He sat in his apartment staring at the wall. It was the Conference Finals for hockey but not even that could divert his attention for the last two hours. He looked down at the notes scattered across his coffee table and sighed deeply. Notes on her… her potential whereabouts. He closed his eyes and pinched his nose hard. Thoughts of that day danced through his head every time he found himself alone. Thoughts of how he could've changed the outcome… how he could've helped her more.

He heard a message come through on his cell phone and immediately opened his eyes, drastically searching to see who it was from. He hated doing this to himself… allowing his hopes to get up like he had every single time someone called or texted him at an unexpected hour. And every time he was let down.

Liz hadn't made contact with him. Not since the phone call where she told him Cooper hadn't shot Connolly. Not since he told her he would hunt her down.

He wished he could take those words back. He wished he could have re-phrased them to let her know, to make her understand, that hunting her was the last thing he could ever fathom himself doing.

But here he sat. Four months later, leading the task force against her. Her and Raymond Reddington.

The message on the phone was from Aram. It was labeled as urgent and Ressler immediately dialed the agent's cell phone back.

"Ressler, good you called back."

"What is it Aram? Did you find something?" Ressler hoped the desperation in his voice didn't show through.

"Actually, Agent Ressler. Yes. I did."

He sat up straight on the couch and turned the volume down on his television.

"Tell me Aram."

"Ok. So remember when I first met Red and he threatened to kill me if I couldn't find Berlin's daughter? Well, I remember, through my tears, him saying how much he liked this 1989 Chateau Petrus red wine from France. There aren't too many of them left in the world. So a few weeks ago I put a tag in the system to alert me if anyone purchased or shipped a bottle of that particular wine….And guess what was just ordered and delivered to Dublin, Ireland?"

"The wine?" Ressler got up from his couch and ran to get his keys.

"Aram, meet me at the office in 20 minutes."

"Of course, Agent Ressler." The phone call ended and Ressler grabbed his keys and headed out of the door.

It was the first lead on Liz & Red that the task force had since they had gone on the run. When he got to his car, he could feel his heart beating out of his chest. If Red was really in Ireland and ordering bottles of his favorite wine, that means that he was okay.

That meant that Liz was okay.

…..

He rushed into the Post Office and walked up the stairs to his office. It still felt weird… his office.

He was so used to sharing a space with Keen. So used to not having much privacy, to bouncing off ideas with her and the other agents. Ressler knew that taking over the task force would be hard. But he didn't realize how lonely it would be as well.

A few minutes later, he heard a knock on his door and yelled for Aram to step in.

The agent looked like he had just awakened from a deep sleep and Ressler couldn't help but chuckle. At least someone on the team was able to sleep…

"Agent Ressler, it looks like the hit on the wine is being delivered to a PO Box near the eastern coast of Ireland", Aram said as he put his computer on Ressler's desk so the agent could see the location.

"I haven't been able to find out much about who owns the box. But hopefully in a few hours I can see if the trail leads to Red."

Ressler shook his head. "We may not have a few hours. I need to get on a plane now."

"Agent Ressler, this lead could mean nothing. I'm sure Reddington isn't the only person alive to invest in a good bottle of this wine."

But Ressler was already grabbing some files and the spare suitcase he kept hidden underneath his desk.

"It could mean nothing… or everything." He looked over at Aram and stopped in his tracks.

"This is the first good lead we've had in two months. If we're wrong, then that's fine. But I can't sit back and wait. I need to find her…. I mean them."

"I understand", Aram nodded and smiled. "But at least take Samar with you. Who knows what criminals Red may be around right now. We need to find Keen & Red but we also have to be smart about it."

Ressler turned towards Aram and grimaced. "I'll let you know as soon as I get on a flight and I'll keep you updated on any information I find."

He watched Agent Ressler walk out of the office and stop at the door.

"And listen Aram, no one knows about this but you and me? Until I know for sure, this stays between us. It's the weekend. No one is expecting me back again until Monday. Got it?"

Aram nodded and picked up his phone to dial.

"Samar…. Yeah, I know it's late. Look, I got a lead on Liz & Red and Ressler is heading there now. Alone….. You need to follow him to Ireland."