If I wouldn’t, I’d be done with all of the fanfics available XD
6. Do you prefer longer or shorter fanfics?
I’ve gotten into several very long, multi-chapter Grester fanfics, so I definitely enjoy the long ones. But I love the short ones as well, especially as a small read on the go (because I binge-read series/mulit-chapter stories which ends with me being up till 4AM telling myself to “only read one more chapter”)
Tag 5 fanfic-readers to do this tag! Spread it!
I tag the keenler squad: @natasharomanaov, @pl3as3-tak3-m3-t0-w0nd3rland, @dramadork884, @sergeantdodds, @ididn-tknowwhereelsetogo, @audreybidwell, @shores-and-life-worlds-away, @obi-wantsome, @thedoctor-claraoswald, @steele-w0lf and @agentresslrs
Prompt: An angsty one shot based on 3x05 where Ressler thinks Liz is dead.
Here you go, I hope you enjoy, it’s kind of short, I wrote it in Starbucks lol. Enjoy and keep sending me prompts!!
When they roll the TV into the testimony, he is eternally confused.
It had been long enough, and if they were here to show the jury the video evidence he had spent the past few weeks over analyzing, he may as well throw a book at the damn woman. He was sick and tired of Reven’s girlfriend; from the first time he laid eyes on her he knew they were going to have a problem. He wasn’t expecting the confused look on her face when she saw the two men roll the cart up to the front.
“What is going on?” she asked, and suddenly an uneasy feeling filled his stomach.
“We’re sorry to interrupt, ma’am,” the man on the left said as he finished rolling the cart. “But this is something that you must see.”
He rolled his eyes in annoyance. It was obvious that it was just more evidence to prove that Liz was guilty and an attempt to get him to work closely with the CIA.
The man turned on the TV, and he heard Reven huff in annoyance behind him.
What he saw made his stomach drop.
“We have photograph evidence that international fugitive Elizabeth Keen has been killed,” the female reporter said, er lips pressed in a thin line.
No, he thought. There was no way in hell Reddington would allow her to die.
“The next few images are sensitive material and not for the weak of stomach,” she warned as the screen changed.
There, in eerily real evidence, was a picture of Liz lying in a pool of her own blood. Her skin was paler than he had ever seen it, and her eyes were closed.
His breath hitched, and suddenly he wasn’t seeing his partner, but Audrey bleeding out in his arms, with nothing he could do to stop it. He began to hyperventilate, his hands shaking as he attempted to smooth his hair back in an attempt to appear okay. He hadn’t even told her how much she meant to him, the last thing he told her was that he didn’t believe her, even when he spent all of his nights wishing that she would come back. He was infuriated with Reddington; it was his fault that he would never see her smile again, or witness her laugh at one of his dry attempts at humor.
“Agent Ressler,” a voice hissed. It sounded like it was trying to reach him through layers of water and mud, his ears weren’t having it.
“Ressler!” the same voice said, grasping one of his shaking hands.
“Yes ma’am,” he said after a moment, looking at the figure of Reven Wright standing before him.
He hadn’t realized that the entire court room had become complete chaos in his self-reflection moment.
“Get on the phone with the task force, I want to know what the hell happened to Redddington,” she ordered, releasing his hand now that she was sure he was paying attention to her.
“Yes ma’am,” he said, attempting to slip his mask back in place.
She motioned to the door before spinning around to talk to the CIA director.
He attempted to walk at a normal pace, trying to refrain from running. He slipped out of the court room, and headed directly to the police man positioned to the right of the door.
“Where’s the bathroom?” he asked, trying to keep his voice from sounding to earnest.
“Take a left at the end of the hallway and the men’s room is on your right,” he replied, and Ressler was amazed at how stoic he was. Liz had died, the whole world should be grieving.
“Thank you,” he muttered, following the guard’s instructions.
He barely made it into the bathroom before the first sob escaped his chest. Dragging himself into the handicapped stall, he sank to the ground, clutching his knees to his chest.
He had loved her, but never had the chance to tell her. Who was going to remind him to not give in to his addiction now?
He sobbed for a while, resting his head on top of his knees. There was no one to comfort him now; once again, he had lost the only thing he cared about. It was bad enough that his mother called him nearly every day in order to ensure that he was okay with hunting the woman he never shut up about, but now there was no way that he would ever see her again.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and attempting to soothe his breathing, he fumbled to answer it.
“Ressler,” he answered, his voice fractured from crying.
“It’s Samar,” a familiar voice said, and he nearly started to cry again.
“Who did it?” he asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.
“It’s not real,” she said.
He forgot how to breathe.
“Ressler?” she asked after a few moments, and he gasped for breath.
“What do you mean?”
“Reddington set it up so that the bounty for her murder would disappear,” she responded. “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you sooner.”
“She’s okay?” he asked, his voice a mere whisper.
“Okay as she could possibly be, I spoke with her this morning,” Samar answered, her voice taking on a caring tone.
He hung up, and let out a sob in relief.
Next time he saw her, he would make sure to tell her. The prospect of living without her was terrifying, he had discovered, and he wanted to make sure she knew it so that there was no chance of it happening again.
After all, she deserved to be reminded that there were people in her life that did care about her without a hidden agenda.
He exited the stall and splashed some water in his face to try and diminish the irritated skin surrounding his eyes.
southernbelleeee tagged me to do this (like a week ago but it didn’t show up in my tags)
1. Playing video games.
2. My friends (who are mainly all online, but the occasional IRL too :P)
3. Cosplaying!
4. Playing my guitar/piano
5. Going for long walks
6. Cats.
7. My job. (I actually love it.)
8. Nerf wars!
9. Thunderstorms.
9. Pulling someone out of a bad mood. <3
10. Making youtube videos. (When I actually can/do... :P)
11. Acting. (I really need to get back into that...)
12. Reading.
13. Photography!
14. Modelling? (Or at least, I feel like I’ll enjoy it? I’m just trying to start... O_o)
15. Fail compilations (I’m slightly evil like that :P)
