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I apologize for the delay, real life has been complicated and I didn't have time to write.

Last Chapter! There will soon (hopefully...) be a new story from a weird perspective :)

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On Monday, Liz didn't want to go to work. She would meet Samar, who had been told by Aram what had happened.

After Liz had recovered from her worst hangover ever, Red had teased her about it all weekend. She figured he liked the idea of a threesome with her and Samar, although he would never tell her.

Nevertheless, Liz entered the Post Office at 8 AM. The moment she exited the elevator, she met Samar's eyes. Both stared at each other for a few moments, then looked aside. Only Samar, Liz, Red, Aram and Dembe knew about last Friday and it was obvious that neither Cooper nor Ressler should ever find out about this.

Despite of their embarrassment, Liz and Samar spent the lunch break together.

Ressler was currently on an undercover assignment for their case and would return on Wednesday, so they had time to act normally around each other again. With a little luck, Ressler wouldn't find out that something was off. Aram stayed in the office and skipped lunch to look something up on a data base for Cooper. Sometimes, Red came over to spend Liz's lunch break with her to discuss cases or just talk, but this morning he and Dembe had flown to Europe for a week to track down one of Red's shady contacts who would lead the team to a new blacklister.

xxxxx lunchbreak:

"Listen, Samar...about what happened...um, could we just try to forget about it?"

Samar didn't hesitate for a second before she agreed.

"Yeah, good idea. It's not like me to...you know...what we did in the car. I mean...it's not like me to do this with a woman." she trailed off.

"I understand. I think I'll never drink that much again. You won't tell anybody about my thing with Red, right?"

"I won't. I promise. It's the same with Aram. I know it's allowed to be in a relationship with a co-worker, but we wanted to keep it a secret. And...well, there's another thing. I'm sorry for that one night stand with Red."

They exchanged a short glance, then looked in opposite directions, blushing slightly. Liz didn't want to forgive her, she wanted to be jealous, but Samar was her friend now.

"Fine, apology accepted. It happened before we became a couple and it was months ago, so I'm trying not to be jealous."

"But you are."

"Yeah, I am. Red wouldn't say it, but I'm sure he likes the idea of a threesome with you and me."

"Not happening." Samar replied dryly, but with a hint of a smile.

"Definitely not." Liz agreed, then both of them returned to the office.

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During the following days, everyone acted as if nothing had happened, though Liz and Samar avoided being in the same room at the same time. They managed to act normally so that Cooper wouldn't notice anything, but had a bad feeling about Ressler. On Thursday afternoon, when he returned from his undercover mission, Liz was panicking.

Although they were friends, she didn't want him to know about her drunk encounter with Samar. Red never bothered to hide that he didn't think much of Ressler, but Liz knew that he wasn't as stupid as Red claimed.

After they had closed their case, there were a few quiet days in the office, so Liz and Ressler spent the week with long overdue paperwork.

"Liz?"

"Hm?" she replied, looking up from the file in front of her.

"What's with you and the rest of the team lately? Something's not right."

"What makes you think that?"

"Ever since I came back I feel like something's off. Something happened that none of you talks about."

"Well, if nobody talks about it, then maybe nothing happened."

"No, there's definitely something going on, and no one wants me to know."

"Really?!" she tried to distract him.

Damn, she thought, He's a better investigator than I thought...so observant...

"Liz, some on, it can't be that bad."

"Oh, trust me, Don. It is."

"It surely isn't worse than when you found out about my drug addiction."

Liz looked out of the office window. He did have a point there. She knew that Samar would kill her if she told him the truth, but compared to a drug addiction it was nothing, and actually, Liz hated having secrets between friends. If she could convince Ressler to act as if he didn't know anything, then perhaps Samar would never find out...

"Don't, I repeat, don't tell anybody you heard this from me or you heard about it at all-"

"What, damn it?" he cut her off. "Did you murder someone?!"

"Hell, no! Listen to me. You cannot know about this. You will not talk about this and, most importantly, you will not act differently around me or anybody else when I tell you what happened last Friday night, am I clear?" she whispered, then looked over her shoulders to make sure that nobody was watching them.

"Fine. I promise, I won't talk about whatever happened and I will act as if I wouldn't know anything."

Liz told him the whole story, right from the moment she and Samar entered the bar to the point when they kissed in Red's car and almost made out if Dembe hadn't stopped them. She left out the fact that Samar was in a relationship with Aram and she was in one with Red. Ressler listened to her without interruptions, but his face betrayed him since he couldn't hide a smirk from time to time. When she was finished, he had finally time to ask questions.

"How do you remember all this when you were drunk?"

"Uhhh...well...Red told me. I spent the night at his place in one of the guest rooms and when I had recovered from my hangover, he told me about it."

"Ohhh?! You spent the night with Reddington?!"

She rolled her eyes at him. That was exactly what she had been afraid of...

"Don? I told you. Not. To. Talk. About. It! And I didn't spent the night with him. I was sleeping in the guest room."

"Fine, I act like I believe you, Liz. But-"

"No. We will forget about this and never talk about it again, clear? You're my friend and I trust you, so don't ever bring it up again."

"Ok, I'll try not to to." he grinned.

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Ressler kept his word and managed to act as if Liz hadn't told him anything about last Friday. She was indeed relieved that she had someone to talk to who hadn't been involved and didn't make fun of her for almost making out with Samar in a car.

A week later, Red and Dembe returned from Europe to deliver a new blacklister. In his usual elegant and arrogant way, Red walked into the Post Office, smiling at Liz and sitting down on Ressler's chair in the office they shared..

"Lizzie, how nice to see you. Donald, what's your concern? You look at me like I'm planning to kill someone."

"Cut the crap, Reddington. What did you find out in Europe?"

"Much. Where's Harold? I need to talk to him."

"He's not here. You can also tell us."

They continued arguing for a few minutes, then agreed to wait for Cooper because Ressler hadn't have the nerve to discuss with Red. Liz watched the scene with amusement, it was always fun to see Red winning an argument. As soon as Ressler had left the office, Red turned to Liz. He leaned against the desk with his hands in his pockets.

"You told him, didn't you?"

"Told him what?"

God, no. I hate it when he sees right through me...

"You know what I'm talking about, sweetheart." he replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Fine, I told him about my...um, encounter with Samar. So what? He's my friend, no matter what you think of him."

"There's no reason to defend yourself, I just wanted to know if you told him."

"He kept asking if something was wrong, and you know I can't lie, so I was honest. Samar and Aram don't know that I talked about it and I hope it stays that way. And before you ask: no, I didn't tell him about our relationships."

"Good girl. The case will be solved in a few days, I trust in your abilities to take down this bastard, and tonight after work, you will come home to celebrate my return."

"Celebrate? What's there to celebrate?" she teased.

"I brought you something from Paris, my dear."

"What is it?"

"Oh, you really don't want me to tell you here. You couldn't concentrate on work for the rest of the day. My gift is not something you want your co-workers to see if you want to keep your sex life private."

Liz grinned at him, then blushed and looked away. Suddenly, the wallpaper seemed to be more interesting than to meet his predatory gaze...

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Liz had a hard time concentrating on work after Red had left. She felt like Ressler was suspecting something, but she kept telling herself that it didn't matter what he thought. There was no anti-fraternization policy, and by now, she was sure that all Ressler was thinking about today was how to prove her relationship with Red. She needed something to distract herself from thinking about tonight, so she finished her paperwork to be alone in the office while Ressler and Samar were out in the field.

A few hours later, it was 9 PM, she drove home, awaiting Red's gift impatiently.

THE END

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