confidently.

The deal drew a card and busted. She and a few others at the table all collected winnings.

“Is it really this easy, Raymond?”

“Well, yes, but statistically, you’ll lose a little more than you win. So don’t get too used to it.”

“Have you considered the possibility that maybe I’m luckier than most?”

“In this relationship, my dear, I’m the lucky one.”

That line got Elizabeth a couple of jealous glares from women standing close enough to overhear. She definitely noticed but did her best not to let it show. She kissed Raymond as the dealer dealt new cards.

“I’m going to check out the craps table. Remember to keep an eye out. You’re not just here to develop a new addiction.”

“I’ll keep an eye out if you make sure you have some fun.”

Raymond smiled to indicate that he would consider it before turning to walk away. He had a suspicion that the craps table would be the place to find a master gambler. It was a game with much higher payouts and far lower odds than blackjack.

Raymond placed a bet to better blend in. He placed a chip down on the pass line. It was an easy bet to win consistently, though the odds were slightly in the house's favor over a large number of bets.

Everyone at the table was making very traditional bets, with one exception. Raymond noticed an older woman at the table who bet very inconsistently. He surmised that she was in her 50s. She was dressed rather plainly, though not inappropriately for the occasion. While the other women in the room sparkled with diamonds and crystal woven into their gowns, she opted for a relatively plain dress. It was cut flatteringly but otherwise attracted little attention.

“A perfect choice of attire to remain unnoticed,” he thought to himself.

She placed obscure bets every so many rolls of the dice, and she had a very large stack of chips to show for it. After watching for a while, Raymond noticed a pattern. She only bet after the roller rolled a seven. Raymond surmised that she was using that fact to improve her odds. Perhaps knowing the configuration of the dice when the roller picked them up was the secret, improving the chances of rolling certain numbers.

He decided to test his theory. The next time a seven came up, he immediately declared a bet on five. The mystery woman noticed and met his eye contact. She had intended to make the same bet but opted not to now. The roll came up four. Close but not quite a match. The woman had gathered her chips and was leaving the table. Before going, she inconspicuously passed by Raymond. As she passed, she whispered, “Meet me downstairs. The last room is on the left. Five minutes.”

She also slipped something into his pocket. He knew better than to immediately pull it out to investigate. Instead, he nodded without removing his attention from the betting. The woman disappeared into the crowd. Raymond made three more bets before he gathered his chips as well and made his way back to Elizabeth. She was having a great time and appeared to be up a sizable amount.

“Nice work, Lizzie. Looks like you are naturally lucky.”

“What about you? Any luck?”

“Definitely. I’m about to follow up on a lead downstairs. I shouldn’t be long.”

“Be safe.”

“For you, anything.”

There wasn’t any security guarding the door. Staff often used the stairs to transport various things. No one paid any attention to Raymond as he slipped through.

Downstairs, he found a long, sterile hallway. The rooms on either side were full of furniture, likely the furnishings from upstairs that were in the way of the party. The last door on the left didn’t appear any different.

As Raymond entered the room, the door automatically closed behind him. He was surprised to find Madeline waiting for him there and not Fate, though he mused that it must be fate that he would run into her again so soon.

“It's good to see you again, Raymond.”

“I must be getting past my prime. Years ago, I would have smelled this ruse a mile away.”

“Or maybe domestic life has dulled your killer instinct. Have you given any more thought to my proposition? We’d make quite the power couple.”

“Honestly, no. I haven’t. It didn’t cross my mind at all after you left the other day.”

“I’d be hurt if I didn’t know that was a lie. Why so cruel?”

She walked over to him and placed her hand on his chest as she softly spoke into his ear.

“You know, I’m not a monster. I know you care for Elizabeth. You could still fuck her while you’re with me. I wouldn’t mind.”

She walked around him, dragging a finger across his chest as she walked.

“She is pretty cute; who knows, I might join in on occasion. Do you remember that waitress we took back to our room in Monaco? Who am I kidding? Of course, you remember.”

Raymond tried hard not to react. He was disciplined, but Madeline could detect the smallest signals and knew it was a fond memory. Plus, some reactions just can’t be suppressed. She clutched his thigh.

“When was the last time you had a night like that? I bet it's been ages. That’s why you need me.”

“Madeline, you’re right. It was a fun time, but there is more to my life now than frivolous pursuit of pleasure.”

“What then? The pursuit of mediocrity? I won’t keep offering Raymond. One day, you’ll look back at this moment and realize what you missed out on. You’ll be fucking Elizabeth again missionary style on your bed in the suburbs, completely unstimulated mentally. Bored out of your mind. Craving something new, something wild. But you won’t find it because you let it get away. But, join up with me, and I can promise you stimulation you can’t even imagine, mental and physical. Don’t you want to hear about the job I have for us?”

“I’m leaving, Madeline.”

Raymond turned and found that the door only opened from the other side.

“Sorry, Hun, you’re stuck with me for a bit. I instructed everyone not to bother us for a while just in case things went… differently. You’ll find there isn’t much cell signal here either.”

“Elizabeth will come looking for me if I’m not back soon.”

“Ooh, that might be a bit awkward. I had no intention of just sitting here and waiting. Seeing you in that tux has gotten me a bit… worked up. You wore one just like it in Monaco.”

“You can’t possibly think I would do anything with you right now.”

“You don’t have to participate if you don’t want to, but I do intend to get off. You’re welcome to watch or help out; it's up to you. But just having you here will make this pretty exciting for me.”

Raymond watched as she sat down on a chaise across the room. She leaned back into it with one leg up and the other still on the floor. She kept her eyes on him.
“There’s plenty of room on here. No need to stay so far away.”

She carefully positioned herself so that Raymond would be able to see her every movement. She lifted her evening gown just enough so that Raymond could see that she wore no panties through the slit that ran up her leg. He turned away, refusing to watch what he knew was coming next. He stood facing the door while Madeline began to pleasure herself.

“Mmmmm, Raymond, are you sure you don’t want to participate? You were always so good with your hands.”

He ignored her, opting to pound on the door instead. Madeline moaned louder as the sensation of pleasure grew. She wanted to be heard. She knew he enjoyed hearing it even though he did everything he could to hide that fact.

Raymond’s blood was on fire. The sounds she made did excite him as much as he tried to ignore them. He hated Madeline for what she was doing. She knew how to push his buttons like no one else and was shameless enough to push them ruthlessly. He wouldn’t dare touch her or even look at her, but he couldn’t deny that there was a part of him that wanted to fuck her hard enough to break that sofa. But even more, he just wanted to get out of that situation.

She moaned his name over and over.
“God, you’ve got me so wet, Raymond.”
Her fingers plunged in easily. Over and over. She was as sexy as she was cruel.

Madeline was obviously nearing climax. She switched to a circular rubbing motion. From her breathing, Raymond could tell that her pace was quickening. He did his best to distance himself from what was going on, but it was impossible to ignore and impossible not to feel something.

“Look at me, Raymond. I could be yours. I’m…cumming for you.”
She struggled to talk as her voice wavered.

Elizabeth burst into the room just as Madeline was reaching her peak. Confused, Elizabeth looked around the room, trying to figure out what the Hell was happening. She had heard the moaning and banging on the door. She was relieved to see Raymond as far away from Madeline as he could possibly have been. She reached for the gun that she forgot she was not carrying.

“Madeline, if you lay a hand on-”

“One… second… dear,” she interrupted with a grunt as she shook from the last of her orgasm. Elizabeth couldn’t help but watch the last few convulsions pass through her body. The novelty of the situation made it tough to look away. Madeline struggled to catch her breath and straightened her dress.

”You have either got the worst timing or the best. I’m not sure, but it was kind of hot having you walk in right at the end there.”
A sly smile crossed Madeline’s face.

“Madeline, I will personally end you if I see you again. It was bad enough that you used me as a decoy in Syria, but this is too far.”

“Ooh, if you’re going straight to cold-blooded murder, I must have really struck a chord. If you really cared for Raymond, you’d recognize that I’m a much better match for him. You can take him home now; just know he’ll be thinking of me the next time you’re together. He’s only yours physically.”

“Lizzie, let’s get out of here.”

They walked out, leaving Madeline, who was still straightening her dress and composing herself. Raymond made sure to close the door behind him even though he was sure that she had another way out.

“The whole thing was set up, and I played right into it, Lizzie. Fate was never here. Madeline leaked the rumor to snare me. I should have caught it.”

“It's ok, Raymond, let’s just go home. I can tell this was hard on you. Don’t beat yourself up anymore.”

“I used to be better than this. Am I losing my touch? Or is it just her?”

“I think you’re sharper than ever. You were just distracted. It happens.”

They left the party and made their way back to the car. They cashed out their chips and found they had won about $800 between the two of them. Elizabeth was worried about Raymond, though, as Madeline really knew how to get under his skin. Madeline knew his insecurities and how to exploit them. His normal confidence was shaken.

He was quiet in the car as she started driving them home. Clearly, he was judging his behavior, trying to determine exactly when he screwed up. She couldn’t stand to see him like this, so she pulled the car off the long driveway and onto a side path before they had even left the property.

“Raymond, look at me. I don’t know what she said to you, but it’s not important. I love you, and that's all that matters.”

“It’s not what she said as much as how I act around her. I never should have let my guard down.”

“When the pressure was on, you chose us. That’s all that matters to me. You chose us. You’re clearly frustrated. Why don’t you walk with me? It's a beautiful night.”

They both got out. It really was a beautiful night. The moonlight bathed the area in a silvery hue. Elizabeth walked over to his side of the car.

“I lied, Raymond. I don’t really want to walk, especially in these shoes, but I do want to help you feel better.”

She casually brushed up against his crotch, confirming her suspicion that he was still very worked up. She gently stroked him over the fabric of his pants as she whispered in his ear.

“I want you to take out this frustration on me right here. Under the moon. Use me however you need to.”

Raymond was feeling a mixture of emotions. He wasn’t ready to let himself enjoy this situation, still disappointed that he had walked into a trap.

She licked at his earlobe as she undid his zipper. He grabbed her arm, stopping her progress.

“You don’t have to do this, Lizzie.”

“I want to do this. I don’t want her on your mind anymore tonight or ever. And I’ll do anything to erase her… anything.”

She reached into his pants and freed him of their confines. His cock was wet with precum.
It slid between her fingers smoothly as she teased it with the light touch of her delicate fingers.

“Let me be what you need right now,” she whispered to him again.

The balance of the emotions within him began to shift. Excitement and frustration rose to dominate the disappointment and insecurity.

Raymond spun her around swiftly, pushing her down onto the hood of the car. Elizabeth placed her hands down to help stabilize herself.

“Is this what you wanted, Lizzie?”
He sounded angry, but she knew it wasn’t anger. It was the pent-up frustration that was evident in his voice.

“Oh God, yes. Give it to me, Raymond.”
Raymond wasted no time entering her. She was ready for him, though. She had been thinking about what they would do when they got home ever since they left for the party. But after seeing just how deep his frustration ran, she knew he needed something to do something now. Being in a house with Dembe and Kate would have made him repress everything even further.

He was forceful with her but not so much that she didn't enjoy every stroke. The whole car rocked in time with their rhythm. She loved the feeling of being pressed up against it so hard. She felt a power from him that she rarely got to experience. Raymond bundled the loose fabric of her gown into a perfect handle on her back. His other hand found her shoulder. Elizabeth groaned deeply as she felt him push into her even deeper with his new leverage. She let her eyes roll back into her head for a second as the sensation exceeded what she was prepared for.

“That’s it, wear me out.”

Raymond slowed down and began to take his time. His initial frustration had started to fade, leaving just the passion he felt for Liz. He pulled his cock back out of her and turned her around to face him. He picked her up and sat her down on the hood. He loved to see her face as it contorted in pleasure. He held her upright in his arms as she was seated on the hood. His fingers reached up behind her head, snaking into her hair. Her up-do was destroyed as he clenched his fist, giving him the perfect grip.

She couldn’t hold back her mischievous smile as her hair fell out of place. He immediately reclaimed the little bit of space between them as he re-entered her, using her hair to hold her still.

The tug at her hair excited her. It hurt just a little but also felt pleasurable. Raymond passionately kissed all over her neck as he exposed it by pulling back on her hair. All the while, he continued thrusting into her with a steady pace. For Elizabeth, it was like allowing herself to be overtaken by a storm.

He laid her down on the hood as he grabbed her gown around the neckline and ripped it open, exposing her breasts. His intensity was like nothing she had seen from him before.

“God, yes, use me, Raymond. I can’t get enough of you.”

He loved the way her tits bounced around with each thrust. She could tell he was getting close to cumming. Things often got intense when they gave in to their passions, but this time, it was like some secret dam had burst. Things they had both unknowingly held back freely flowed between them.

“Don’t worry about me. Just let it out when you’re ready to, however you want.”

There was a hitch in her voice with each stroke, but she continued to encourage him.

“I’ll take your load any way you want me to. Shoot it all over me? Or should I suck it out of you?”

She wouldn’t break eye contact with him. The dirty talk was driving him wild.

“When did you become such a naughty girl?”
It was the first he had spoken to her since they started. His frustration was starting to fade.

“Once you showed me how good sex can be, there was no hope for me?”
She gave him the naughtiest smile he had ever seen. How could a face so innocent belie such a dark, passionate side?

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“I’m glad you like it. Now, give it to me.”

Raymond’s hands were braced on the hood on either side of her now. She held on to his arms for stability as she looked into his eyes. She knew he would burst at any second, and the anticipation drove her wild.

“Let me have it, Raymond.”
“Oh god, Lizzie.”
He pulled out just as he began to climax. She grabbed his cock as the first spurts burst forth. It had more force behind it than she expected. She felt its warmth on her breasts as she lay on the cold hood of the car. She continued to stoke his cock, slow and steady, coaxing out every drop. Her tits were well coated, and her torn gown as well. She relished drawing it out of him.

“Give it all to me, Raymond.”

She kept going as he leaned hard on his arms that were braced on the hood. He shook with weakness as she continued to pleasure him. It was as if she was drawing the frustration right out of him, and she was determined not to leave any trace of it within him.

Finally, when he could bear it no longer, he stopped her hands.

“Oh fuck, Lizzie. What did you do to me?”

“I returned a favor I owed you from a few nights ago. I had a feeling you were holding something in. And looking at the mess you’ve made of me, I was right.”

“Sorry, I may have gotten carried away.”

“Are you kidding me? Why are you apologizing? My heart is beating out of my chest. Do you have any idea how much joy it brings me to see you this satisfied? How did you feel when you had me cuffed to the bed the other night? I seem to recall a mess was made then as well.”

Raymond thought about how much he enjoyed seeing her in the throws of ecstasy. How much he enjoyed the sense of power as she neared orgasm. How proud he was after getting her to make a mess of her own. He understood completely.

“I can tell that you know exactly what I’m talking about. You, sir, certainly did not disappoint tonight.”

She wiped her cheek with a finger and licked it clean while he watched.
“You had quite a bit of force behind that load, didn’t you.”

Raymond felt a lot better. His fears about a life with Elizabeth being dull had just been fucked to pieces. She had a fire in her that excited him. The possibility of a life of boring sex in the suburbs seemed impossible. Madeline really did have nothing to offer him.

He offered Elizabeth his shirt to cover up for the ride home and just wore his jacket in the car.

“So, how many people do you think watched us from a distance,” Raymond asked.

“I know at least two of them could tell what we were doing and were definitely watching. It was kind of a turn-on for me. I didn’t realize I was into that sort of thing until we put on that show for Tom, but it’s not like there are a lot of good opportunities for it.”

“I have to admit, it felt nice to fuck the most beautiful girl at the party where others could see. I’m definitely willing to explore anything that excites you.”

“And that’s why you’re perfect for me. I never knew I could enjoy sex this much. It always felt like something I was expected to participate in and not something meant for me to enjoy. Without you, I could never have enjoyed being manhandled like that. But God, did I enjoy that. Promise me you won’t ever stop pushing me. I’ll let you know if it's ever too much for me, but so far, it's been so exciting.”

“I’ll always make sure you have everything you desire.”

“I like the sound of that. Now, let's get home and get cleaned up. We have our next moves to plan.”

Notes:

Sorry, this took a little longer to post than I planned. I've been splitting my effort between this and another Blacklist fic. Hope you enjoy it. Comments and feedback are always welcomed.

Chapter 7: 91 divided by 13

Monday had arrived in spite of the dread Elizabeth had for it. The weekend with Red had been amazing. She caught herself often thinking back to their adventure on the hood of the car from Saturday night. The memories of it still filled her with endorphins.

Even so, she had no choice but to leave his side to be at work. Raymond planned to tend to his business since they had no leads on Madeline or Fate.

At the post office, Elizabeth pondered what Madeline's next move might be. It didn’t seem quite believable that her primary objective was just to get Raymond for some job. He was amazing, but she was also ready to watch him die at the hands of the King family. Surely, this was no ordinary job.

Aram arrived not long after she had. Elizabeth suppressed a laugh when she saw him. He was wearing overly stylized sunglasses and two too few buttons fastened on his polo shirt.

“What’s with the new look, Aram?”

“Just celebrating my new windfall. I won $25,000 on that bet you and Raymond suggested.”

“The junior actually won?!”

“Just like you called it. Fate must’ve been on my side that day. Didn’t you guys place a bet?”

“Hold on a second, I need to call Reddington.”

Elizabeth ran out of the room, frantically searching her phone for Nick’s Pizza. Aram was left rather confused by her reaction. Raymond answered the phone before the first ring had been completed. Barely an hour had passed, and he was already eager to hear her voice again.

“Lizzie, to what do I owe the pleasure.”

“It really was Fate. She wasn’t a fake,” she managed to get out, exasperated as she was.

“What are you saying?”

“Aram bet on the tennis match and won big. The bet really was placed by Fate and not a fake that Madeline set up. There’s no way she randomly picked an outlandish outcome that actually happened.”

“Shit, I made an assumption, and I was wrong. I think you’re right. I never should have assumed Fate was not really here. I’m going to check on some things. I’ll be in touch later today once I confirm something.”

Elizabeth returned to her workspace.
“Aram, if I can give you one more piece of advice. Lose those sunglasses before Samar gets here.”

***

Raymond hadn’t left the house yet, which was convenient. In the aftermath that followed his meeting with Madeline, he forgot that he was given something by the person he had suspected was Fate. However, making him forget everything was Elizabeth’s objective that evening. An objective that she pursued skillfully and relentlessly.

Raymond searched the bedroom for the pants he had worn that night. In them, he found a business card with a name and number written on the back. The card was for Lachesis Actuarial Services. Raymond almost kicked himself for being so oblivious. He knew that Lachesis was one of the three fates. Specifically, the one who measures a person's life span. She wasn’t hiding at all, and of course, she would be an actuary.

Raymond called the number.

“ Raymond Reddington, I presume?” The voice on the other end said.

“Is it safe to assume I'm talking to Fate?”

“I can confirm that you are. I must say, I expected to hear from you sooner.”

“You probably would have if Saturday night hadn't gone so strangely for me.”

“Madeline made you forget all about me?”

“Someone else, actually.”

“The details aren't important. What is important is that you stay away from Madeline.”

“That would be my preference as well.”

“No, you don’t understand. She has something terrible planned for you. I would have told you on Saturday, but I needed you to appear oblivious; otherwise, she’d know that I told you.”

“What is it that she has planned?”

“I’d rather not say over the phone. I will say that she sought me out to determine the likelihood of a particular event. When I determined that the likelihood was virtually zero, I told her the conditions under which she could likely succeed. Those conditions required your participation.”

“When would you like to meet?”

“I can be anywhere at pretty much any time.”

“Perfect, meet me at the waterfront Metro station in 30 minutes. I’ll be waiting at the newsstand by the ticket counter.”

Raymond grabbed a few things and called for Dembe, who was downstairs. Dembe ran up to see what he could help with.

“Dembe, I’ve set up a meeting with Fate in 30 minutes. I need you to drive me to the Metro station by the waterfront and then take us to a safe meeting location.”

Kate overheard from across the hall.
“I’m coming along, Raymond.

“I can’t guarantee it's safe, Kate. You should stay here.”

“Raymond, there are still things I don’t remember. So far, the only thing that has brought anything back is confronting Lagunov. I need to get back to business as usual. The adrenaline of my old life may be the key.”

“If you insist, you can come, but don’t take any risks.”
He handed her a gun.

“I don’t expect you’ll need this, but better safe.”

Raymond called to update Elizabeth from the car. He didn’t give her all of the details, but it was important to him that he stay true to his word and update her. The last thing he wanted was the FBI interrupting the meeting.

***

Kate and Raymond sat in the back while Dembe drove. The potential for danger almost relaxed Kate a bit. She constantly felt overwhelmed by the minute details of mundane things all around her. She found she spent a lot of her free time cleaning because she couldn’t feel relaxed when anything was out of place. She had an almost superhuman sense for these things. In the midst of actual chaos, her brain switched its focus to the immediate danger, allowing her a break from noticing fingerprints on every smooth surface in a room. It was a welcomed change of pace.

When they arrived, Raymond hopped out to go and find Fate. The Metro station was busy, but locating her was easy. She blended in perfectly and would not have stood out to anyone, but she chose to read a paper at a newsstand, which was not something that was commonly done anymore, so she was easy to pick out. Raymond walked up to her.

“What are the odds I’d bump into you here?”

She smiled at his labored attempt to reveal himself subtly.

“Ah, Raymond, it’s good to see you again.”

She returned the newspaper to its rack and walked off with Raymond as if they were old friends who just happened to bump into each other.

“Are you hungry? I happen to know a great restaurant where we could get a bite. It's a very quiet spot, and it's great for having conversations.”

“That sounds adequate. It has been a while since I’ve eaten.”

As they approached the car, they went to opposite sides. Kate stepped out to open the door for Fate. They were both surprised to see someone like the other at a meeting like this. Kate politely held the door for her.

“Thank you, uh…”
She waited for a name.

“Mr. Kaplan,” Kate said confidently. “And you must Fate.” The implications of the phrasing were not lost on her as she spoke the words. Even so, she just smiled and waited for her to enter the vehicle.

“Mister,” she repeated as if trying it out. Novel as it was, she didn’t question it. She just smiled back before sitting down.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kaplan.”
She then reluctantly turned her attention to Raymond.

“Mr. Reddington, if you fully trust your associates, I can tell you what I know now.”

“I trust these two with my life.”

“Madeline plans to lure you back into a relationship in order to use your resources and ultimately set you up to take a fall for her.”

“That sounds exactly like something she would do, considering she’s done it before. What’s so dangerous about this scheme?”

“My specialties are statistics and calculation. I find numbers are the only real truth in this universe. Madeline hired me to determine the likelihood of her being able to steal from the royal family of Sweden.”

“That’s impossible. What’s she after anyway?”

“Marie Antinette’s pearl and diamond pendant.”

“Why am I not surprised? How’d she even find out who purchased it when it was auctioned off.”

“That would be me. I once worked for the firm that insured it.”

“There’s no way she’s capable of stealing from the royal family of Sweden. She doesn’t have the patience or the resources.”

“That's the thing about numbers. Under the right conditions, the implausible can become inevitable. I looked at the numbers and found that her chances of success go up substantially if she can appear to be married in order to get close to her mark. They go up even further if her husband is handsome and charismatic and even more so if he is bald. The particular princess who acquired it has a type, you might say.”

“I think I see where this is going. Dembe, be on the lookout; she’s using me to get to you.”
Everyone in the car snorted except for Fate.
“All jokes aside. I’d never go along with that.”

“She’s starting to figure that out. She’ll be looking to acquire some leverage to force your hand with 95% certainty. Can you protect everyone you care about? You are the key to this mission; she can’t complete it without you. Your chemistry with her and your ability to charm the princess are key elements in her plan.”

Raymond appeared very thoughtful as he began doing calculations of his own.

“No, but I think I can use this situation to my advantage. I’ll need your help to pull it off, though.”

“I’d be more than happy to help. I’d had my fill of Ms. Pratt after about two minutes. I have never met a more self-absorbed twat in my life.”

Raymond giggled as he knew very well how someone could form an opinion like that of her.

“Although, first, I have to know how you predicted the outcome of that tennis match.”

“I never know the outcome of anything. It's just that no one notices when I lose, so they think I always win. The secret is to identify undervalued opportunities. I often bet 100:1 odds when, according to my calculations, the odds are more like 20:1, so I’m taking advantage of undervalued bets. If I bet one dollar at those odds 100 times, they’d expect I’d win once and break even. But with the right information, I win more like 20 times and walk away well compensated.”

 

“In this particular case, there were details that played a role that were not factored in by most people. Our junior champ is playing at a very high level, but he also trains with several pros. He has beaten many of them in practice. In addition to that, the world number one has an undisclosed injury. It was not bad enough to stop him from playing, but he wouldn’t hesitate to go easy if he felt he was at risk of making it worse, and that's exactly what happened. When the match called for his best tennis, he sacrificed his pride to avoid making his injury worse.”

“Information is indeed everything, Fate. And today, you’ve given me a trove of it. I don’t think Madeline will be an issue when we are done with her.”

***

Over lunch, they discussed the details of the plan that Raymond had been hashing out in his mind. He would have to appear to go along with whatever Madeline wanted. This would protect everyone. She’d have no reason to collect leverage with him on her side.

Step two would be to reach out to the mark and help them prepare for an attempt to steal from them.

Step three would be to let her think she got away with it until the trap closes around her.

The only uncertainty was figuring out what contingencies she might have in place or what she might be aware of ahead of time. Even so, Raymond was confident that he could outsmart her.

Once the meal was completed, Dembe requested to speak with Raymond privately. They excused themselves from the table momentarily.

“What is it, old friend? Do you have a bad feeling about this?”

“It's quite the opposite. I believe Kate and Fate may have an interest in each other, and our presence at the table was getting in their way.”

Raymond craned his neck to peer over Dembe’s impossibly high shoulder to see what he had been oblivious to. Sure enough, Fate’s hand was resting on top of Kate’s as they discussed something.

“Don’t be so obvious, Raymond. Let’s walk further away and give them a minute.”

“You are a rather observant friend, Dembe. Kate is lucky to have you around. I hadn’t noticed a thing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kate smile at someone like that, though. It pains me to think that forgetting the love she lost may have been a good thing for her.”

After a couple of minutes had passed, they returned to the table. Nothing appeared amiss, and both ladies greeted them upon their return.

Fate insisted on taking a cab so as not to be seen with them. Raymond and his family left and went to the post office. If this plan was going to work, they would need everyone’s help.

The car ride was quiet until Dembe broke the silence.
“Fate seems very nice. What did you think of her, Kate?”

“I did enjoy her company quite a bit. It's been a long time since I’ve had someone more like myself to talk to. Not that I don’t enjoy keeping the two of you out of trouble. Thank you for giving us a few minutes.”

“Perhaps it's you that we need to watch out for. You know, in Greek myths, getting scissored by Fate marks the end of your life. Although, maybe it’s just a little death.”

Raymond chuckled.
Kate turned bright red.
“Well, given the choice between that and getting shot in the face by Raymond, I know which I would choose.”

Raymond stopped laughing as the car went silent.

“Too soon, Kate,” Dembe suggested.

“What? I promised that I would move forward, not that I would pretend it never happened. Consider this part of your penance, Raymond.”

“I truly do not deserve you, Kate.”

***

At the post office, Raymond announced to everyone's excitement that there was now an opportunity to bring down Madeline Pratt. That was all it took to get their attention.

“She recently requested my help to steal something. I believe it to be a piece of jewelery once owned by Marie Antoinette, specifically her pearl and diamond pendant.”

“That's impossible.”

“Her plan was to have me pose as her husband long enough to get close to one of the princesses in the royal family of Sweden. She would steal security credentials from her husband and then use them to access the vault where jewels are stored. I would be left there looking guilty to take the fall. We are going to co-opt her plan. The pendant will be moved to a safe location, and she will be apprehended when she tries to steal it.”

“This should be easy to set up. I'll contact the Swedish authorities and get their cooperation,” Cooper suggested.

“Hold off on that for 24 hours. I need to talk with Madeline first.”

***

Raymond knew where to find Madeline. Fate told him where she was staying and what name she was using. The hotel she was staying at was another unfortunate choice for her. One of the cleaning ladies there was loyal to Reddington. A key card was made and ready for him when he arrived. It gave him instant access to her room, where he waited until she returned.

He made himself comfortable in an armchair and sat with his Colt 1911 on his lap. He heard a key card slide into the slot, alerting him that she returned.

She was startled, though not surprised to see him.
“I knew I’d be seeing you again, and it looks like you’re very happy to see me. Or is that your Colt 45? It's hard to tell in this light.”

“Let’s just say that you really don't want me to shoot my load.”

Madeline flipped a light switch, revealing her slightly disappointed countenance.
“Well if you’re not happy to see me, then to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit.”

“I know everything. Fate told me about how you planned to use me to steal the pendant and then leave me behind to take the fall.”

“You have to admit, it's a pretty good plan.”

“It's overly simplistic and full of holes, but yeah, sure, it's good if you never want to return to the country again at best.”

“You and your excessively complex machinations are a recipe for disaster. A simple plan is always a better approach. But I suppose you have a better idea that you’re going to propose we pursue together.”

“You know me too well. And considering you planned to screw me-”

“In more ways than one, and in my defense, you would have definitely enjoyed one of them,” she interrupted.

“As I was saying, since you were going to double-cross me, you’ll have to forgive me for wanting to scrap your plan.”

“Well, let’s hear what you’ve got.”

“Remember the caper we pulled in Milan?”

“The security audit scheme? There’s no way that will work.”

“You forget, we’ve got Fate on our side this time. She’ll set up everything; we just have to show up and pretend to steal it, while we're actually stealing it. Her knowledge of the insurance on the piece will sell the whole scheme.”

Raymond stood up and started walking toward the door.

“I hope you’ve still got it, Madeline.”

She scoffed at his comment.

“You’ll see what I’ve still got.

Chapter 8: The chapter before the final chapter

Summary:

Some stuff happens that would spoil the story if I told you.

Notes:

Sorry for the delay in getting something posted. I thought I'd get more writing done over the holidays, but as it turns out, I didn't. Basically, I just edited and posted stuff I had written earlier. Hopefully this will have been worth the wait.

The preparations for their plan to ensnare Madeline once and for all had been completed. She had flown to Sweden the day before with Fate. The task force would be following soon after. Elizabeth chose to fly with Dembe and Raymond. She offered an excuse to the others for her choice that was plausible enough, but she was starting to not care if they found out. It would have been a huge conflict of interest for the task force, but Raymond's involvement with them from the beginning had been a conflict of interest. All that really mattered was that she could spend the flight with Raymond.

She finished packing and spent the rest of her time with Agnes. Being so far away from her made her feel uneasy, but she knew she would be safe. Kate had offered to watch over her and Baz would be available to assist with anything they needed.

Once Raymond had finished packing, he was unsurprisingly the last to be ready; the three of them left to catch Raymond’s private jet.

The flight was long, but it gave them time to go over their parts in the plan several times. Elizabeth’s job was to crack the vault in this security audit. Aram had given her a crash course in safe cracking technology. All she had to do was access the electronics, connect the device he gave her, and enter a few commands that she had memorized. While she was getting into the vault, Madeline would be burgling the location where the jewels would be hidden. Fate had determined with 99.9% certainty that they would move the jewels to a safe location during the audit. A location where, thanks to Raymond, the local police would be waiting for Madeline. Meanwhile, Elizabeth would break into an empty vault and leave after making a few recommendations for security upgrades.

As the flight dragged on, Dembe laid down to get some sleep. Raymond took the opportunity to have a more serious conversation with Elizabeth.

“Lizzie, do you remember when I said that I never want you to regret anything involving me?”

“Of course, it was some of the most romantic things anyone has ever said to me.”

“Do you have any regrets? Don’t answer quickly. I want you to be thoughtful and honest with me.”

Elizabeth pondered for a minute. The last few weeks had been a dream come true.
“Raymond, the only thing I regret is not giving in to my feelings for you sooner.”

“Promise me that you’ll say something if things are ever not exactly what you want them to be.”

“I promise. Now, I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything, Lizzie.”

“Promise me that you will trust me to not get broken.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Your devotion to me is amazing, and I strive every day to be equally devoted to you. But sometimes, it feels like you are too worried about things being perfect for me. Let me experience the good and bad.”

“I can do that.”

“Can I tell you a secret, Raymond?”

“Of course.”

She looked around to make sure Dembe was asleep or, at the very least, not so close that he would overhear.

“Exploring my sexuality with you has been amazing. The roleplaying, the mile-high club, the lunchtime quickie at the motel, and God, getting absolutely railed on the hood of your car. It's been more than I imagined I could experience, but some of the best parts for me were the ones you tried to protect me from. When you finished with me after the casino party, you looked like you regretted letting go. I’ve learned something about myself. Making love in the quiet of our bedroom is nice, but it's not what I dream about.

“What do you dream about?”

“I dream about being pushed. I want to be nervous. I want you to let go. You’ve made me explore more than anyone ever has, and now that I’ve had a taste, I need more.”

Raymond had watched her blossom over the weeks and knew all of this to be true but had never really thought about it. He had done his best to protect her without thinking about whether she needed protection. The one time he let go of concern for her was one of the most memorable experiences they ever shared.

“Lizzie, you’re right. I trust you completely. You are more capable than I’ve given you credit for, and I will not forget that.”

He looked into her eyes to show his sincerity. They sparkled almost unnaturally as her face twisted into the mischievous smirk he loved to see.

“Can I tell you another secret, Raymond?”

Raymond leaned in until his forehead almost touched hers. With his eyes still locked on hers, he replied.

“You had better tell me quick because I don’t think I can keep my hands off of you any longer.”

He closed the last of the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers. He could feel her try to say something for just a brief moment before giving in to the kiss. She opened her mouth to meet his tongue. The secret would have to wait.

He could feel how excited she was from her breathing. She ignited a fire in him. She made him struggle to maintain his composure. And now she begged him to let it slip away.
He spoke almost directly into her ear.
“I’m going to do whatever I want to your body right now, and you will not make a sound.”

Elizabeth nodded in response.
“Very good.” When lowered to a whisper, his voice became like the purr of a tiger. So close to her ear that she couldn’t help but get more excited by it.

Dembe was fully reclined up near the front of the dark cabin. He wouldn’t have much reason to look back or much of a view if he did. Raymond faced Liz, who was still seated. He could see a hint of anxiety in her eyes mixed with excitement. He unbuttoned and unzipped her pants without any hesitation. He pulled her panties to the side, exposing just enough room to slide his middle finger inside her. He moved slowly, giving her time to adjust to the welcomed intrusion.

She tried to suppress the squeal, but some of it slipped past her vigilance. She wasn’t expecting him to start so aggressively as he was always so patient. His eyes met hers again when she made the noise. This time, there was far more intensity. She wondered what he would do if she messed up again. What punishment would she be rewarded with? Had anyone other than Dembe been on the flight, she certainly would have defied him.

Once Raymond was sure she got the message, he went back to work, working his finger in and out as she squirmed in the seat. She slouched down further into her seat, giving him even better access. She longed to tell him how good it felt, how much she loved his intensity, but she remained as silent as she could. Her only communication was the look of desperation that she met his eyes with.

Her breathing got heavier and more ragged. He allowed her this much. He added a second finger and began to use his thumb to circle her clit. It was too much for her. Her body responded beyond her control, and a whimpering “uuhhnn” escaped her lips. It was music to Raymond, but his response did not show that.

He placed his free hand tightly over her mouth, only permitting her to breathe through her nose. She trusted him completely, but her anxiety rose as he fingered her even harder. Her breathing became frantic, and she grasped at his thigh for something to hold onto. He worked his thumb relentlessly, forcing her to cry out into his hand.

As he felt her tighten around his fingers, he leaned in to whisper one last question.
“Is this what you wanted?”

Her mind cried out, “ Oh God, yes, yes, … yes,” though all she could get out was more frantic breathing. Raymond could see her response clearly through her reactions. The way her body contorted in the seat, the way she arched her back as he rubbed his fingers against her g-spot, the way she trembled as he slowed down when he thought she was cumming too quickly. Her body said it all, and now it was screaming that it could take no more.

Elizabeth vibrated as custody climaxed. Heavily muffled moans resonated from her covered mouth as she gyrated against his hand. Raymond knew just how to touch her to draw out every ounce of pleasure. With the slowest movements and the lightest touch, he elicited spasms from her well after she thought she was done. Finally, he licked his fingers as she melted into her seat.

She looked up at him with a look of utter devotion. He leaned in to whisper again.
“Lizzie, I’m not done with you yet.”

He unfastened his belt and trousers and unzipped. Elizabeth sat back in her seat, eager to see what else he would do to her. He pulled out his rock-hard cock and sat down on the seat next to her. With one hand, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down toward his lap. She was eager to return the favor and offered no resistance. With his other hand, he guided his cock right up to her lips. She kissed its head, but he shoved right past her lips.

Pleasantly surprised, she worked her tongue around it as he moved her head in rhythm with his hips. His head was thrown back in ecstasy. His impatience only encouraged her. She grabbed the base of his cock and stroked it while he forced her head down and slowly raised his hips against the motion. His movements were slow but powerful. He pushed deep into her mouth with each stroke. Her only resistance was to avoid gagging from the depth. Telepathically, she commanded him.
“That’s it, Raymond. Unload in my mouth. Give it all to me.”

Every time he twitched, she thought she had earned her reward, but it wasn’t quite time yet. She could feel it was close as he swelled and pushed deeper into her mouth. The harder he pushed against her, the more excited she became. Finally, his grip on her hair tightened, and he held her still as he filled her waiting mouth with several long pulses. He failed to remain quiet as muffled grunts burst forth from him just as his cum burst forth. She swallowed quickly, afraid that she may not be able to contain it all, then went back to using her tongue to coax out anything that remained.

Once she was sure he had finished, she delicately took his cock in her hand and sat up to look at him. The gaze they shared said everything; “I will always give you whatever you need. You are all that is important to me.” Though the words were never audibly uttered, they were fully understood by both.

“Thank you, Raymond,” she whispered.

*****

The next day, everything was in place according to their plan. Raymond and Elizabeth met up with Fate at the palace. She was using the alias Stephanie for the mission. They spoke with the princess and her husband about how the audit would work and how no one would actually go into the vault; they would only try to open it in order to verify that they were taking adequate precautions to protect their insured property. They were also free to watch the entire operation.

Everyone let Elizabeth get to work but watched her intently.

“This is a good vault, but it has a particular weakness. It's great for stopping traditional safe crackers but not so much against the more tech-savvy ones.”

She removed the keypad with a small screwdriver and attached a device to the wires behind it.

“A device like this is easy to acquire on the dark web.”
It actually was not easy to acquire a device like that.

She entered the commands that Aram had instructed into it. The display started flashing different characters too rapidly for anyone to read. Only about 30 seconds passed before the device beeped and the vault clunked. Elizabeth pulled on the door, showing that it was now open. The royals were astonished that it only took a couple of minutes and cheap technology. The reality was that the device was a state-of-the-art government prototype.

“I will send you some information on how to make this vault a lot more secure. It doesn’t take much, and there are several companies out there that can make the upgrades for you.”

The princess was absolutely appalled that the vault could be opened so easily. All the same, she thanked the crew for showing them the vulnerability.

The group spent the rest of the time reviewing the coverage of their security cameras. Raymond was able to identify and point out a few areas where a thief would be able to avoid detection. The performance had worked beautifully. Between what both Raymond and Elizabeth had shown them, the royals were so happy to have been alerted to a potential disaster that they did not suspect anything at all. After all, they never even tried to enter the vault after opening it.

 

****

 

While Elizabeth was cracking the safe, Ressler and Navabi were waiting in a hotel room with members of the royal guard and Swedish police with the real jewels. Madeline was scheduled to show up at any moment. No one knew what her plan was as she hadn’t shared that much with Raymond. An hour passed, but nothing happened. Ressler texted Raymond and Elizabeth to let them know that Madeline never showed up.

After they left the palace, they shared that information with Fate.

“Madeline is probably long gone with the jewels by now.”

Raymond and Elizabeth were confused.

The jewels are with Ressler and Navabi in the hotel room with the trap.

“No, they were never there. That was a decoy they set up. They never told us about it, just in case the security audit had been a farce. Madeline had someone on the inside who leaked the real location. Chances are high that she’s already finished the job, which was my plan all along.

“Wait, this was YOUR plan?” Elizabeth asked incredulously.

“I do owe you both an apology. I haven’t been completely honest. The truth is I approached Madeline about this heist, much like I approached you. I knew you two were the only ones who could get it done.”

“But why? She’ll never share the money.”

“I don’t need money; I have plenty. I needed to make a point. I worked for years for Snyder-McMullan Insurance, assessing risks for high-valued items. For years, I told them they underestimated the risks posed by super-criminals. Instead of heeding my warnings, they fired me. I started my own firm, but it's a difficult business to get into. Now that they have lost their highest valued item, they will be paying out a $41 million insurance claim, and the rumors of their audit being involved will cause their clients to run. I may not get very many of those clients myself, but this was never about money. They will be lucky to remain in business for another three months.”

Raymond smiled. As much as he hated being used, he admired the plan and its execution.

“Well played. I could use someone with services like yours. Assessing risk and insuring property are both things I value.”

“I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.”

She matched his smile while Elizabeth tried to hide her disappointment at not capturing Madeline.

“Before that can happen, I will need something else from you. I need you to tell the truth to Kate. I treat my close associates like a family, and if you will be a part of that family, you have to be honest with her.”

“I didn’t expect to meet someone like her in your employ. Hiding my intentions from her was the hardest part of this whole ruse. But I respect you and the way you do business. I will tell her as soon as I get back.”

“Thank you. She means the world to us, and I think she would prefer that this information come from you.”

Fate went her own way after that, and Elizabeth called Ressler to let him know what they learned. When they returned to their hotel, there was a note waiting at the desk for Raymond.

“It's a shame we always part like this. I couldn’t have pulled this off without your help. If you ever get tired of her, I’m sure you’ll be able to find me. -M”

Raymond ripped up the note and threw it in the nearest trashcan. Elizabeth leaned into his shoulder as they walked back up to their room. It felt nice to be with someone she trusted completely. She had no desire to know what was in the note.

Raymond took a shower when they got back to the room. Elizabeth flopped onto the bed, still disappointed that they had failed to catch Madeline. After the way she had treated Raymond, part of her really wanted to see her in jail. As her frustration grew, she started to distract herself with thoughts of Raymond. He was in the shower, naked. She bit her lip as she thought about it. She undressed and laid on the bed to wait for his return.

Raymond wandered out, wearing only a towel. He froze in his tracks when he saw her. It only took a matter of seconds for his towel to become a tent. Elizabeth giggled at how quickly he responded to her. She motioned for him to come over using her finger.

“I know I said yesterday that making love in a bed sounded boring, but right now, I want to make some noise. Someone wouldn’t let me last night.”

Raymond dropped his towel and joined her on the bed. She laid back, waiting for him. He firmly grasped her knees and forced them apart. He took a second to appreciate how beautiful her body was. Each and every curve was a masterpiece.

Using both hands, he opened her up to make room for his tongue. Elizabeth was not shy about vocally expressing how much she enjoyed his enthusiasm.

“Fuck yes, Raymond.”

He used long strokes of his tongue and light flicks to change the sensation when she got used to it. He loved the way she squirmed against his face and squeezed his cheeks with her thighs. The warmth of her body was so enticing. All he could think about was how she would feel squeezing down on his cock.

He sucked at her clit while he fingered her. Her vocalizations got longer; she drew them out, matching the motions he performed on her. Raymond was throbbing with desire and no longer willing to delay his own pleasure. He lined up his cock with her opening and slowly slid it inside. The tightness almost overwhelmed him instantly. With each motion, she got wetter, and sliding into her got easier. Missionary may not be exciting, but it provided control, intimacy, and depth. He was in much deeper than the last time they fucked, and it felt amazing.

Elizabeth's eyes rolled back as she called his name. She reveled in the novelty of being able to be loud. They found a rhythm that slowly brought them higher. Raymond's strokes got longer as he used every inch of her pussy. He let it slip out and rub against her clit before diving back in.
He could feel her digging her nails into his back every time he did it.
Their pace quickened as she got even louder. Raymond couldn’t hold back anymore. He rammed into her, hard and fast, as the sensation built within them both. As if their bodies had conspired without them, they came together. Each stroke filled her even further as she clutched his body tight to hers.

“God, Raymond, I love feeling you cum.

Raymond could only grunt in reply as they rode the crest of another wave of pleasure.

“Lizzie.” He exhaled as his wits began to return.

Neither of them believed they could ever tire of experiencing that moment. The moment when the one they loved reached their peak and succumbed because of them.

Completely spent, they collapsed into each other. Satisfied. Finally.

Notes:

I plan to wrap up this arc with the next chapter and possibly introduce a new direction for a third part to the series. I'm still enjoying writing it, but I will probably never be a fan of stories that go on indefinitely. I need to have a goal to write towards, otherwise I will have a breakdown. Thanks once again for reading. Comments are always appreciated.

Chapter 9: The last chapter

Notes:

Ok, not sure why it took me so long to finally finish this. I kept getting distracted by life and other projects. Ok so maybe I do know why. Either way here it is. I do want to write one more in this series though. So if you're hungry for more, there is hope. Hope that I won't take forever and forget that I want to do this.

Returning back to the states felt strange for Elizabeth. It was great to be able to hold Agnes again, but the disappointment of knowing that Madeline was still out there loomed in the back of her mind. With no immediate threat on the horizon, she returned to living at the Audrey. It felt more like home now than the apartment that she once shared with Tom. Even with the chaos of having a small child, it felt empty after having spent so much time in close proximity to Raymond, Dembe, and Kate.

Raymond had come by the apartment every night since they returned to the States. Sometimes early enough for dinner and would help get Agnes ready for bed. Last night he had come home after midnight, absolutely desperate for her. She couldn’t help but forgive whatever nefarious business he had been up to that evening after the way he ravaged her. She slept soundly in his arms after that but was disappointed that he had to leave almost as soon as she woke up. It was clear that he was giving her every free ounce of time and energy that he could spare.

The sun was peeking through her curtains. Agnes hadn’t started crying for her yet, so she lingered under the covers taking every possible minute to rest. The midnight romp with Raymond cost her an hour of sleep but was definitely worth it. She glanced over at the empty side of the bed and wondered if he’d have been up for an early morning round two or if he’d need more recovery time. It certainly would have made waking up easier for her.

Elizabeth wandered out to the kitchen. There was a cup of coffee waiting by her normal seat.

“Mmm, still hot.”

Even when he had to be somewhere else, he took the time for the small gesture that had become his routine. Elizabeth was able to drink half of it before the duties of motherhood claimed the last of her personal time. She got Agnes up and ready for daycare, all the while remembering how nice it was to have Kate around to help with little things. All of the simple things were just that much easier with a second set of eyes to watch Agnes. But as she had done many times before, she managed the morning tasks and got Agnes to daycare.

Agnes’ teacher was excited to see that Elizabeth was back.

“I’m glad to see you’re back from your trip. Did you have a good time?

“It was for work, but it was still exciting. It’s good to be home, though. How was Agnes while I was gone.”

“She was the angel that she always is.”
She reached out to take Agnes from her arms. Elizabeth was more than happy to pass off the rapidly growing child. After a few days of not holding her, she seemed noticeably heavier.

 

“Oh, now that you’re back, does that mean Dembe will be picking Agnes up again? I haven’t seen him since our date last week.”

“I’m sure he will. He was also traveling along with me, so I asked Kate to watch Agnes during that time.”

“Oh, good. I was afraid things hadn’t gone as well as I thought they did when I didn’t see him for a few days. I’m glad you guys were able to get together. I know work keeps him pretty busy.”

“Yeah, he invited me over for an amazing meal that he cooked. For dessert we had stuffed peaches with the most delicious cream sauce drizzled over it. It was so sweet, probably from the pineapple. Just between you and me, I was feeling naughty, so I had him just squirt the last of it right in my mouth.”

“Okay, I should probably be getting to work.”

“Do you think I was too forward?”

“No, I think you were probably just the right amount of forward. Just keep in mind that likes a, I mean, has a really tight schedule.”

 

***

Mr. Kaplan was also having difficulty finding enjoyment in the return to normalcy. Taking care of Agnes and having a child around was profoundly uplifting to her. Now that Elizabeth had moved back into her apartment, everything felt far too quiet around the house. There was plenty to do to keep busy, but none of it was as fulfilling. Raymond and Dembe had left for the day to no doubt commit so form of crime, leaving her to her own devices once again.

Kate went to the kitchen to have a look at what cleaning products were available. This time alone would be the perfect opportunity to finally remove a persistent mold spot from the grout in her shower. It irked her every time she bathed, but there hadn’t been an opportunity to rectify it while she was watching Agnes full-time. She found some gloves and pulled out a bottle of one of the most aggressive cleaners she owned.

There was a knock at the door just as she was passing through the living room on her way to the stairs. She opened the door with gloved hands and wearing earphones. She looked like she was about to make short work of a crime scene. Seeing Fate at the front door was a very welcome surprise.

“Come in. I was just cleaning.”

Kate removed her earphones.

“I hadn’t planned on staying, Kate. I just needed to talk to you briefly.”
Her demeanor caused Kate to worry. After their first meeting she would have expected Fate to be more excited upon seeing her again.

“Of course. What is it that you wanted to discuss.”

“It's actually more things that I need to say. Mostly an admission and apology.”

“I can’t for the life of me think of anything you’ve done to me. Although at the moment, I can only recall about about 25% of my life before a week ago.”

Kate smiled to lighten the mood, but it quickly faded when Fate did not smile back.

“Kate, I, like many others you know have done things over the years in furtherance of my objectives. I’ve never killed anyone, but I have cheated, stolen, manipulated, and used, all to get what I was after. I never once gave any thought to those I stepped on to get what I wanted. That is, until recently. You, Kate, are the first person that I thought about.”

Kate gave her an inquisitive look as her head cocked to the side. Fate continued.

“I used you. You and Raymond and Elizabeth, all so that I could get revenge on a bunch of men who probably don’t even remember me. I was the reason Madeline escaped. Hell, I was the reason she ever re-entered your lives. It was my idea to steal the jewels. I recruited her, not the other way around. She was by far the easiest to manipulate of all. I used Raymond to make sure she would succeed, all so that I could feel fulfilled. But for the first time, I don’t feel fulfilled. I shouldn’t have used you, and I’m sorry.”

Fate turned to leave. She had said all that she could in her defense. There really was no defense, only an admission and not even a request for forgiveness. She didn’t feel she deserved any forgiveness and wouldn’t dare ask for it. In her world, there was no forgiveness, only retribution from those you wronged.

“Wait.”

Kate had no idea what to say to all of this news. But without thinking, she stopped her. She reached for her hand, gloves and all, halting Fate’s escape. She looked at Fate closely, hoping that she’d know what to say or what to feel.

“Just… wait.”

Still no words. Just a pervading sense that this shouldn’t be the end. Fate looked back at her with no expectation. Truthfully she had hoped that this wouldn’t be the last they’d see each other, but she fully expected to receive some sort of retribution from Kate. A betrayal of trust like this shouldn’t go unpunished. That’s how people in this world responded to being crossed. It's how she knew Raymond would participate, it's what she did to her former employers, and it's what she expected from Kate.

“Fate, I don’t want you to go. Maybe I’m just old, maybe I’m tired of grudges, or maybe getting shot in the face and losing most of my memory makes this slight seem insignificant by comparison. I don’t know, but just, don’t go.”

“I’ll stay as long as you desire it. I owe you far more than that much.”

“No. Not because you owe it to me. Stay because you desire it as well.”

“More than anything.”

“Will you come inside then and talk with me some more then?”

“Of course.”

 

***

 

Elizabeth was thrilled to see Raymond at the Post Office when she arrived on Monday morning. His presence there could only mean one of two things; either there was a new blacklister for them to chase, or he was desperate to see her even though it had scarcely been 18 hours since they were last together. Either possibility was most welcome.

“Welcome, Agent Keen, now that you are here, there is something I want to share with everyone. My intel network has picked up a lead on a very elusive individual. I am sure you all heard about the congressman’s aide who committed suicide two days ago. As unfortunate as that was, the even larger tragedy is that the murderer escaped without alerting any suspicion.

As usual, Ressler couldn’t resist trying to disprove Raymond.
“There was a thorough investigation. The kid was depressed, no one was surprised, he even left a note in his own handwriting. How can this be anything other than a suicide.”

“Donald, the perfect of it is the clue. Never in life is something like this not a surprise. If everyone knew he was depressed, why weren’t they reaching out to get him help? This would be far less suspicious if afterward, everyone said they had no idea he was suffering.”

“I’m still not convinced.”

“Fine, if you want more solid evidence. I have it on unimpugnable authority that the letter that was written in his handwriting was actually created by the necromancer.”

“The other blacklister that you had us lay off of?”

“The same.”

“So now you want us to get back on to his trail after telling us to lay off?”

“Of course not. This was a hit put out by the Cabal. I want you to find out who filled the contract. The Necromancer was just there to help cover things up.”

Cooper took over after that.
“Alright, if this really is a hit made to look like a suicide, Donald, I want you and Navabi to go back to the scene and look for anything that might have been missed. Aram, you acquire access to the victim's online accounts and search for anything that might be useful. Keen and Reddington, do what you do to find out why this kid was a target in the first place.

***

Raymond joined Elizabeth in her SUV as they headed out to talk to the rest of the congressman’s staff.

“How are you feeling, Lizzie?”

“Honestly, kind of bored. I think I got used to the excitement of having Madeline chasing us. And it was fun living in a house with you and everyone else. I kind of miss it.”

“Amazing how quickly you adjust to that type of excitement. The malaise will pass, though. I go through the same thing regularly and thought I recognized it in you.”

“I figured as much. The quiet will do me good. A life for constant threats is not what I want for Agnes.”

“And it's not what I want for you either, but I doubt I could ever get you to do safer work.”

“I’ve got you looking out for me. I don’t know if I could be any safer.”

Raymond rested his hand on her thigh in an act of connection as they rode in comfortable silence until Elizabeth broke it.

“So someone else hired the Necromancer? I thought he was loyal to you.”

“Oh, he is. That’s why he told me about this. The letter was commissioned a month ago, before he worked exclusively for me. I’ve already asked him for all the information that would be useful in tracking down the client, but like everyone else in the underworld, they both took all of the necessary steps to conceal their identities.”

“A shame. But at least we got the lead. I’d love to bring down the Cabal. I owe them quite a bit of retribution.”

“And you shall have it, my dear. I’ve let this loose end dangle for far too long. Maybe it's time we make them sweat a bit.”

Elizabeth smiled at the suggestion. It sounded so much better than the return to normalcy. Or maybe the chaos of the task force was the true normalcy that she was returning to now. Either way, she was excited again.

“Let’s take it to them. Just make sure you save some energy to make me sweat, also. Last night was great, but I’m gonna need another round before too long.”

“I do know a great spot for breakfast.”

“Wait, actual breakfast, or is this gonna be another shady motel? Because honestly, both sound pretty good.”

Raymond smiled and just said, “Take this next right.”

Notes:

I want this to mostly serve for resolution for the characters and also introduce a new conflict to explore in a new series. Originally the last chapter was going to be the last but I wasn't sure what conflict to introduce next. So this chapter ended up being kind of short. I've mentioned before that I like a story to have a beginning middle and end and try to avoid writing fics that keep going after they should have ended. So I wanted to end this one and not ruin it by adding more stuff just to keep it going. Hopefully you enjoyed this one. I've loved the comments I've received and am currently pondering ideas for the next installment. If all goes well, you'll see it before too long.

If you're upset that I didn't include the smut, then you'll just have to read the first chapter of the next one. Sorry, not sorry.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Something Real