"I can't believe you didn't call me! I was worried sick. I must've called your cell a thousand times looking for you, Lisa. I was minutes away from calling the cops!"

Lisa smiled at Ryan while her father yelled at her on the phone. Ryan lifted up her shirt and gingerly began to scatter butterfly kisses along her stomach.

"Dad, I had too much to drink. I'm sorry I didn't call you last night; it was insensitive of me. Ryan and I are just going to get breakfast and I'll be home."

Lisa was grateful it was Saturday; she didn't have to work today. She could go back to her father's house and sleep off the little headache she had left.

After breakfast, Ryan dropped her off. Before Lisa got out of the car, Ryan placed his hand on her arm.

"Lisa…," he began, "I had a really great time last night."

"Me, too," she said smiling.

He smiled back and said, "I'll call you later. Hopefully I'll get off early so we can get some dinner together."

Lisa waved as he made his way down her block. Lisa stood there for a few minutes, letting the Miami breeze push against her. The wind had caused goose bumps to form all over her arms. She closed her eyes and thought, He's amazing. He's too good to be true.Remember the last time someone was too good to be true... Lisa shuddered and opened her eyes. What was she talking about? Ryan was a man of the law, for God's sake. She laughed nervously to herself as she turned around, making her way into the house.

Lisa napped for a while and then woke up to take a quick shower. She pulled an unwashed shirt out of the hamper and pulled an old college sweatshirt over it. She then slipped into some baggy sweatpants and pulled her hair up into a messy bun. She didn't want to look attractive for where she was going.

That same old brick building was in front of Lisa again, almost mocking her. She knew that if Ryan found out, he'd be really angry she was going to see Jackson again. She couldn't help it, though; something inside of her told her that she needed to go see him again. She thought that if she could just maybe catch something in their conversation that connected him to the whole ordeal, she'd get him out of her life forever.

She hummed to herself while making her way to the visiting area. She sat down in the same seat again and waited patiently for Jackson to arrive. It's funny how having a protective guy can make you feel confident, she thought to herself. She smiled as she remembered the night before, how Ryan had made sweet love to her and had, in a single glance, erased all the negative feelings that had been tugging at her mind. She was still smiling, lost in her thoughts, when Jackson's face appeared before her. She flinched, unprepared for seeing him again. She had meant to maintain her composure but, per usual, Jackson had come at a time when she let her guard down.

She reached for the phone first this time, and then glared at Jackson, challenging him. He raised his eyebrows and flashed her that grin she remembered so well as he reached for his phone. Butterflies formed in her stomach. What's wrong with me, she thought. He may be cute but… he's evil! She giggled a little at her dramatic thoughts, thinking she was now sounding like Cynthia.

"Have I become amusing to you now, Lisa?"

She straightened her mouth and said, "No. I wasn't laughing at you."

He smiled at her, flirting with her with those dangerous eyes. He looked her over for a minute, looking at her with a confused smile. Interesting fashion choice, he thought.

"Well, I must admit I am shocked to see you here again. I thought that our visits were over when you left so abruptly last time…" He grinned wickedly, piercing her with his eyes.

Lisa blushed and looked down, knowing exactly what he was referring to.

"I didn't get what I wanted," she replied, slowly meeting his gaze.

He raised his eyebrows, intrigued by what she said. He was very shocked and, although he had become trained in masking his emotions, he couldn't hide this. Lisa smiled at his reaction.

Jackson cleared his throat and quickly regained his composure. "Well, that's definitely interesting."

Lisa switched the phone to her other ear and sighed.

"So you think I have humanistic qualities, do you?" Jackson asked, changing the subject with that familiar grin intact.

Lisa stared back at him, puzzled.

"Our favorite detective mentioned something to that effect."

Lisa remembered saying it to Ryan now. She was surprised he had brought it up to Jackson. Seeing her confused and annoyed expression, Jackson once again relished in gaining control.

Lisa frowned. "Yeah, I said that. I still think that's true. You'll make a liar out of me if you keep blocking the investigation."

Jackson clicked his tongue, finally aware of Lisa's intentions.

"Get this straight, Leese. In my profession, cooperating with the police is death. And I'm not suicidal, as we've already established."

Lisa's tough façade crumbled and her lower lip began to quiver. There was never going to be any stopping Jackson. Lisa had underestimated him, and his associates.

"Aw, I thought you were happy I was here," he said, mocking her.

"I am. I only wish you'd be here longer."

With that, Lisa pushed out her chair and got up, not looking at Jackson again.

There had to be some other way.

Jackson was chasing after a girl with long, brown curls. Her hair flowed behind her, and, every once in a while, she'd turn around. He'd catch her frightened expression but would never be able to see her long enough to recognize her. She tripped and he ran to pick her up. She had a gun in her hand, ready to shoot.

Jackson woke up in a cold sweat. He remembered his dream vividly, not sure of what it meant. This was the tenth time he had had this dream. Who was that girl, he thought. He had wanted her, desired her. He racked his brain, trying to remember his last girlfriend. It took him a few minutes before he remembered: Monica.

Monica was a tough businesswoman; she had once been Jackson's employer. She was ten years older than him, but looked like she was around his age. She was tall, slender, and blonde. Her brown eyes were vacant and cold. Even Jackson found himself frightened of her whenever she became angry. It ended quickly when the job she had asked him to perform was done.

That had been the closest Jackson had come to a real relationship. Most of the women he dated were random rich and very attractive girls. Usually they'd go on a couple of dates and that would be all. Jackson liked to be detached from the women; he didn't have the time or the resources to truly dedicate himself to any kind of relationship.

Yet Monica had not been the woman he dreamt of. Who was it?

He felt like he was being watched. He looked up to see the satisfied look on Detective Daly's face.

"Have a nightmare, Jack?"

Jackson felt sick to his stomach. Ryan had reminded him.

The woman in his dream was Lisa.