Hey, my readers ! Ladystarlet09 here. I have always wanted to do a bit of a Red Eye fanfiction story. This one has been in my mind a lot as of late since I watched the movie a few nights ago. Please leave a Review as always and keep an eye out for more updates!~

Chapter 2 Reasons of his own.

Twenty four hours.

Those were the hours that Jackson was counting down to as he sat back in his secluded cell, starting at the small pearl ring that he kept on a handmade chain that made after being allowed to keep it after he was checked into the high security federal prison.

Four long years of waiting for his release as his bosses worked on assignments without him. The same people that he entrusted Lisa Reisert's life in their hands while he was all lock under key and watch. Jackson was still touched strangely by her last words when she told him that she was going to be waiting for him until then. He knew as a well as she did that once he was a free man, he'd be coming straight for her and make her his.

Strange that you would be so obsessed with such a woman. He told himself in his mind. Perhaps obsession wasn't the right word. Perhaps it was more then just the hate, anger, spit and...love that he felt whenever he caught himself remembering her scent and sighs of pleasure when he kissed her.

How was it that a cold killer like himself be fallen over heels for the woman who fought him back with teeth and nails? He didn't deserve her pity when she stared back in horror after being shot in the back by her father. He didn't even deserve to hear those words "Because I love him" when she thought he wasn't paying attention while he had made a brief moment of love to her body.

Jackson deserved to be alone.

"Hey, Jackson."

Sighing, Jackson put away the ring underneath his prison uniform and turned around to face his cellmate, a heavy, buff looking latino man who was serving time for the murder of his ex-wife and her lover. "What is it, Santigo?"

"You've been here with me for four years now and in less than twenty-four hours, you are going to walk free." Santigo said as he leaned himself off his cell bed on one arm. "I have wondered why you never talked about the girl who gave you that ring." He nodded towards Jackson's chest. "You must be a lucky man to have them allow you to keep it."

Jackson's hand instinctively went up to the necklace. He couldn't lose the only item that linked Leese and him. "And what of it?" He snapped irritable. "There is many girls out there that I know."

Santigo chuckled. "Yeah, but not so much that this one makes your cold blue eyes turn soft whenever you look at the ring." He tilted his head to once side. "Tell me, what is it like to love her when your heart is broken?"

The question caught Jackson off guard. "I beg your pardon?" He asked in confusion. "What do you mean by that?"

"I once loved my dead wife dearly, Jackson. Loved her like no other woman until our marriage broke apart due to my drinking and drug use." The other man replied as he laid his head on his pillow. "I see that you love this girl fiercely if you have kept it so well during this whole time. Perhaps when you get out of this hell hole of the shits, you will find her and make her see reasons." Santigo turned his head and found Jackson starting at him with those blue eyes. "She has healed your broken heart and you haven't yet seen it."

"I don't understand why she could find love in such a person as myself after I tried to kill her with my bare hands." Jackson whispered. "Why is that, Santigo?"

The cellmate shrugged as he tried to find a comfortable spot on his bunk-bed. "I dunno, but like I said before, Jackson." He replied with a small sad smile. "You must be one lucky man."

Jackson turned his face away and stared out the prison bars where he could see the security guards pacing up and down the many levels of the prison itself. Loud noises of fights, cursing, screaming and such echoed throughout the place. He remembered all too well of the moment Leese had turned on him on the plane. He remembered all the injuries she had inflicted upon his body. It took him more then a year and half of therapy and pain-meds from his bosses to heal everything and return him back to normal.

Except that he was no longer normal thanks to his Leese.

She changed him just as much as he change her. They both needed each other and she had already came close to admitting to him in that interview. Jackson allowed his feelings to get in the way during the mission on many occasion just because he was drawn to her. He had seen the fear in her green eyes when she stared up at him after he had tackled her in her home and laid the knife to her neck. But when she pleaded for him to spare his life, Jackson had felt all the anger and hate that he held inside just die away in a flash. All he had seen was a scared young woman who had already been brutally violated by another man against her will. He hate himself for making her be scared of him after being so nice to her. Jackson instead, had put away his knife and softly kissed the hollow spot of her neck before she had headbutted him and there...

The rest was history.

"I just wanted to say that I only wish you the best and hope that somehow you are able to make it up to your girl." Santigo said quietly before turning onto his side to fall asleep.

The lights shut off a few minutes later, leaving everything in the dark as Jackson just sat on his bunk, staring out into the darkness. "Lisa, I told you that I would come and make you mine." He said to himself. "You just better be prepared for it when I show up on your doorstep tomorrow."