Shawn walked up to their front door and stood there for a moment. How was he going to tell Jules? She was finally starting to trust him again so lying was out of the question. Especially since two more giant, black SUVs just pulled up. He looked back at Agent Malik who waved him to hurry up. He had begged for some time with Jules and to get some things before heading out to D.C. He had five minutes.
He slowly turned the door knob and walked in to find Juliet standing at the top of the stairs. As usual, his heart skipped when he saw her. She had the blanket from their couch wrapped around her shoulders hiding her pajamas. She still looked tired, so Shawn guessed she had just woken up to watch the news. He shook the thoughts from his head and started up the stairs.
"Shawn," Juliet said softly when he got to the top of the steps. Shawn saw that Juliet was tightly clutching her pistol under the blanket. "What's going on? Who are those people?" Shawn quickly embraced her with one arm and kissed the side of her head before quickly walking towards their bedroom. "Shawn," Juliet called from where she stood before following after him. "Talk to me Shawn."
Shawn grabbed his suitcase and started throwing random necessities into it. He grabbed the wad of emergency cash from underneath his side of the mattress. "Shawn!" Shawn laid the three covered suits from the closet on the bed and walked over to Juliet.
"Jules," he sighed as he grabbed her shoulders. "I… I haven't been completely honest with you."
"What are you talking about? Who the hell are those people?!" A helicopter flew overhead and landed in their back yard. "Who are you Shawn Spencer," Juliet whispered with tears forming in her eyes.
"Jules, sweetheart. It's not what you think," he said before rubbing his hands over his face. It was only 10 A.M., but it felt like this day had gone on forever. He was exhausted. "I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to come out and say it. I used to work for the FBI. No one knows this. Not my dad, not Gus, no one. And it has to stay this way, okay?" She nodded. "Look, I can't tell you a lot, but I have to go to D.C. to work a case, and I will be back as soon as I'm finished." He walked over and picked up his suitcase. On the way out of their bedroom door he kissed her on the side of her head again.
"Shawn," Juliet yelled after a moment before running after him. He stopped after he opened the door and looked up at her. He put his suitcase down and opened his arms for her. She walked down the steps and wrapped her arms around him. "Be careful," she whispered.
"I will," he said. "And I'll call you as soon as I can. I love you, Jules."
"I love you too," she whispered as a tear slipped out of her eye.
"Hey," he said wiping the fallen tear. "It's okay. I'll be back soon. I'll call you when I can."
"Agent Spencer we have to go." Juliet knew that voice. She looked past Shawn to see Racheal standing next to the black car that Shawn arrived in. She gave Juliet a sad smile and nodded.
"I love you Juliet," Shawn said again before he leaned and kissed her one last time. She watched him walk down towards the car and be ushered inside. She stood there until they were out of sight. She shut the door and broke down. That was the second time in a month that she found out her life was a lie.
"What does the girl know," a CIA agent asked Shawn after he changed into one of his suits. He pocketed his badge and put his old gun holster on before curtly answering the agent.
"Nothing." He sat down in the window seat across from Malik and the agent. "She knows I'm going to D.C. and that I used to be an agent, but that's all." He didn't like this man and really hoped he wouldn't be working with him. "And that girl is junior detective at the SBPD, so-"
"We know all about her," the man said. Yeah, he didn't like this guy. Shawn looked to Meera who only rolled her eyes. She obviously didn't like him that much either.
"So tell me about Reddington. Why does he want to speak with me and…"
"Agent Elizabeth Keen. Today was her first day as a profile," Agent Malik said. Shawn nodded. This confused him even more. He knew a little bit about the man, but had no idea why he wanted to speak directly to a new profiler and an ex-agent. "Reddington turned himself in at FBI headquarters this morning about 8:40 with a brief case of every alias he ever used."
"But who is he?"
"Raymond "Red" Reddington attended the Naval Academy. He graduated as age 24. Top of his class. In 1990, Red was coming home to see his wife and his daughter for Christmas, but he never made it. Four years after disappearing off of the face of the earth, he reappeared. He was selling classified NOFORN documents to foreign enemies. He has no allies. He has no country. No political agenda. His only allegiance is to the highest bidder. They call him "The Concierge of Crime."
"Why'd he turn himself in then? It seems like he can stay under the radar pretty well."
"We know he wants to catch Ranko Zamani but that's all. He refuses to speak with anyone but you and Agent Keen." Shawn's head was spinning. He started the day as an immature "psychic" detective and now, three hours later, he's an FBI agent that had been called out by a concierge of crime.
"I need some advil," he said rubbing the sides of his head. It was going to be a long day.
Okay, so I decided what I'm doing with the plot line: I'm going to stick Shawn into the pilot episode of the Blacklist and adding twists. I've written fics like this before and people just say "you're being sooo unoriginal." Before anyone says it, yes I know. I'm just having fun merging my favourite shows together into one story. (With all due respect) Don't like it, don't read. (:
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