Special thanks to pl3ase-tak3-m3-t0-w0nd3rland for helping get started with a ff account. This is my first officially uploaded fanfiction. I'm truly sorry if any character seems OOC. Hope you guys like!

They had just got the criminal Red told them about. This particular blacklisters' specialty was hanging his victims by their feet. With their wrists sliced wide open. You would think that the death would already be painful enough, yet he watched his victims while they slipped into unconsciousness. His face was scattered with freckles and one ice cold blue eye was slightly higher than the other. His eyes would also fleet from side to side like he couldn't control his own movements.

When they found him, he was just about to cut a decent sized slit in one of the victims, until Ressler jumped into action without warning, pummeling him to the ground. Causing the blade the blacklister was holding to fly in the air and knick Ressler's forehead. It wasn't too bad of a cut, but it wasn't a comfortable one either. Catching the criminal wasn't easy, it never was; but after a six hour hunt, they got him.

Elizabeth Keen waited in the car, watching her partner, Donald Ressler, talk to a female officer with blonde hair. More than likely about the capture of the blacklister. She wasn't paying much attention to them until she saw the female officer raise her small hand onto Ressler's forehead, right beside his new cut. Liz's face scrunched up in disapproval as she snorted to herself. Believe it or not, that small touch ticked her off. She was already tired as hell from running all around trying to catch the criminal; she didn't need more reason to be pissed. However small the reason was. She sighed and lied her head back on the seat. All the while thinking if she had to wait another five minutes, she would grab Ressler's ear and drag him to the car.

Then her thoughts took a different route. Ressler never takes this long talking to someone after a case. Usually he just skips to the important parts that need to be said and leaves. The only person he really talks to in detail about a case is her… and if anyone hasn't noticed, it was in fact, not her. It's been thirty minutes of him just talking to that damn woman. Why would he want to make this already long night longer with a pointless conversation that could wait until another day. Or never, if it was up to her. Then she wondered how she was still awake, and how he, who not to mention did most of the ass beating, was still standing. Liz wanted oh so bad to be in bed right now sleeping. Even if it had to be in a motel. So, she drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep. So much for dragging him to the car by his ear..

She was still sleeping until another ten minutes later, she heard the driver's door softly shut. She opened her eyes to see Ressler openly staring at her. She blinked up at him, confused, as he started to smile and chuckle. 'What the hell?' She looked away and yawned, now noticing she had slightly drooled while she was asleep. 'Seriously? Drool is what he's smiling about?' She wiped it off quickly, noting that he still hadn't looked away. She waited a few more seconds for him to stop, but he didn't. She cleared her throat.

"What, Res? You took forever and I was tired. What took you so long, anyways?" She slightly squinted wondering what he was really gawking at. He's seen her before in a situation similar to this one. A case had gotten so long she just couldn't keep her eyes open. With her drooling and head nodding from side to side occasionally. So, why exactly was he staring?

He instantly dropped his already small smile and closed his eyes. Did he really make her wait that long?

"Shit, sorry Liz. I didn't know i took so long."

She sighed impatiently. Of course he didn't, he wasn't the one waiting. As she looked out the window, she noticed there was nobody else there except for them and one other police car, hich she assumed belonged to the woman Ressler had just got done talking to. He finally took his eyes off of her and looked straight, lifting his large calloused hand to put the keys into the ignition. Then he started backing up and looked over at her and found that she was already drifting to the peaceful darkness of sleep. H felt sorry for her. If he'd been faster, she would've already been at her hotel, fast asleep.

All the sudden there was a honk, and Liz, who was almost asleep, jolted upright and looked to were the sound came from. She saw that the woman was waving from the inside of her police car, but the wave wasn't directed at her, it was for Ressler. She forced herself not to flip the womn off for startling her. Then she turned to look at Ressler and he had his hand up in an unmoving wave… and he was laughing. She was furious.

"What is wrong with you, Res? Her eyebrows were knitted together in anger. He was still laughing because of her little jumpy scare and she pinched his arm like a five year old child. If he wanted to play immature, she could too.

"Ouch…" He said while rubbing his arm, now chuckling.

"Shut up." She replied trying not to smile.

It didn't take too long to get to her motel, but she was already passed out… again. Since it was partly his fault she was so tired, he opened his door and walked to the other side of the car. He then opened Liz's door, unbuckled her, and picked her up bridal style. He made his way through the motel and found her room, 46. Since she was in his arms, he had a hard time getting out the spare room key she had given him when she'd first started staying here. He always kept it in his pocket, just in case she ever needed him, and he guesses it finally came of good use.

He slid the key in the keyhole and turned the nob. When inside, he backed up against the door and shut it with his foot. He walked over to the bed, gently putting her down and tugged the comforter until he could cover her in it. When she was all wrapped up and warm, he had to fight the urge to leave a small kiss on her forehead. So he just sat there, looking a the one woman he truly undoubtedly cared about. His thoughts of her were suddenly broken when he heard a tired voice.

"Ressler, you're doing it again."

He swallowed and licked his bottom lip nervously. He tried to hide his embarrassment, but failed miserably.

"Doing what?" He chuckled. He knew what he was doing, it'd be obvious to a blind man, but he wanted to know for sure what was going on through her head.

"Staring at me… I know I look like a grizzly bear sleeping, but you don't need to rub it in."

Ressler laughed and shook his head.

"Liz you do not look like a grizzly bear. Not at all."

"Oh really? What do I look like then?" She replied, opening her eyes to see his response. He was caught of guard from which should just be an easy question.

"You uhh.. look like a Liz." He smiled lightly. She rolled her eyes in jest and smiled back.

"What exactly does 'a Liz' look like to you, Res?"

He sighed and decided to tell her the first thing that came to mind.

"Perfect."

She blushed into a crimson red color at his confession and watched him as he started to back away towards the door.

"Goodnight, Liz." He whispered.

"Goodnight, Res." She whispered back wishing he could just stay with her. She listened to the door open and close, then to his footsteps which were getting farther and farther away. She lay in bed thinking about how the man who ha just made her feel so aggravated had just made her feel so incredible. All by one word. Of course in the past, Tom had told her she was perfect and all that gooey love stuff… but the word coming from Ressler's mouth, made her heart melt.

For the first time of many that day, she fell asleep happy.