So, this is the plot bunny of doom that I was talking about. This is Part One.
Summary: When Liz is captured by the task force who is being
controlled by the Cabal, Jacob doesn’t take no for an answer when he
offers to go in with Reddington’s team to rescue her.
He didn’t trust Reddington, and
that’s what it boiled down to. Liz needed space to sort through
everything that had happened, and he… Well, Jacob needed to figure who
he was outside of the operative he had been for the last twenty years
of his life. He had hidden behind so many masks that he wasn’t quite
sure who he was out from behind them. It hurt to leave without her, but
at least he had known that she cared about him. It gave him hope.
news that he received late one morning about a rumoured movement and a
certain fugitive from the FBI did not. Jacob had gone straight back to
his boat and pulled a burner phone from a drawer, dialing three numbers
before he finally received an answer from the other end, and it hadn’t
been one he was comfortable with. Yes, they had been compromised, Dembe
told him, and yes, Elizabeth had been captured. No, Reddington would not
speak to him. He was putting together a rescue team as quickly as he
could pull them together. The Concierge of Crime’s most trusted man did,
however, leave Jacob with the knowledge that she was being held in DC
and enough information that the former operative could find his way to
them. Thankfully he wasn’t too far away.
That was how Jacob found
himself striding into the middle of Reddington’s rescue operation, all
guns in the room immediately turned on him and he didn’t miss the subtle
look of approval in Dembe’s eyes as he leaned to speak directly into
Reddington’s ear. Jacob recognized the man that motioned for a few of
the others to lower their weapons as Baz that had led the fight against
the Cabal in his warehouse when they had come for Reddington a few
months before. He offered a nod in Jacob’s direction and Reddington
looked ready to have a conniption. “I’ll say this one time, Tom: leave.”
the younger man said firmly. “They’ve taken her and I’m not just going
to sit back and hope you’ve got things under control.”
bristled, and Jacob could see that, while he was probably hiding it more
than he was showing it, the situation had gotten to him. This was a man
that had successfully evaded both the government and the Cabal for as
long as Jacob had been in the business. He was good, and there was no
way to question that. Dembe hadn’t gone into details about exactly what
had happened, but it must have blindsided them foriz to have been taken.
“I don’t trust you, Tom, therefore I have no interest in risking my people going in with you.”
guess is you need as many boots in the ground as you can get,” Jacob
said sensibly, glancing back to Baz to receive the barest of nods in
return. “If I had any interest in hurting your people, Reddington, I
would have done it at the warehouse during the shootout. I don’t have
anything against these guys, and they’re going in the rescue Liz. I’m
going to go in after her, and I’d rather not waste time standing here
and arguing with you about if I’m working with your people or around
Reddington’s eyes were fixed on him, assessing the
situation at a speed that even Jacob had to be slightly impressed with.
He looked up, though, as the door opened and three people entered. One
was a blond man that Jacob thought worked alongside Baz, the second was
Mr Kaplan, and the third was a young man that looked utterly terrified
as they pulled the bag from his head. Reddington’s expression shifted
instantly at the sight of him and a smile spread. “Agent Mojtabai. Glad
you could make it.”
“I was… They…” The young agent pulled in a
steadying breath and his expression grew more determined. “Mr
Reddington, are you going to break Agent Keen out?”
The smile grew. “Yes, I am. And you’re going to help me.”
“They’re holding her under heavy security at the Post Office. I’m sorry, but I’m not sure I could be much help with-”
I wouldn’t have you inside the Post Office, would I? I’m sure you’ll do
just fine from right here. Mr Kaplan, would you be so kind as to show
Agent Mojtabai to his set up while I handle this… complication?”
Kaplan nodded, watching Jacob carefully as she motioned the man he know
knew must be Aram Mojtabai further into the warehouse they stood in,
and he thought he heard him ask if Jacob was who he thought he was.
smile instantly faded and he reached out, guiding the former operative
away from the main group. “As much as it pains me to say it, I don’t
have time to argue this point with you. Since Dembe took it on himself
to lead you here,I have two options: either I let you accompany my men
in to rescue Elizabeth or I put a bullet in your head here and now.” He
frowned a little. “Though Lizzie might never forgive me if I did, so
I’ll let the Cabal do that for me. I doubt I need to stress just how
expendable you are to me. They would do me a favour by taking you out.
Are we clear?”
Jacob tilted his head a little, studying the older
man. This wasn’t about them. This was about Liz and getting her out
safely. “We’re clear.”
“Wonderful,” Reddington answered with a
smile that couldn’t possibly be real. “Speak to Baz about what he needs
from you. I understand you two fought together the last time it came
down to it with these people.”
“We did.” He paused, eyeing the
older man carefully. It wasn’t ideal, but they would have to work
together to save her. And they would save her. They had to.
had never thought that she would see the inside of the box. At least
not without a way out. There she was, though, sitting inside of it like
she was some great threat, and they probably thought she was. Daughter
of a KGB agent, hand-picked by Raymond Reddington, and she had killed
the US Attorney General. The sound of the gun going off, the recoil,
everything stayed with her, but it had been like she hadn’t had control.
Her friends were in danger and instinct had pushed her. Or memories.
She wasn’t quite sure which one.
The boat. The boat. Why didn’t you just get on his boat?
sighed. It wasn’t the first time since she had walked out that she had
kicked herself. Tom would have taken her, she knew, but he had also been
willing to let her go to do what she felt needed to be done. The fact
that he couldn’t help her… She wondered just what kind of target he
had on his back from his former handler. He had left, and she hadn’t
heard from him since. She wondered if he even knew what had happened, or
did he imagine that she had cleared her name and just hadn’t called?
hadn’t even told him that she loved him. Now she didn’t think she would
get that chance. They wouldn’t keep her alive. First chance they had
they would put a bullet in her head and take her out of the equation.
former agent looked up at the sound of footsteps outside of the box and
a familiar face came into focus. Ressler looked like he’d barely slept
in weeks and she felt a pang of guilt at the tightness in his
expression. He had asked her not to run, but he didn’t know what she
did. She hadn’t told any of them, and now she was paying for it.
“Keen,” he greeted, his voice tired and chilled in a way she hadn’t heard it since her first weeks with the task force.
“Ressler, I know what they’re saying, but you have to believe me. I-”
have to believe you?” he echoed, and there was genuine hurt in his
voice. “You’ve done nothing but lie and run, Keen. You… Do you know
the position you’ve put me in?”
“I’m sorry. I know… I know that doesn’t even begin to cover it, but-”
right. It doesn’t. After you left we found a whole lot more that you
covered up. Bank accounts, connections to criminal activities, and-”
“The Cabal is setting me up, Ressler.”
“Do you get how crazy that sounds?”
seen all the craziness that’s come through here. Are you really telling
me that it’s out of the realm of possibilities? The paper-”
“Retracted their article. It was a hoax, Liz.”
She felt her shoulders slump. Her own partner didn’t believe her.
Ressler frowned deeply. “Do yourself a favour, Keen, and figure out the truth. Quickly. You’ll need it.”
turned, leaving her alone with her guards again. She had the truth.
That wasn’t the issue. The issue was that no one believed her.
“You’re Agent Keen’s husband, aren’t you?”
glanced over from where he’d been going over some schematics for blind
spots and weak links they could take advantage of from the layout of the
Post Office to where they believed they were keeping Liz. Aram - who
was working on the technical end of getting them inside - was looking at
him with a wide eyed expression that held no small amount of discomfort
just below the surface.
He cleared his throat. “Or, ex husband, I guess?”
“That’s me, yeah.”
“She used to keep a photo on her desk, back when you guys were married. That’s how I recognized you.”
That pulled a small smile from the former operative. “She mentioned you once or twice. I hear you’re good.”
gave a nervous sort of laugh. “I guess. Is it.. Can I ask you a
question?” He waited until Jacob nodded before continuing. “Mr
Reddington said something about… Well, that Agent Keen had… kept you
on a boat…”
His voice grew less and less certain as he spoke
and Jacob leaned back in his chair, front legs coming off the floor and
he balanced back. “That’s true.”
The computer wiz looked like he’d
just confirmed something he would have rathered not known, even if he
had been the one to ask. “So why…”
“Why am I risking my life to
go after her?” Jacob asked and Aram nodded. The former operative dropped
his chair back to the floor, stood, and spun it around to sit backwards
in it and face Liz’s friend and look him in the eye. “Because I know
that’s not her. She’s better than that. Liz is a good person.”
“You still love her,” Aram breathed.
I do.” Jacob glanced behind him to where the others were working on
preparations. Expendable was what Reddington had called him. He was
choosing to go into this firefight, support the others going in, but
likely wouldn’t receive a great deal of support himself. It was
something he had to make peace with. They didn’t have the luxury of too
much time. With a sigh, he turned back to the young man that was still
watching him. “Can I get you to do something for me?”
“Uhh… I guess?”
chuckled at the uncertainty as he dug deep into his pocket. “Liz is
getting out of there tonight, one way or the other. Me… maybe not. If I
don’t get out, can you give her something for me?”
answered, a little more certain this time as Jacob reached out, a chain
resting in his open hand with a ring fastened to it. “Is that your
“Yeah. Just… get it to her if I don’t come back, would you?” He swallowed hard. “And tell her I love her?”
“I’m sure everyone will get out just fine. I mean… These guys are really good, right?”
Jacob smiled tightly. “They are. I’m just covering my bases, you know?”
“Keen, we’re packing up,” Baz called over and he stood, offering Aram a nod of appreciation as he turned to join them.
“Uh… Mr Keen? Could you do me a favour too?”
Jacob stopped, waiting. “Yeah?” he prompted after a moment.
an agent…Agent Navabi. Samar. If you happen to run into her could
you… Is there any way you could… I really don’t want to see her
A small smile tugged at Jacob’s lips. “We’re going to keep
the casualty level as low as we can. These are Liz’s people, but yeah.
I’ll watch out for her.”
Aram loosed a long breath. “Thank you.”
“Keen,” Baz called again and this time he walked when he turned. It was time to get Liz out.
Notes: While this is being posted in Truth in the Lies, it will be in
2 to 3 parts. depending on where it goes from here. I have a general
outline in my head, but just not sure quite how long it will get. Stay
tuned for the next part!