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Lizzie stood frozen, dumbfounded by what Red had just revealed to her. Tom had told her half-truths; those that appeared to make himself look good and Red look bad. She was heartbroken, the ONE person she had grown to trust, the only person she had thought she could truly rely on, had been the cause of all that was wrong with her life. He had been the root of everything, the whole reason her life was a shambles.

He continued, "It became rather apparent that you were in far worse danger than I had ever anticipated when Tom went to work for Berlin. He was quite willing to pay a handsome price for Tom's intel on you… and me. I feared for your life. I believe I will always do whatever I feel I have to do to keep you alive, and that includes, but is by no means limited to, turning myself into the FBI."

She could feel her face getting warmer and her blood pressure beginning to rise.

"WHAT THE HELL?! You what? You're responsible? For all of the pain, the misery, the HELL I have gone through for the last three years? How could you?" She felt so deflated, alone. She wondered who there was left to trust. Tom had lied, and now it appeared that Reddington was admitting to having done the same. Or was he?

"Lizzie, please let me explain, you really need to hear me out..." Red pleaded with her.

She cut him off. "NO! DAMMIT Reddington! I trusted you!" The only time she called him 'Reddington' anymore was when she was angry with him. Like a tide, her anger rose up in her throat again and her voice cracked. "Just go. I'm done." She turned to walk away when she heard the unexpected shot. It was a sniper shot, she could tell that much.

Dembe roared "NO! RAYMOND!"

Lizzie swung back around, she watched in horror as Reddington collapsed to the ground. More shots were fired, shooting out the windows in Lizzie's SUV, and deflating the two passenger side tires. She returned fire, knowing full well that she was not going to hit anyone, or anything, but she just knew she needed to provide cover. She saw that Dembe had been able to drag Red's body to safety, using the Mercedes as a shield. When she got to the two of them, she heard Dembe muttering what sounded like a prayer in his native language. He grabbed Lizzie's hands and placed them on Red's chest, over his heart. There was blood coming from his chest and mouth. She could feel his heartbeat grow weaker with every thump. Everything seemed to go silent around her, as if someone had just set off a flash bomb. She was swimming in thoughts; time felt like it was about to stop forever.

She was frozen, unable to move, or even think.