[Sarah]

“I have never cared about what you need.” Your voice sounded harsh behind unshed tears.

He sighed and stood and closed the distance between you. His hand came up and he cradled your face gently. His thumb stroked over your cheek. “I want you.”

You shook your head minutely. “I don’t know if I could bear it.” It was easy to let everything else become a vacuum. You knew his attentions were still everywhere at once. He never could afford to lose some part of his surroundings.

[Sarah]

He frowned. Whatever he was going to say was going to hurt him. You were grateful he chose to say nothing. “Do you know who the mole is?” you asked. Harold had walked up when Red grabbed you. Any distraction from this public display was good. Red’s tongue slipped over his lip, but he dropped his hand and stepped back. You forced yourself not to follow after him.

“How do you know it was a mole?” He asked in return.

“Because this is a black site.” Also, they had one of the world’s most wanted criminals. This place wasn’t just a black site.

[Sarah]

A woman came down the elevator then. You didn’t recognize her, but you recognized her posture and the way she walked and the look in her eyes. Somewhere along the way she was in charge of your position within the government. You watched her eyes scan the room and scan it again. She looked surprised to see Reddington.

A bad feeling settled in your stomach as she and her few staff stopped a few short feet away from where you and Harold and Red were stood.

[Sarah]

“Diane?” Harold greeted in question.

“Harold.” Her own tone was clipped. She barely spared him a glance. Instead her eyes were on you. You felt all eyes on you and you wished they weren’t.  “You’re one of our foreign assets,” she noted. There was a strange interest in her voice. She was probably wondering what the hell you were doing in a state-side black site. She frowned. “Harold you seem to have everything under control. We’ll have this meeting late,” she instructed. “Come on.” She was speaking to you now. Diane turned her back and began walking out. You stayed still.

[Sarah]

One of her staff notified her you were not following. “Oh, this is going to be interesting,” Red spoke up. You forced yourself to look at the ground.

“Do you want me to inquire exactly how and why you’re here?” she asked. You sighed at your feet and forced yourself to remain outwardly neutral before you looked to her.

“Make your inquiry,” you challenged smoothly. She looked taken aback and you knew she had to be frustrated to read nothing from you. You knew Red was too good to give anything away either, or he wasn’t, you weren’t looking. Eventually she nodded and left.

[Sarah]

“Out!” Harold shouted. You watched the few dozen people still in the black site look at each other and then gather their things. Whatever protocol was, whatever was supposed to happen after a breach, whatever this place was supposed to look like, you’d upended it completely. Only a handful of people remained.

“I want an explanation,” Harold demanded. He was looking at you. You threw your hands up in exasperation. You were certain you’d told your side of events at least three times since the break in had been contained.

[Sarah]

You folded your arms over your chest and clamped your mouth closed. Everyone in the room was met with your glare before you settled it back on Harold. “As much as I’m sure we’d all like that its been a long day. You’ve let everyone else go. I need to make sure Luli’s family is okay,” Red said.

“You’re free to leave,” Harold said, “she is not.”

You raised a brow at that. Harold was beginning to lean toward resentment in his alignment to you. Currently though he was in disregard. You looked to Red. You found he was already staring at you.

[Sarah]

He nodded shortly. An understanding came between you. The same understanding you had always had. His eyes glazed over to Harold. “I will be taking her with me. If you have questions, I imagine she would be comfortable giving Lizzy whatever information she has not already given.”

“Who is she to you?” the woman who had helped you to the bathrooms before asked. Red looked to her. His tongue flicked over his lips before he pursed them.

“A guardian angel.”