Fic : The Blacklist : Devil or Angel?
A/N Not related to any of the other Blacklist fics I have posted.
Devil or Angel?
Using one hand to hold Agnes on her hip, Liz used the other hand to try to get her to hold and shake the maraca to the music. Agnes was only interested in eating the musical instrument.
The petite blonde next to Liz was having the same problem. Catching Liz's eye, she commented. “I really hope these things get sanitized between classes.”
Looking at the plastic bin they came from, Liz admitted. “I'm pretty sure that's just wishful thinking.”
“Marley.” The blond introduced herself as she redoubled her efforts to get her daughter to shake the toy instead of teething on it. “And this is Evie.”
“Liz and Agnes.”
“Old school. I like it.”
At the end of the class, as they were putting on their coats, Marley approached her again. “Not to sound desperate or anything, but while I love my baby, I am so not used to this whole limited adult interaction . Let's just be frank - music classes for babies this age, they're obviously just a front to meet other moms in the same situation. Would you be interested in getting lunch or a coffee sometime?”
Smiling, Liz admitted. “I'd like that. When?”
“How about now?” Marley suggested. “Before my mind turns to absolutely mush from all the goo gooing and gaa gaaing.”
Liz hesitated. She was suppose to be meeting Tom to hand off Agnes so she could meet up with Reddington.
“What the hell. Let's do it!” Liz agreed excited at the prospect of a normal mommy friend.
Buckling Agnes in her stroller, Liz took out her phone and texted Tom.
Going to be late.
I have a mommy play date!
Tom replied back.
Don't do anything I wouldn’t do!
“Where do you want to go? The place across the street has great waffles.”
“Oh … Do they? I've never eaten there.” Marley had an oddly horrified look on her face. She hesitated before confessing with a torn look on her face. “Full disclosure. Pre-Evie I worked for the Health Department. The reason I've never eaten there is because I have a maximum amount of insect legs and rodent droppings that I'm willing to have in my food.”
Marley looked embarrassed. “After the maracas, you're going to think I'm one of those germ nuts, but do you mind if we go somewhere else?”
“No, not at all.” Liz readily agreed. “Keeping in mind that the maximum rat droppings I'm willing to have in my food is zero, where would you recommend?”
“There is a great little bakery one Metro stop over. They do coffee, pastries, sandwiches ...”
“No rat droppings?” Liz asked.
“No rat droppings.” Marley assured her.
Marley chattered away a mile a minute about the trials and tribulations of motherhood as they walked towards the Metro entrance.
“Everybody pushes the whole breastfeeding thing. They talk about how important it is and how wonderful it is - How come no one talks about how painful it is? Do you breastfeed?”
“No.” Liz admitted sadly. “Agnes and I were … separated for a while and I couldn't nurse her. I tried to keep up a supply, but it just didn't work out.”
“Was she a preemie? How awful!”
Liz tapped on the button to call the elevator to get the two strollers down to the train platform.
“I couldn't imagine going home from the hospital and having to leave my Evie there!”
Enjoying the idea of a nice, normal friend, and wanting to hold onto it just a little longer, Liz didn't correct her incorrect assumption.
It was difficult to maneuver the two strollers into the elevator. Liz found herself turning her back to Marley to accomplish it.
“I'm sorry. Here I am going on about how awful -”
Just as the doors started to close, two shots rang out.
Hitting the ground, Marley went quiet.
Drawing her gun, Liz tipped over both strollers to make the babies lesser targets. Marley's foot was in the way of the doors, keeping them from shutting. Gun raised, Liz scanned the area outside the elevator. Unable to spot the shooter and not fond of being a fish in a barrel, Liz blindly groped for the other woman's trouser leg to pull her foot inside.
It wasn't until the doors fully closed that Liz pulled out her phone to get help and turned Marley over.
Seeing the small woman's vacant expression and one direct hit to the head and another to the chest, Liz knew it was hopeless.
tbc
Devil or Angel?
Using one hand to hold Agnes on her hip, Liz used the other hand to try to get her to hold and shake the maraca to the music. Agnes was only interested in eating the musical instrument.
The petite blonde next to Liz was having the same problem. Catching Liz's eye, she commented. “I really hope these things get sanitized between classes.”
Looking at the plastic bin they came from, Liz admitted. “I'm pretty sure that's just wishful thinking.”
“Marley.” The blond introduced herself as she redoubled her efforts to get her daughter to shake the toy instead of teething on it. “And this is Evie.”
“Liz and Agnes.”
“Old school. I like it.”
At the end of the class, as they were putting on their coats, Marley approached her again. “Not to sound desperate or anything, but while I love my baby, I am so not used to this whole limited adult interaction . Let's just be frank - music classes for babies this age, they're obviously just a front to meet other moms in the same situation. Would you be interested in getting lunch or a coffee sometime?”
Smiling, Liz admitted. “I'd like that. When?”
“How about now?” Marley suggested. “Before my mind turns to absolutely mush from all the goo gooing and gaa gaaing.”
Liz hesitated. She was suppose to be meeting Tom to hand off Agnes so she could meet up with Reddington.
“What the hell. Let's do it!” Liz agreed excited at the prospect of a normal mommy friend.
Buckling Agnes in her stroller, Liz took out her phone and texted Tom.
Going to be late.
I have a mommy play date!
Tom replied back.
Don't do anything I wouldn’t do!
“Where do you want to go? The place across the street has great waffles.”
“Oh … Do they? I've never eaten there.” Marley had an oddly horrified look on her face. She hesitated before confessing with a torn look on her face. “Full disclosure. Pre-Evie I worked for the Health Department. The reason I've never eaten there is because I have a maximum amount of insect legs and rodent droppings that I'm willing to have in my food.”
Marley looked embarrassed. “After the maracas, you're going to think I'm one of those germ nuts, but do you mind if we go somewhere else?”
“No, not at all.” Liz readily agreed. “Keeping in mind that the maximum rat droppings I'm willing to have in my food is zero, where would you recommend?”
“There is a great little bakery one Metro stop over. They do coffee, pastries, sandwiches ...”
“No rat droppings?” Liz asked.
“No rat droppings.” Marley assured her.
Marley chattered away a mile a minute about the trials and tribulations of motherhood as they walked towards the Metro entrance.
“Everybody pushes the whole breastfeeding thing. They talk about how important it is and how wonderful it is - How come no one talks about how painful it is? Do you breastfeed?”
“No.” Liz admitted sadly. “Agnes and I were … separated for a while and I couldn't nurse her. I tried to keep up a supply, but it just didn't work out.”
“Was she a preemie? How awful!”
Liz tapped on the button to call the elevator to get the two strollers down to the train platform.
“I couldn't imagine going home from the hospital and having to leave my Evie there!”
Enjoying the idea of a nice, normal friend, and wanting to hold onto it just a little longer, Liz didn't correct her incorrect assumption.
It was difficult to maneuver the two strollers into the elevator. Liz found herself turning her back to Marley to accomplish it.
“I'm sorry. Here I am going on about how awful -”
Just as the doors started to close, two shots rang out.
Hitting the ground, Marley went quiet.
Drawing her gun, Liz tipped over both strollers to make the babies lesser targets. Marley's foot was in the way of the doors, keeping them from shutting. Gun raised, Liz scanned the area outside the elevator. Unable to spot the shooter and not fond of being a fish in a barrel, Liz blindly groped for the other woman's trouser leg to pull her foot inside.
It wasn't until the doors fully closed that Liz pulled out her phone to get help and turned Marley over.
Seeing the small woman's vacant expression and one direct hit to the head and another to the chest, Liz knew it was hopeless.
tbc