Lisa woke up in the back of the car and immediately put her hand to her head. Her head was throbbing and whatever she was listening to wasn't helping. When she sat up, she almost fell back down from how dizzy she was, but she grabbed the nearest thing to her. Which just so happened to be the headrest of the chair in front of her. She opened her eyes and saw Jackson in the front seat and screamed. Jackson startled at her screaming. "No, you can't be here! You're dead."

Jackson rolled his eyes and smirked. "Leese," He started off slowly, "We had this conversation last night. The firm wanted everyone to believe I was dead."

Lisa thought back to the events of last night. She remembered going to see detective Dwayne, then to her dad's house to go through his clothing to determine what she would give away and what she would keep. She remembered thinking she would go downstairs and decide which of the belongings in the house she would keep or sell considering she was an only child. That's when she walked down the stairs and walked into the living room and saw Jackson sitting there. Lisa remembered them talking and him asking if she was ready to go with him and her saying no, then he stuck her with a needle.

Lisa narrowed her eyes at Jackson and grabbed at the back of her head as she winced in pain. "What did you do to me last night?"

Jackson lifted a needle and shook it in front of the mirror as if to accentuate his point. "What I had to do." He paused and stared at her through the rear-view mirror with his intense blue eyes. "If you don't shut up, I'll do it again."

Lisa sat back quietly for a couple of minutes then looked at him. "How did you know it was me?"

He scoffed at her. "Who else would be at your fathers house looking through his stuff after his death? Certainly not a stranger." In truth, he had wanted her to shut up, but he also wanted to talk to her. He hadn't heard her voice in so long. The only problem was, she just wouldn't stop asking questions.

Lisa sighed. "My twin sister Emily." She had hoped that her lie was convincing enough. Her heart was racing as she watched him in the mirror.

He looked at her. "You really don't think I'm that stupid do you? When we did the Keefe assignment two years ago, we did a background check on your family. You have no sister named Emily." He looked her in the eyes. "Emily is your alias. Well, was your alias when you moved to California."

Lisa's head spun. How does he know all of this? She wondered to herself. She started to get dizzy again, not that the feeling was completely gone from when she had woken up, but it had sub-sided. Instead of turning away from him, she kept her gaze locked on his. "You're wrong. I do have a twin sister named Emily. Your firm must not have done their job right."

Jackson's eyes flashed with anger. "If I were you, I would stop lying. You know how I feel about that. I've always told you the truth Lisa. Not once have I lied to you. You need to start showing me the same respect. Especially when we are going to be together for a long time." He kept his voice even and calm, but deadly at the same time.

"How do you know all of this?" She asked, her voice betrayed her. She was on the verge of crying.

"All of the phone calls Cynthia and your dad made to California? Those were my first clue. Then when they used the named Emily was my second clue." She gave him a look of confusion. "I tapped their phone lines. The only thing I really liked about you moving was you changed your hair color. Like I said last night, it really suits you."

Lisa had heard enough, she punched him in the head and he stomped on the brakes. When he did, she jumped out of the back of the car. She started running through the plains on the side of the highway, true there was nowhere for her to hide, but she had hoped that she had a good head start on him. Even if she did though, it didn't seem to matter. The dizziness that she had when she woke up came rushing back to her and she fell. She stood back up and started running again, not looking back to see if he was coming after her. Before she knew it, he had dove into her and knocked them both to the ground. "Leese, what makes you think that you could ever get away from me?"

She tried to fight back, but it was pointless. He was lying on her back and had his legs covering her legs. "How are those self-defense classes helping you know Leese?" He asked with mock amusement.

"You bastard! How did you know about those?"

He grabbed one of her arms and twisted it behind her back as she growled in pain. "I've been watching you ever since I knew you were in California." She felt something cold on her wrist. The she heard the click. "Did you think I would let you get away? I told you we had unfinished business." He grabbed her other arm and twisted that one behind her back and she heard another click. "I didn't want to do this Leese, I really didn't. I wanted to do this smoothly. Now I've got to leave you handcuffed until we get there." He lifted her to her feet.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You know that."

He cocked his head to the right. "You're right, I don't. But I want to do this." He put his hand in his pocket and pulled another needle out and swung it in front of her face. "This though, this I didn't want to do to you ever again. But you gave me no choice."

"Jackson please, please don't this. You don't have to."

He laughed. "In order to keep us safely on the road, I do." He paused as he sank the needle into her arm. "To think, I was going to have us stay at a hotel tonight, but you just got my adrenaline running." He patted her cheek. "Thanks for that. This just means that we'll get where we're going faster." He started walking her back to the car.

She looked up at him. "Where are we going?"

"You don't need to know that just yet. You'll know when we arrive."

Then a thought hit her. "Jackson, I don't have any of my clothes. I need those, and I want to take a shower."

"I grabbed your suitcase out of your rental car before we hit the road last night." He looked at her. "You're welcome for that. And right now, you don't need a shower. You're about to pass out. That drug is a wondrous thing."

She couldn't deny it, she was about to pass out. Her knees started to buckle from under her and fell to the ground. Jackson bent down to pick her up. "Why do you need me for?" She mumbled almost incoherently.

They had finally reached the car and he put her into the backseat and lay her down like he did the night before. Then he got into the front seat and started the engine. "Like I said before, we have unfinished business."