Confide in me, Agent Ressler (Blacklist fanfic)

Confide in me, Agent Ressler

Donald's POV
One week later

Donald was dreaming, dreaming of his and Lottie's first date.

It was months after he first met her and he couldn't stop thinking of her.

"Hey Agent, what's up ?"

He had called her, and now was regretting this because he was going to ask her out and was panicking.

"I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner?"

He wished for death.

"Dinner sounds good. When?"

"Umm," his brain was blanking." How about Friday."

She laughed, he loved her laugh.

"That's perfect. Which place?"

Whenever they had dinner just for them, just as friends they had it at one of their houses. They didn't have to pretend there.

"I was thinking we could go in a picnic," he hated how cliche he sounded.

"That sounds great," she sounded surprised but happy.

"Great," he smiled.

"Can I also you a quick question?"

"Yes of course,"

"Are you asking me on a date?"

He had been walking around his apartment and froze.

"Donnie? You there?"

"Uh yeah. Umm sorry."

"It's okay,"

"Yes,"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'm asking you on a date". He felt like throwing up.

"Good, I can't wait."

"Really?"

She laughed hard "Yes Cardio Boy, I'll go on a date with you. And I'm very excited for it. See you Friday."

"See you Friday."

He cheered as soon as they were off the phone.

~~
Their date was going very well.

Full of laughter and food.

"I'm glad we did this," her smile was wide. And she had a smudge of chocolate on her face from dessert.

"Me too," he reached across the basket to wipe it off. She leaned into his hand.

"I've liked you for a while," she admitted.

He had as well, he just admitted it to himself.

But he didn't feel like he deserved for her to like him. He had done so many things. Bad things.

"Donnie?"

His expression must've changed because she looked concerned.

"Sorry,"

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," she gave him a look that said he was full of shit.

"Come on. Confide in me, Agent Ressler."

He smiled at that. "I am not a good person. I've done so many bad things."

"What sort of bad things?" Her voice was soft. But she grabbed his hand and squeezed it.