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helplessly-nonstop · 5 years

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A Thief of Hearts(And Jewels) (S.Rollins smut)

Well, my discord chat and I was up to some of our usual antics and somehow we ended up on the idea of the Shield as criminals. So I took the idea and ran with it. So here we are! This is a jewel thief/FBI AU!

Warnings: use of handcuffs, smut, lil bit of angst, sprinkle of fluff, sort of humorous sex..., taking a shower together, mentions of not pulling out, I think that’s it

WC: 3889 words

I’m a robbery agent for the Cincinnati field office for the FBI and one team of criminals that I haven't been able to catch is the Ruby Robbers. It was the team of Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns and no matter how close I got to catching those handsome bastards, they managed to slip from my grasp every fucking time.

I huffed and slammed my hands on my desk, growling in annoyance. Seth Rollins, my partner, glanced up and raised an eyebrow, questioning, “You okay there, beautiful?” I let out a soft cry then whined,”I don’t get it. How the hell are they so far ahead of me? As soon as I get to the robbery, it’s like someone already tipped them off.”

“They’re criminals, Y/L/N. What do you expect?” I huffed, annoyed at his rationality, then I muttered, “I dunno. Maybe I was hoping for an easier criminal team to catch? Couldn’t they be a little less.. I don’t know, smart? I mean, who’s actually heard of a smart jewel thief? Most of them just gets caught on their first heist. These guys have hit almost every museum from Boston, all the way over to San Diego, down to New Orleans, but they always seem to come back here. Why? They’ve robbed one bank for a ruby. I just don’t get it.”

“Maybe you should think more like a criminal, get inside their heads.” I stared at Rollins for a moment then he raised an eyebrow at me, asking, “What? You don’t like my idea?” I blinked slowly at him then answered slowly, “Actually… I think you’re onto something, Seth. But the question is how do I think like a criminal?”

“Study the crimes scenes. Analyze how they made off with the rubies and how they got away. Break down the banks and museums then put yourself in their places, get inside their heads.”he suggested, passing me an entire stack of maps. I stared at all of the papers then replied,”Well, it was your idea, so you’re helping me think like a criminal.”

“What? Me? Why me? Why couldn’t you pick Becky? She’s more likely to be a criminal!” Seth protested then the Irish woman appeared, slapping her friend on the back of the head.

“Dat’s whatcha get fer dat!”she informed him before disappearing from sight once again. Seth and I exchanged confused glances then shrugged, settling down on the floor as we analyzed the crime scene photos, all of the museum and bank floor plans.

Hours had passed then I squinted down at the first heist that they completed. It was just a small bank here in Cinci and I couldn’t help but wonder why they chose this particular bank to rob. The ruby that they had stolen wasn’t very expensive so I couldn’t help but wonder what their motive was.

“Alright kid, spill it. You’ve been staring at that one bank for the last thirty minutes. What’s got you so focused on it?” I bit my lip then flickered in between two of the crime scene photos that I had been stuck on and replied,”I’m… I’m not sure, really. These two pictures, they’ve got me stumped. It’s like something is inside screaming at me to find it, but I can’t manage to think of what it was.’’

He took them from my hands and held them up to the light, the two of us studying the scenario in the different view then I snapped my fingers, snatching the left one from my partner’s hand. He glanced over my shoulder as I explained,”The ruby never left the bank! That’s why the surveillance cameras were cut! Reigns and Ambrose doesn’t give a damn if people know what they look like! They thrive on taunting people knowing that they’ve gotten away with their crimes! That’s Ambrose right there, putting the ruby in that vent.”

Rollins squinted down at the picture and he rubbed his thumb against where I pointed at then he murmured,”Well I’ll be a son of a bitch. How’d we not noticed that sooner?” I quickly stood then exclaimed,”I don’t know, but at this moment, I really don’t give two shits! I’ve gotta go check out this bank, right now!”

“What, like right now?! You do realize what time it is, right? It’s like one in the morning, you lunatic!” Seth protested, standing up as well. I snatched the picture from his hand then slid my jacket as I answered,”Yeah, I know! But I have a copy key to the door and I need to go see if the ruby is still there.” He sighed, shaking his head as he put on his own coat then he muttered,”Alright, if you say so.”

We exited the office and realized that it was pouring down rain but at this point, I couldn’t care less. I had finally gotten a break in this stupid case. We rushed to the car, Seth thankfully popping the umbrella that he always carries with him, then off to the bank we went, determined to get our big break. I slammed the car into park and we entered the bank as I unlocked the front door, the alarms thankfully disarming when I did so.

I hurried over to where Ambrose was caught on camera sliding the ruby into the vent then I turned on my phone light, scanning the somewhat large vent. Not but three feet into the vents, I spotted the shiny, blood colored jewel and I slipped on a pair of latex gloves to prevent tainting evidence.

“Seth, I found it!” I shouted, turning to face my partner, only for a frying pan to smack me in the face.

The pain was the first thing to greet me when I came to. My head throbbed with the after effects of being (essentially) kissed really fucking hard with a pan. I groaned then realized that I had a second problem to compliment my first one: I was tied up and duct tape had been slapped across my mouth. I let out a whine then realized that people were talking outside of where I was being held.

“Did you really have to hit her that hard though? She would’ve went with us much easier if you would’ve just pointed a gun in her face and ordered her to drop the ruby and walk.” I recognized that voice. It was impossible not to know that voice, considered I had been partners with that person for the last four years. My head snapped up and I glowered at the door across from me, knowing that the three men was about to enter the room.

“Oh look, she’s awake!” Dean Ambrose chirped, sliding into the room like the smooth criminal he was. Roman Reigns gave a sly smile and replied, “Well, that tosses our wake up plan.” And finally, Seth fucking Rollins ended their little train of jewel thieves. The three sat down beside me then I began screeching through my gag, kicking my feet the best that I could in this position.

“Damn, she’s a feisty one. How’d you manage to deal with her all these years, Seth?” Reigns asked, allowing his chin to rest lazily on his fist, propped up by his knee. Rollins grinned at his criminal buddies and replied,”We were well paired. Weren’t we, sweetheart?” My eyes narrowed and in my mind, I imagined hurting him very badly, but then remembered that even though I was pissed, I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to hurt him.

“Now. If you promise to act somewhat civilized, I’ll take off the duct tape. But if you misbehave even once, I’m putting in a ball gag and you won’t get a safe word. Do you understand me?” Ambrose threatened, leaning forward. I gave a small nod, annoyed with the duct tape, and he yanked it off, a small help escaping me as I got a free wax from the glue on the tape.

“W-Why? Why are you working with them? You worked so hard to help me catch them.” I murmured, eyes lowering to avoid his gaze.

He sighed and cupped my cheek as he answered,”I’ve known Dean and Ro since I was a kid. When I found out that they had became jewel thieves, I realized that my true allegiance with them had never died out. So I contacted them and told them that I would help them escape capture.”

“Granted when you were gifted the case, it made it a little more difficult because I wanted to stay loyal to you, but I couldn’t turn my back on Roman and Dean again. I left them when I went to college and the academy. So I decided to play both sides of the fence.” I stared at him for a solid three minutes (or mores I’m not sure) then shrieked,”I can’t fucking believe you! You backstabbing little hoe bag! I trusted you!”

Rollins leaned backwards and looked over at Roman as he stated,”I told you she was gonna be pissed.”

“Man, I knew she was going to be pissed. And with good reason too.”the longer haired man replied, giving a shrug. My entire body trembled with the force of my anger, frustration, and defeat then I hung my head, letting out a soft sob.

“I never meant to hurt you, I promise.” Seth murmured, cupping my cheek to brush away my tears away.

“I-I trusted you. You played me.” I whimpered. He sighed and pressed his lips to my forehead, saying softly, “I didn’t want to. I just needed to earn their trust back. You have to know that, sweetheart.” Dean glanced up towards the door and stated, ”Hate to break up this little love fest but uh, we need to get going.” Seth glanced up at his friend’s words then pulled me into his arms bridal style and we exited the bank, hopping into a car with Roman in the driver’s seat and Dean in the passenger.

Seth buckled me in then asked,”If I cut you free, do you promise to be good for me?” His unintentional innuendo made me blush then I ducked my head and muttered,”Yeah. It’s not like I can do anything. You took my gun.”

“And the knife you keep in your shoe.”he informed me, cutting my legs and arms free, only for him to snap one of the cuffs around my wrist and the other to his own.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I shouted, tugging against him. He gave a grin then answered,”I know how your mind works, beautiful. I’m not giving you any chances of escaping. So sit back and enjoy the ride.” I groaned and smacked my head against the head rest for the seat, glaring out my window as Dean began humming CCR’s Bad Moon Rising. Seth twisted his hand upwards and I glanced down briefly at it, ignoring the allure it had. I wanted to hold his hand like I used to during car rides but he betrayed me. I couldn’t exactly ignore that… could I?

I turned back to the window then I felt his fingertips skim my own and he leaned closer, murmuring, ”You might as well get comfy, sweetheart. This is going to be a long ride.” I huffed and side eyed him before returning to my glaring out the window.

We passed through Ohio into Indiana very briefly, and when I woke up, I realized that we had drove all the way through Kentucky, Tennessee, and Alabama before finally realizing our destination: Florida. I rubbed at my eyes then glanced up to see that Seth was leaning against me, his eyes closed and I sighed at how relaxed he was.

Half of my mind wanted to hate him, to punish him for all of the bullshit that he had put me through during this case. But another part of me, the idiotic side, was desperate to forgive him. I stared down at our entangled fingers then snapped my gaze up to Dean as he said,”He really does care for you. A lot more than he likes to admit. And it crushes him every day to lie to you.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that he still lied to me.” I muttered, leaning against Seth’s chest. Roman sighed and said,”Yes, you do have a point. But put yourself in his position. He just wanted to keep his best friends and his lover to himself. Is that so wrong?”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I stuttered,”I-I am not his lover.” I watched Dean and Roman share a unconvinced glance then I snapped,”I have never slept with Rollins, even if the thought has crossed my mind.” The two shared a laugh then Seth murmured,”Well, good to know that the feeling is mutual.” I jerked away from him, only for him to yank back on his cuff, dragging me back in.

“What, you’re allowed to cuddle with me for the majority of the ride down here but the moment that I lay my head on yours, you freak out and admit that you want to sleep with me?”he asked, his nose brushing mine. I stared at him for a while, unsure of what to say then he turned away, glancing towards our driver as he asked,”So, where we at?”

“Just crosses the Alabama/Florida border. We just switched drivers so I’m ready to finish this trip.” Roman answered, his dark eyes glued to the road ahead of us. Seth nodded but didn’t replying. We settled into a silence then we pulled into a large house, three cars in the driveway. I guess being jewel thieves paid off nicely. We entered the house and Dean set his duffel bag down, ordering,”Take your shoes off, this is white carpet and if you stain it, you will clean it. Got it? Good. Rollins, she’s your lover, you share a room with her.”

Roman and Dean, now holding hands, disappeared into a bedroom, locking the door behind them as I shouted,”We’re not lovers!” I glanced up at Seth who stared down at me then tugged me up the stairs without a word.

“Look, can we just maybe unlock these cuffs so I can get a shower, please? You made me sit in the car for over eleven hours and I really want to shower.” Seth tossed his own bag onto the bed then turned to look at me before he replied, ”Maybe. Would you rather eat first?” My stomach grumbled in response and I rolled my eyes at my body’s betrayal then we walked back downstairs to find something to eat.

He opened the freezer and pulled out mozzarella sticks, stating,”It’s my cheat weekend, so you’ll have to sue me.” I nodded in understanding and he started the deep fryer then we settled across from one another, waiting for the oil to heat up. We stared at each other then a small chime alerted us that the oil had reached its boiling point. Standing up, we dropped the sticks into the fryer, waiting for them to begin flooding.

Once we finished eating, we walked back upstairs and laid down on the bed, beginning to watch Castle Rock, the new Stephen King show on Hulu. We ended up finishing the entire first season and by the time we finished it, it was one in the morning. I glanced down at the cuffs and murmured,”Now can I get a shower? Please? It’s not like your bathroom has windows and even if you did, I’m not one for jumping out three story buildings.”

Seth’s lips twitched to the side and he looked down at the chain connecting us then uncuffed my wrist, leading me into the bathroom. He held up the key and set it down on the dresser beside the restroom door before warning,”You even think about running, I won’t hesitate to tackle your ass and handcuff you to the bed frame. Do you understand me?” I nodded in agreement then he pushed me into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I stared into my reflection then pulled off my shirt, unhooking my bra, and let out a scream as the door opened, Seth stepping into the room.

“What the hell are you doing? I thought you were going to trust me to be alone long enough to take a shower?” I snapped, covering my breasts with my shirt. My partner tilted his head to the side, as if considering his words, then he stated,”Mm, I changed my mind. Consider the deal null and void.”

“What?!” I shouted as he snapped the handcuff back around my wrist. I stared down at the chain and I realized that he didn’t have a shirt on then it dawned on me.

“Are you going to take a shower with me?” He looked at me with a blank expression then said simply,”Y/N, I’ve seen you naked. You’ll be fine.” I have an anxious glance to the shower and he rolled his eyes, asking,”What, you want me to lose my pants first? Fine.” Using his free hand, he unbuttoned and slid his zipper down, pushing it down as far as he could manage then wiggles out of the material the rest of the way. And to no surprise, he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

I dipped my head downwards to avoid his gaze - and his dick- then he started the water, waiting for me to strip. He glanced at me expectantly then he said,”Sweetheart, you lose the pants, or I’ll help you out of them.” With my entire face up in flames, I pushed my jeans to my knees and kicked them away, stepping into the shower.

In silence we traded places back and forth underneath the steady stream of hot water then when I couldn’t get all of the conditioner out of my hair, Seth reached up and worked the soap out, kissing the crown of my head before he murmured, “C'mon, let’s go to bed, sweetheart.”

Whether it was the kindness of that he gave and my previous crush on him, I held his hand as he helped wrap me into a towel then I returned the favor, staring up at him as he watched me, his tongue flicking out to trace his lips. I watched with intrigue when he did so and we walked into the bedroom, Seth grabbing the key to release our hands long enough to get dressed. He walked into the closet then tossed a shirt at me, along with a pair of boxers, stating,”Go ahead and get dressed.”

As soon as I was dressed, he exited the closet and clasped the cuffs down once again, the two of us laying down with my back to his bare chest. His free arm snaked underneath my head then he wrapped our connected arms around my waist.

“Seth.” I murmured as he pressed against me halfway through the night. He groaned, nestling his face in the crook of my neck as he groaned,”Shh, sweetheart. Jus’ go back to sleep, kay?”

“Can’t, you’re distracting me.” I admitted, eyes glued to where his fingers were half slipped into the boxers that I wore. He turned, taking a deep breath in, then kissed the skin of my neck, murmuring,”Is that so? Can’t think with my fingers so close to your pussy, sweetheart?” I stuttered at his statement then he uncuffed us, turning me over.

“Seth…” I drawled out, cupping his cheek. He pulled me closer then murmured,”Lovely, if we do this, there won’t be any turning back. We’ll make this official. Do you got me?” I nodded then pulled him closer before he met me the rest of the way, kissing me. I gasped into his mouth, fingers tangling into his hair before I asked,”Are you going to give me back to the Bureau?” He hummed into my mouth and replied,”Not sure yet. That all depends.”

“On?” I murmured, tangling my legs with his then he pressed his thigh upwards, the material of the boxers brushing against my clit. I gasped at the pressure then grinded downwards as he moved away then I whined, Seth kissing me again.

“On whether you’re willing to transfer down south with me.”

“As long as you fuck me and make me come, I’ll literally do anything you ask.” I gasped out as he tugged my clothes off, doing the same to himself. He flipped me onto my back and began kissing my neck, sucking hickeys into place as he purred, ”Anything?” He was the Devil, he was so perfect in my eyes, so trustworthy.

“Yes anything, you moron, now make me come dammit!” I cried out, kicking my legs out in frustration. Seth laughed at my annoyance then spread my legs, kissing from my knees up to my inner thighs then blew softly on my folds as he slid closer. I trembled under the anticipation running through my veins then murmured,”Seth please.”

His dark eyes softened at my plea then he crawled up to me, pressing kisses to my hips, much stomach, breasts, and neck before he asked, “What, you don’t want me to eat you out?”

“I-I don’t know. Maybe?” He kissed me again, soothing my nerves, and he assured me,”It’s okay, I’ll do it in the morning, sweetheart. Just lean back and hang on for the ride.” I nodded in agreement then Seth pulled my legs around his hips, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, leading it to my slit. He coated his member with my slick then glanced up at me, asking,”You okay with this? You don’t wanna turn back?”

“Shut up and fuck me.” I growled out, guiding him inside. He groaned and finally rocked up into me, moans escaping the two of us. I tangled my hand through his hair then pulled him closer as we kissed, my thighs squeezing on his hips.

“Goddamn, sweetheart, you’re so right. Fuck me.” I raised my head and asked,”Isn’t that what I’m doing right now?” He gave a breathless laugh and changed his speed from slow and sensual to slamming up into me, asking,”Is this better?”

“So much.” I moaned in response then he slid my thighs further apart, maybe to grant him better access or to prevent bruising but I really didn’t give a shit as he slammed into my G-spot as his thumb brushed my clit, a cry of delight filling the room.

“Yeah that’s right, sweetheart, you’re just about to come on this dick, aren’t you? I know you are and that’s why I’m going to keep rubbing your pretty little clit til you can’t breathe and then I’m going to fuck my come into you.”

“You better pull out or I’ll kill you.” I snapped, flicking his nipple to catch his attention.

“Sorry, got lost in the moment. Don’t worry, I’m gonna pull out.” We shared a small laugh then I arched onto him as he pushed me into my orgasm spiraling.

“Seth!” I screamed, as he continued fucking me in search of his own orgasm then I tightened around his cock, causing him to curse and pull out as he began to come over my breasts and stomach. He rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom for a washcloth then wiped me down, handing me back my shirt.

“Seth?” I asked quietly, cuddling into him as he wrapped an arm around my waist. He hummed and glanced down at me as I questioned,”Did you mean that? That you want me to move down here?”

“Hell yeah I want you to move down here, sweetheart. I really do love you and I think you’d like Florida.”

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1.05 The Courier #85

What's going on? You're acting funny.

Nothing.

Okay.

Tell me.

I need to ask you about something, and I need you to tell me the truth.

Of course.

What is it? I don't get it.

A man was shot and killed in that hotel.

Okay.

So, what's the question? Were you involved? I-in in what? The murder.

You're not going anywhere.

Liz.

Stop! The people that I work for are very powerful.

Now, I need you to tell me everything that you know.

I don't know anything.

- You're hurting me! - Damn it, Lizzy! Do not lie to me! I don't know anything! I swear! Yeah, well, I wish that I believed you! Aah!

Rise and shine.

The day is waiting.

Let's go, let's go, let's go! Oh, God.

I hate you right now.

Do you? Wake up, wake up, wake up.

- Get her, Hudson! Get her! - Stop it, both of you! Ouch! I know that you've had a rough few nights, but today is gonna be a really great day.

Why? Well, I have a doctor's appointment.

You hate doctors.

Yeah, but it's not for me.

It'san ultrasound for our baby.

I thought Jeni was having second thoughts.

Yeah, she said we're the only married couple she knows who don't totally hate each other, so she's she's giving us a baby.

That's That's great news.

It's amazing! When you get home from work tonight, you are finally gonna see what this little monster looks like.

Wait.

I'm not invited? I just know how busy you get.

But call if you can't make it.

Oh, God.

It's so good to see things finally getting back to normal around here.

Mm! My name is is My n My name is Seth Seth Nelson.

P-p-p-please, please I'm begging you.

D-don't Why are you doing this? Save your breath, kid.

Please, don't do this.

PleaseDon't! What What are you? You got You got the wrong guy! Please! Help me! Somebody!

Your sources were correct, sir.

The Iranian is attempting to procure a high-level-intelligence package.

We believe it could lead to the answer you seek.

Have it intercepted.

That may prove difficult.

The seller hired the Courier to make the exchange.

The last time we attempted to intercept him

I'm well aware of the men and resources we lost in Cairo.

Perhaps this is an opportunity to let our new friends at the FBI carry the water.

I've been ordered to include you in the oversight committee brief on Reddington next week.

Cooper told me.

Here's the profile I prepared on him.

Have I told you yet I don't place much stock in profiling? And by "much," I mean "none.

" It's never once helped me solve a case.

You know what has? - Hm? - Facts.

Yeah.

I also prepared a profile on you.

"Uptight, fueled by an inner rage, "capable of the occasional moment of tenderness, "which likely brings on the desire to stay up all night watching Asian porn.

" Not even close.

Huh.

How about this? You don't trust me.

You think I'm tainted somehow Maybe a traitor.

You resent the fact that Reddington wants to work directly with me instead of you.

Speak of the devil It's the devil.

What is this place? Something of a hideaway.

It used to be home to one of the finest American writers who ever lived - Fredrick Hemstead.

- Never heard of him.

No, you haven't.

Nobody has.

Dear Fredrick was waiting tables when we first met strange little man, built like a fireplug.

He was living here with his mother until she died.

Poor Fredrick couldn't afford to stay on, so I bought the place for him.

Please.

Sadly, Fredrick died without ever being published, but this place is chock-full of his work Manuscripts, poems, unsent letters, and lots and lots of this.

What is that? No earthly idea.

Some sort of distilled alcohol, I think.

There's bottles of the stuff stashed everywhere.

Would you like me to pour you a few fingers? Why am I here? Have you ever wondered how criminals who know they can't trust one another are still able to conduct business with each other? They replace trust with fear and the threat of violence.

The next target on the blacklist is a physical embodiment of both.

He's known as the Courier, and his involvement in a transaction virtually guarantees success.

Once he's hired to make a delivery, he can't be bribed, he can't be stopped.

If either a party attempts to double-cross the other, he kills them both.

The perfect middleman for an imperfect world.

Cooper's not gonna sanction a black op against the U.P.S.driver of crime.

He will when you tell him the Courier is scheduled to deliver a package worth $20 million.

At that price, it could be anything from a genetically engineered virus to a very important person's head in a bag.

Does he have a name? I'm sure he does.

I don't know it.

Skip to the part where you tell me how you expect us to find him.

I know the man he's planning on delivering the package to An Iranian spy named Hamid Soroush.

Where are they making the exchange? At the Winston farmer's market in 2 hours and 45 minutes.

My 1:00? Could be him.

Same height, right age.

- You reading me, Haircut? - Stay on him.

When it rings, pick it up.

He just gave him something.

It's a cell.

He's moving.

What's he saying? I don't know.

We've got nothing.

Get someone to point a mike at this guy.

He's off.

Excuse me.

Can you break a $100? I think he just made contact.

All teams start casually moving to the east side of the market.

Do not spook this guy.

Chang, get closer on the produce guy's face.

I think he made us.

Tactical teams, you're up.

I want south side sealed off from the outside.

Just made contact.

Shots fired! Soroush is down! I don't have eyes on the shooter! All teams, move in now.

You hit? It's not my blood.

Suspect's heading north on 6th.

I need local air and law-enforcement support now.

Keys! Give me the keys! Give me the damn keys! Air support on the way.

Engage Two minutes.

Cut him off at the next intersection! Do it.

We're at the corner of 10th and Spencer.

The Courier's vehicle has been disabled.

Move and you're dead.

Put your other hand up.

- Get your hands up! - Put it up now.

Put your arm up now.

- I can't.

- Put your other arm up.

Oh, my God.

Let's try this again.

What were you supposed to deliver? Please.

Help us, and maybe we can help you.

What about that Iranian spy whose head you exploded all over my partner? Huh? You remember him? He had banking codes with a $20 million wire transfer in his pocket.

You're a courier.

You were supposed to give a package to the Iranian.

Where's the package?! We found nothing at the farmer's market, nothing in his vehicle, nothing on him.

What was he supposed to be delivering?

I don't know, Harold.

Might it be conceivable your people actually missed something? You're not telling us everything.

Let me put your mind at ease.

I'm never telling you everything.

I did my job here.

I gave you a Blacklister.

There he sits.

Obviously, good cop/bad cop isn't working here, so let's try bad cop/worse cop.

How's the arm? Looks painful.

Where's the package?! Smile all you want.

We're just getting started, pal.

Why did he kill Soroush? Obviously, he spotted one of your agents, and poor Soroush paid the price.

There's a knife wound in his chest, scars all over his body.

You know how he got them? That's interesting.

I always wondered if the stories were true.

No, we'll just stick him in some hole.

I think you may need to call a doctor.

I've read about cases like this.

Your suspect has congenital anhidrosis.

It's a rare genetic disorder.

He can't feel physical pain.

That makes sense.

And the scarring? People with the disorder obviously get injured more often, but not not like that.

That That's something else entirely.

We're more interested in the knife wound in his chest.

We think he might have placed evidence inside of it.

-What evidence? -We're not sure.

That's why you're here.

Boo.

My name My name My name is Seth Is Seth Nelson.

W-why are you doing this? Please That's the only thing on the chip taken from his chest? Newspaper's from yesterday.

Time stamp on the video file is 4:29 this morning.

It's a proof-of-life video.

The oxygen mask, the tanks Wherever this guy is, his hours are numbered.

We didn't find a package because there wasn't one, sir.

Soroush was putting up $20 million for this guy.

We just stopped him from delivering a ransom payment.

We got a hit when we ran his name and face through the DMV servers.

Seth Nelson Lives in Maryland with his parents, works tech support for a cable company.

Assuming each oxygen cylinder was full, he has maybe 20 hours before his air runs out.

Ultrasound machine.

I want to know what other surprises the Courier has hiding inside him.

I also want to know why anyone thinks this kid is worth $20 million.

He's probably worth more.

My CIA sources just confirmed he's an NSA analyst one of their best and only one of three people allowed to write and access the security protocols and software.

If he's coerced into working for a foreign power or criminal network, the damage would be catastrophic.

We need to make the Courier talk.

There must be something he wants.

The guy's a psychopath.

Luckily, we happen to have our own psychopath.

This is hilarious.

Fredrick wrote to the editor of the Washington Post almost every day thank you about any and every subject.

Listen to this one.

"Dear Mr.

Bradley, what is up with all the rabbits" I need to know what you're not telling me about the Courier.

And what do I get in return? My gratitude.

Tell me what you've learned about your husband.

The gun that I found in the box is connected to an open homicide.

Of whom? It' sclassified.

I can't read the file.

I imagine you've found ways around that particular obstacle.

I know it happened in Boston last year.

I think it was a Russian tourist who was murdered Victor Fokin.

You lived in New York at the time.

Why would you think your husband would be in Boston? Because I was there with him.

He supposedly had a job interview, and we made it into a small vacation.

A few years ago, some of my associates encountered the Courier in an opium den in Cairo.

He killed two of them.

If he still has a taste for the poppy, there's a man who may be able to help us.

You're talking about a drug dealer.

I'm talking about a friend a philosopher who practices an ancient ritual going back thousands of years.

There's a good chance he could be helpful in locating the Courier's safe house.

All I care about is finding Seth.

Call your friend.

I want the Courier's safe-house address.

Thank you.

For what? For being honest with me.

In my life, I don't encounter that frequently.

Got a name.

Tommy Phelps.

Run it through the databases, see if it's even real.

You guys need to see this.

He had the Iranian buyer under surveillance for several days.

And this woman, I think she's the seller responsible for kidnapping Seth and hiring the Courier to pick up her money.

Why the surveillance? According to Reddington, the Courier kills anyone who tries to double-cross him.

He probably wanted to know where to find them if something went wrong.

Find out who this woman is.

He has five objects embedded inside him.

Some are surrounded with scar tissue Been there for years.

What objects? We've only been able to identify two.

A key and another chip.

The others are just shadows.

I need a higher-resolution scan to I.

them.

Take him to Walter Reed.

I want everything inside of him cut out.

The kid has what I can tell you where he is.

In exchange for what? Immunity.

I talk, then walk.

Never gonna happen.

Then the kid's dead.

I've been trying to figure out if there's anything in this world you care about.

How about him? Care about your little brother Tommy? We're bringing him in from Petersburg Federal Prison right now.

Anything you want me to tell him? You finally find him? Tell me about your brother Who he works with, his contacts.

Tell me about the people in his life.

There are no people in his life.

There's you.

Tried to help you break out, didn't he? From what I understand, he'd do anything for his little brother.

What's he moving now? A 26-year-old M.

grad.

Lady, you don't understand Tommy.

I know his condition prevents him from feel No, I mean you don't understand him.

Our old man knocked us around when he needed to, which didn't bother Tommy.

But dad hated that Felt like he couldn't control his own son, and he couldn't.

So when he was 11, dad started hosting these dogfights.

Not with two dogs, but with a dog and Tommy.

Well, we had this barn.

People would come from miles around.

They'd get drunk and make bets.

What it did to him over time Tommy's broken.

Somewhere in his head, a switch flipped.

I wish I could help you, but You know how it goes.

You're here because somebody screwed up.

The deal went sideways.

And now the buyer and seller have targets on their head, if they're not dead already.

Her name's Laurence Dechambou.

She's ex-French intelligence.

She now makes a handsome living selling secrets, mostly of a technological nature.

I really don't understand any of it.

But she's clearly stepping up on this one, trying to make a legacy for herself.

She owns that nightclub.

Last time I was there, we had a great deal of fun, until she tried to strangle me with her stocking.

I'll get a warrant.

You'll have it by the time you get there.

She won't talk, and even if she did, what would you expect her to say? She may know Seth's location.

She won't.

She's the only lead we have.

We arrest her and take our chances.

This is a bad idea, Harold.

Actually, there may be another option.

She had to hand over Seth to the Courier somewhere.

We find the location, we might get lucky.

There could be security-cam or ATM footage of the exchange.

And we use it to track the Courier's movements last night.

That could lead to Seth.

And why would she tell you that, again? She doesn't have to.

She's still expecting her money.

We send someone in as the Courier, tell her the exchange was a setup, the deal's off she can pick up Seth where she dropped him off.

And we follow her to the drop-off point.

If you really want her to talk, I should meet with her.

Every time you "meet," someone ends up dead.

We've gotten off to a rocky start.

You've killed three people.

I'm not perfect.

If we did this, we'd be operating under the assumption that Dechambou has never met the Courier face-to-face.

It's too risky.

He's right.

Let me go.

I can do this.

First sign this is going south, I want that club swarmed.

Or just bend over any available piece of furniture and let her slap you on the ass.

She loves that.

Oh, my God.

Tom.

Oh, God.

He's gonna kill me.

I'm so sorry.

You need to come home.

Okay? I canceled the ultrasound.

- Liz? - I can't do this right now.

Look, I don't I don't care what's going on at work, okay? - You and I need to talk.

- Something incredibly important came up.

I don't care! You and I need to talk about something, and it's more important.

I promise we'll talk as long as you like, but later.

This is an emergen All teams stand by.

Our man is entering the building.

Here to see Dechambou.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Line's over there, slick.

You need to make an example here.

You have to hurt him.

That's what the Courier would do.

You know, I think we got off on the wrong foot here, uh Isn't that her over there? That was hot.

You know he can hear you, right? Yep.

Hey.

Come with me.

Let's go.

Come on.

Would you mind excusing me for a moment? You injured my doorman Forced your way into my club.

Is there a reason why I should not kill you right now? You kill me, you kill Seth Nelson.

You're What the hell are you doing here? We agreed the money was to be dropped off at a specified location.

Plans change.

No.

They don't.

The only reason I employed you was to shield me from unwanted attention, and you're at my front door? There is no money.

The Iranian was working with the FBI.

I killed him.

I've known Soroush for years.

Well, if he didn't set me up, that leaves only one other person you.

And I never trusted him.

That's why I employed you.

The bastard screwed us both here.

Your NSA geek is where you left him last night.

We're done.

Don't contact me again.

Wait! How do I know it's really you That I'm not being set up myself? Not my problem.

They say you can't feel pain.

Prove it.

We're coming in.

All teams prepare to mobilize.

First team, swarm the north doors on my Is this what you need to see? You want to watch me bleed, see if I react? I've already lost the only thing in this world I've ever loved.

I have nothing in this world, except this job.

Impressive.

Except for one mistake.

If the Iranian is dead, the real Courier would have killed me, too.

Which makes me wonder Get out now! Who the hell are you? Asset compromised.

Hit the building.

She kidnapped Seth but has no idea where he is.

Yeah, well, the kid has less than eight hours of air left.

Somebody had better get that Courier talking.

What do you suggest? Torture him? He doesn't feel pain.

He does feel pain.

He's got a brother serving The one thing in the world he cares about.

Offer to reduce or commute his sentence in exchange for telling us Seth's location The life of a stranger for the life of his brother.

Call the marshals.

Get him back here.

We'll cut him open later.

He wounded two of the marshals and killed one with a concealed knife.

He was searched multiple times.

We think he used one of the objects hidden inside him.

He was carrying around his own escape package.

Prisoner transport was found abandoned in Woodbridge, Virginia.

There's also a report of a stolen vehicle at the same site.

Local police are searching for him now.

According to his brother, Woodbridge is where he grew up.

- Well, Seth could be there.

- Find him now.

In the meantime, see if you can get anything out of Dechambou.

She may not know where Seth is now, but she knows where she dropped him off last night.

I have a better suggestion Let her go.

That's not gonna happen.

God, are you FBI.

When this woman was working for French intelligence, she was on track to be you, Harold.

Since she's come over to my side, she's only gone up from there.

You really think you're gonna be able to prove anything against her? We'll make something stick.

It's only a matter of time.

You don't have any time.

Pick her up in a week, in a month next time.

But right now, if you want to save that man's life, you need to release Dechambou.

I'll make her talk.

How? You don't want me to answer that.

How do I know you won't use what she says to get Seth for yourself? You don't.

But I don't see that you have many other options left.

Okay.

Release her.

But if you screw me on this I'll consider it a bonus.

Better make it a double.

If this is about that incident in Paris Oh, we'll always have Paris.

What do you want? So many things.

But right now, I want some information.

Where is the NSA agent? I have no idea.

He was handed off to the Courier.

Yes.

And he's been compromised.

Who do you think he'll blame for that? Not me.

The Iranian must have been working with the FBI.

Laurence, the Iranian is dead, and you're next.

You know that.

I did nothing wrong.

The world is rarely a fair place.

That's why it needs people like me.

I'll get you out of the country and guarantee your safety.

There's a private jet awaiting your arrival right now.

In exchange, you give me the location where you dropped the kid off last night.

He's worth $20 million.

That $20 million is about to die.

This is not a negotiation.

How dare you? I don't care who you are.

And I'm not going to let you swoop in at the last minute and profit from a mistake made by somebody I hardly know.

Oh, he knows you.

He knows where you live, where you work, where you play.

He knows you better than I do, and I know where that lovely little freckle is.

I give you a day and a half before he finds you.

Try to be brave.

Wait.

I will help you.

Vehicle matches the description.

I have blood here.

All teams, we have the suspect's vehicle on the south side of He's outside! Freeze! On your knees.

Freeze! Turn around! On your knees! Hands where we can see them.

Check him.

He's dead.

How much time does that kid have left? Less than 40 minutes.

At 4:00 a.

, Dechambou left Seth in the back of a pickup truck at this rest stop in Manassas.

The Courier took the proof-of-life video at 4:29 a.

m Just under 30 minutes later.

Assume he spent 20 minutes minimum with Seth at the site.

That would give him 10 minutes of drive time from the rest stop, so he has to be somewhere in this radius.

This entire area's inaccessible.

The only place with road access is here at this open area.

He has to be here.

How much air does he have left? With Dembe driving, we might make it just in time to see him die.

If we find our NSA friend and he's still alive, he might prove helpful.

You want Seth for your own reasons.

So should you.

He's in the dirt.

What? The refrigerator It's a coffin.

The Courier buries things under his skin.

He's in the dirt right here.

He's not breathing.

I died once in Marrakech Two and a half minutes.

You wouldn't believe what I saw on the other side.

Who Who are you? The FBI and friends.

Seth.

We called your parents.

They're gonna meet you at the hospital.

H-how can I ever repay you? I'm sure we'll think of something.

Don't even think about it.

What? The boy wishes to express gratitude.

I'm merely playing my part in the ritual.

You saved that kid's life, Keen.

Good job.

That story you told Dechambou about your job being the only thing left that was I was undercover.

I said what I had to say to sell it.

Agent Keen, got a delivery for you.

Sign here, please.

Thank you.

No, I This man, the young NSA agent He allowed you access to the classified networks? He did.

And I understand this was a one-time offer.

Yes.

The right question, and we could've made the world tremble.

Finally found our adversary.

Why did you waste it on the girl?

Not "wasted," my friend.

Circumstances are far more complex than we ever imagined.

I'm betting on the long play The future.

Your future's arriving now.

Funny all these wonderful manuscripts, and my favorite thing about this place is still the view from the sofa.

I love how the light breaks through the trees.

I don't even know why I'm here.

Tom? What's going on?

You got to see this.

Sit down.

We need to talk.

That's funny.

I was just gonna say the same thing to you.

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