The ambulance pulls up in front of a non-descript warehouse. The paramedics quickly open the back and pull out the gurney. Ressler follows behind them. As he enters the warehouse, medical personnel rush forward to meet the gurney and Keen disappears behind plastic sheeting into what he can only assume is a mobile operating room. A Reddington special.

Within seconds, he hears Reddington's gravelly voice behind him. "Donald. What did Tom Keen tell you?"

Ressler turns and stares at Reddington, who returns the stare, unblinking. He's not sure how much to trust the man, honestly, despite everything that's happened. His loyalties are to Liz, not to Reddington. It doesn't feel right to be talking to him about Tom without her there. But the little he knows, he's already shared with her and there's not much to say, anyway.

"I don't know much. He passed out before he could explain. All he said is that he trusted the wrong person, and to tell Liz he's sorry."

Reddington purses his lips, nods, and picks up his hat. "I assume Elizabeth is on her way?" Ressler nods. "Very well. But Donald – as I cautioned you earlier – do not let Tom Keen out of your sight. At least not until I return. Do I have your word?"

Ressler nods again. He can't imagine Keen trying to go anywhere anytime soon in his current condition. The relationship between Reddington and Tom Keen is another thing he can't begin to comprehend. The way Reddington is so protective towards Liz? He can't believe Tom Keen is still walking around. But that's another thing that's none of his business. In fact, he wishes desperately that none of this was his business right now. Damn all Keens.

He watches Reddington's fedora retreat and then turns his attention back to the operating room in front of him. He's no doctor, but he can sense the urgency as the medical personnel tend to Tom. Honestly, he's not sure whether to hope the guy makes it or not. He's been trying to keep his distance ever since Liz went back to him after her release. It's too hard to watch. Even if she still loves her ex – despite all of it, everything he's done to her - he can't help but feel she's making a huge mistake. Baby or no baby.

Moments later, he senses her presence in the warehouse even before she's beside him.

"What's going on?" He can hear her breathing rapidly behind him.

"I don't know. He's in surgery from what I can tell. He lost a lot of blood. Reddington was here, but he left." He turns to look at her and sees her face pale and drawn with worry.

"Come on, Liz." He grabs her elbow gently and pulls her over to a nearby chair. She's got no business being on her feet looking like she does. And he has a feeling they will be waiting a while. Another chair materializes next to him and he looks up at one of Reddington's private security men and nods gratefully as he sits down next to her.

"Look, Liz – I don't know what Tom's been into. I couldn't ask him much given his condition. But whatever it is, you have to look out for you – and your child."

She looks up at him, unshed tears sparkling in her eyes. "I know," she whispers. "He said he was trying to get a job – as a teacher again – to get us away from all of this…" she gestures with her hand, " away from…Reddington."

Ressler clenches his jaw, exasperated. "A teacher? Really, Liz? C'mon. The guy's got more aliases than you or I could ever figure out. He's done things you can't even begin to comprehend. What business does he have….."

He stops as he sees her face fall. This is not what she needs from him right now. He takes a deep breath. "Ok, ok. I'm sorry. I just … I just want you to be safe. That's all."

She buries her face in her hands. He hesitates for a moment, but then cautiously wraps an arm around her shoulders. She leans into his chest and he rubs her back gently as she cries. As he holds her, his anger towards Tom Keen only grows. How dare he. He hopes the man has a damn good explanation for tonight's events because right now, he'd like nothing more than to take him apart with his bare hands for causing Liz all this anguish.

She eventually stops crying but she doesn't pull away. He can hear the beeps and whirs of the machinery and various voices in the operating room. Finally, a doctor emerges from the plastic sheeting and peels off his mask. Liz finally lifts her head and he sees confused recognition on her face.

"Nik? What are you...how is he?"

The doctor, a tall man with olive skin and slightly greying temples, meets her gaze. "It was close. But I think he's going to make it. He nicked an artery but we were able to repair it." He turns to Ressler and extends his hand,

"Nik Korpal. And you are?"

"Donald Ressler. I take it you two know each other?" Ressler glances at Liz, who nods and then turns back to Nik.

"Nik - what are you doing here?"

The doctor sighs. "Reddington made me part of his medical team after you called me in to dig that bullet out of his chest last year. Tom tried to warn me - I should have listened."

Liz touches the doctor's arm. "I'm sorry Nik. I never meant for you to get dragged into this. Can I see him?"

The doctor nods but as Liz gets up he looks startled at the sight of her noticeably pregnant belly. "You're pregnant? Wow. I had no idea." She nods and disappears through the curtain, leaving Ressler alone with the doctor.

"You're Liz's partner, right? I saw you on the news when you were hunting her."

Ressler nods. Former partner. But no need to point that out.

The doctor continues, "When I saw her last year she and Tom didn't seem like they were...together. And then she was all over the news as a fugitive and now she's having a kid, huh?" The doctors shakes his head. "Hard to believe.""

"Yeah. Tell me about it." The words come out before he can stop himself.

The doctor snorts. "Well, Liz has always been full of surprises."

"Yeah." Ressler turns to look at the doctor. "How do you two know each other?"

"We were seeing each other a few years ago. Pretty seriously. But she turned down my marriage proposal after she met Tom."

Ressler shakes his head. So she turned down the good doctor to take up with the spy. Some things he will never understand.

"You here as FBI tonight? Or just a friend?" The doctor looks at him questioningly.

"Just a friend," Ressler responds, evenly. The doctor nods and turns away. "I'll be back to check on him shortly. He'll be knocked out for a while."

Ressler pushes through the plastic sheeting. Tom is intubated and hooked up to a whole bunch of machines. Liz is seated next to him, her hand over his. She looks up as he enters.

"You ok?" he asks. She nods and sighs. "I just wish I knew what happened."

"We'll get answers when he's awake, Liz." I'll make sure of that. He retreats back to his chair outside the plastic sheeted room. He leans back against the wall and closes his eyes. His stomach rumbles and he remembers his abandoned dinner. No hospital cafeteria here.

He must be imagining things but he could swear he smells Thai food. He opens his eyes and looks around and sees Mr. Kaplan striding briskly towards him, a plastic bag in hand.

"I took the liberty of replacing your dinner, Agent Ressler. Thought it might be a long night for you. Everything is in order at your apartment." She holds out the bag and his keys and he takes them gratefully.

"Thank you."

She nods and walks over to confer with one of Reddington's men. He peers in the bag and notices that there's plenty of food for two. He pushes his head through the plastic sheeting once more and Liz looks up, wearily.

"You hungry?" He holds up the bag. "Mr. Kaplan brought supplies."

She smiles faintly and nods and comes out to join him. He drags their chairs over to a makeshift table and he unloads the food. He studies her as she picks at her plate, dark circles under her eyes, paler than usual. Maybe just the strain of pregnancy, but still – something seems off.

"What's going on, Keen?" he asks softly. She looks up, startled, and looks down again just as quickly. She blinks rapidly as she stares at her plate. He reaches across the table and takes her hand. "Hey, Liz. It's me. C'mon. What's going on?"

"I wish I knew." She shakes her head. "One minute I feel like – I'm back with the man I married the first time, who I loved. And the next minute – it's like I don't know who he is anymore. I keep asking myself – is he lying to me again? Or telling the truth? I mean – he did so much that he didn't have to do. But then something like this….I just don't know what to believe and it's making me crazy."

He squeezes her hand. "I'm going to help you get answers, Liz. And if he's playing you again... I swear…" She smiles and returns the squeeze. "Thank you."