Jackson watched as the car drove away. He saw that it was a black Mercedes Benz S class. He could make out the first three letters on the license plate. LTF. His first thought was to get up and drive after it, but after trying to get up, he saw that it was futile. His ribs hurt tremendously as well as his head. "Shit!" He was so aggravated. How could he get her back just to lose her? No. He decided immediately that he would do whatever was necessary to get her back. Especially now that she was his wife. But who would want to take her? It made no sense, seeing as how the agency wasn't really after her.

Lisa sat in the backseat wondering what was going to happen to her. She had sworn she would never be a victim again, although it seemed like this would be different. At least with Jackson she knew who he was now and how to deal with him. These guys she didn't know. How could she possibly fight against them without knowing anything about them? She sighed and stared out the window watching as everything flew by. She was thinking of jumping out the door, but at the speed they were going, it wasn't a good idea. She would be seriously injured or dead on impact. Silently, she prayed that Jackson would find her.

"Ms. Reisert, we aren't here to hurt you."

She rolled her eyes as she stared out the window. She most certainly was not going to give them the satisfaction of talking to them or even looking at them. Suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder and she flinched. "Honestly, Lisa we are not here to hurt you."

This time she turned and stared into the warm brown eyes. Giving him an attitude with her eyes, she pulled away from him. "Then why did your partner grab me by the hair and basically drag me to the car?" When he didn't answer she asked another question. "Why did you take me in the first place? It makes no sense. I don't even know you!"

"Everything will be revealed when we get there." She shook her head in aggravation. Why didn't anyone ever tell her where 'There' was? Finally she started laughing. Of course it was all hysterical, she didn't find this at all funny. "What's so funny?" The guy next to her asked her.

She furrowed her brow and looked straight ahead. "Nothing. Nothing at all." She kept laughing. She couldn't help it. She didn't even know where they were going. Laughing again, she felt something prick her arm. She thought it was a bee, but when she looked, she saw that the guy she was sitting next to had stuck a needle into her arm and she swallowed. "What did you just shoot into me?" She asked with concern. How was she supposed to know if they weren't trying to kill her. Of course they had said that they wouldn't hurt her, but she didn't know that for sure.

He pulled the needle out and put it away. "It's a sedative. I gave you enough to have you sleep until a little after we get where we are going."

Lisa closed her eyes. She didn't want to sleep. "How do I know that you aren't going to kill me while I sleep?"

"You don't." He paused and as she was about to speak again, he stopped her with his words. "But we won't. We had a request to come find you and bring you to someone. That's our job."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "The agency hired you, didn't they? Jackson lied. They really do want me dead. Everything he did, he did it for me." The realization that Jackson was actually keeping her safe was comforting, but also a little scary. She didn't want people to come after her. Although they had already caught up to her. She kept rambling on until she fell asleep in the backseat.

Finally someone stopped and helped Jackson. He was glad for the help, but not for the ambulance. It was just going to slow him down in his search for Lisa. He sat on the edge of the ambulance while being tended to. "Sir, you may have a broken rib. We strongly suggest you let us bring you in to get checked out."

Jackson stood up and shook his head no. "I have to get back to my wife. She's probably freaking out right now."

"We can have her come to the hospital." When Jackson didn't answer the EMT tried again. "Sir, if you do have a broken rib and don't get it checked out, you could puncture your lung."

Jackson gave him a stern look, "I'll take my chances. My wife needs me."

The EMT sighed and gave him a release form. "If that's how you feel, then I need you to sign this release form." Jackson did as he was told and handed it back to the EMT. "If the pain gets any worse, please go to the nearest hospital."

Jackson just nodded and walked to his car. Once it was started, he drove off while grabbing his cell phone. He called his only informer in the Agency. "Seth, you need to let me know where they are taking Lisa Reisert!" He didn't honestly think it was them, but it was his only lead.

"What are you talking about? Jackson, no one has reported having her." Jackson swore and Seth seemed concerned. "Why? What the hell happened?" Jackson told him everything that happened and how he was hours behind already. "Did you get the license plate number?"

Frowning, he knew he should have gotten everything on the license plate. "I only got the first three LTF. It was a black Mercedes Benz S Class." He paused for a second thinking of Lisa calling out to him for help. She didn't want to be with him, but she was still calling him for help. He had to do everything in his power to get her back. "Do you think you can look it up?"

"Jackson," Seth sighed into the phone. He didn't usually help with situations like this. It was risky to do so. Not to mention that he was hiding a huge secret from Jackson. Although, Jackson had been his friend since he entered the agency. Well, as much of a friend as Jackson is to anyone. "I'll look it up. I'll call you back the minute I get something." Then all Jackson heard was the click of the other phone ending the call. This was going to be hell waiting to see if there was anything he could do to help the one and only person he actually loved.

Lisa woke up in a bed and stared at her surroundings. The walls were white and there was one window. Other than the bed, there was no other furniture in the room. Sitting up slowly, she looked out the window. It was dark out. This definitely is not what I need right now. She got out of the bed and walked to the window to look outside. When she did, all she saw was trees.

When she got tired of staring outside, she walked to the door, expecting it to be locked. Turning the doorknob, she was surprised to find out that it wasn't. Opening the door, she peaked out cautiously. What was she going to do? How was she going to get away?

Seeing no one, she walked down the hallway and found the living room empty. With caution, she searched the room, making sure that no one was around. Lisa almost made it outside the front door when a voice stopped her. "Leese?"

Tears instantly pricked her eyes. Her hands fell to the side and she turned to see him standing there. "How can this be?" She asked more to herself than to him. It was impossible for him to be there.

He walked over to her and embraced her in a hug. He never thought he would see her again. Not after everything that had happened. When he let go of her, he looked her up and down, making sure there was no marks on her. "You're not hurt are you? They didn't hurt you?"

Lisa shook her head vigorously. "No. I'm fine. But how are you here? You're not supposed to be. You're supposed to be dead dad. I was called back to Miami to plan your funeral." Tears spilled over her cheeks. "Was this all a cruel joke?"

Joe wiped the tears away and helped her over to the couch that she hadn't noticed until now. "No honey, it wasn't."

"Then what happened?"

He sighed and sat down next to her. "It's complicated."

Lisa wiped away another tear. "I don't care how complicated it is. You have to tell me what happened!"

"You remember Jackson right?" Lisa nodded. How could she forget him? He was her husband now. "Well, when I was told that the agency he worked for was coming after you, I had to do something."

Lisa was not understanding what he was talking about. "So you decided to fake your death and make me think that you were really dead? That's sick dad." She stood up to walk away, but he grabbed her arm.

"I did it to save your life." Lisa narrowed her eyes at him when she turned to face him. She didn't believe a word of this. Someone must have threatened him and that was why he was acting like this. Why he faked his death. When Joe saw that Lisa didn't believe him, he went on to explain. "Like I said, when I found out the agency was after you, I did what I could to get information about the agency, and I made a deal with the boss."

Lisa sat back down, and scooted farther away from her father. She didn't know what to do. "What kind of deal?"

"You know my background as a police officer. So I told him I would be a great addition to his team if they left you alone."

She jumped up and threw her hands towards her father. "You sold your soul to the devil to protect me?" When he nodded, she continued. "Dad, I could have done that myself if I wanted to! Hell, I even married Jackson to protect myself." Before she could finish, her father spoke up.

"You did what? What would possess you to do something like that? Are you insane? He's a monster! He kills people for a living."

Lisa scoffed at him. "Like you do now?" The anger disappeared from Joe's face. He should have known that she would throw that in his face. He didn't want her to, but he should have known. "Yea, exactly dad. You can't judge him now. You do exactly what he does for a job." She walked towards the door then turned back to him. "I hope you enjoyed seeing me, because this will be the last time. I'm leaving and never coming back." The moment she opened the door, everything went black.