She dragged her long fingers over the foggy mirror, the condensation rolled down the reflective surface. Her long curls dripping with water down her bare back. She longed for the silence, her steamy, hot silence. She could feel the air conditioners push under the door way, a cool breeze hitting the bottom of her feet. Her green eyes were blood shot, and droopy. She didn't just need to sleep, she needed a coma. Afterwards a very large, delicious buffet with all her favorite foods. The thought of sweet apple tart made her mouth water. She grimaced at the thought of her half eaten bagel sitting in the other room. She was thankful, more then any thing. He didn't have to get her any thing. He didn't have to come and warn her on things to come. Or even offered her to come with him that thought two years ago would have been her laugh. However now, him sending the lowly sheep into a pack of wolves; convinced that she could blend in. Isn't this what she wanted though, to live her life? To move on with her life, not trapped in a completely unfamiliar life style. She needed to move, she needed the drama. That was Lisa Reisert, a woman needed action. It look a life altering experience to realize that she needed to get out there, and fight for her life. To fight for her freedoms. To fight for any thing other then should she really be getting out of bed at four in the morning to make scrambled eggs?

Lisa looked down at the scar on her chest; it didn't make her feel cold any more. It was more like bars of a prison that she had escaped. Jackson had his negatives. He still tried to claim her on the plane, he tried making her docile. He tried to make her listen, but what he did was set her free. She wouldn't have it any other way; she'd saved Keefe against all odds. And now once again she would set out to do the impossible. Reaching over she grabbed a white hotel towel from the rack that hung off the door to the bathroom.

Lisa wrapped the towel tightly around her body, and tucked the corner in. Giving her the freedom to gracefully walk out into the rest of the hotel room, grab her back that she forgotten to bring in with her. With out the towel falling to the floor. Revealing what her bra and underwear hadn't earlier. She turned the knob on the door slowly, it creaked when it opened. The cold air hit her body, the tiny hairs on her arms stood on end. She looked out into the partially dark hotel room, the light from the bathroom shown her a pathway to the bed. Jackson was lying on his side, his face partially burrowed into the pillow. His arms were bare, the light shown deep scars that stretched far across, and around his biceps. They reminded her of well traveled roads of his past. He stirred slightly, as she bent down to her bag. Pulling out a pair of cotton shorts, and a plain white t shirt. She retreated back to the bathroom.

She took a deep breath as she walked back out of the bathroom. She could hear the birds singing to one another. As a child getting waking up at this hour, she used to imagine that they were saying good morning to each other. It reminded her of surviving another night against the monsters that were surely hiding in her closet. Under her bed, in the shadows waiting for her to move. However now as she tipped over to the bed side she pulled the covers off, she slipped into bed. Lisa had got into bed with a man who used to be her biggest boogey man. For some reason or another she couldn't imagine it any other way.

Positioning her self a safe distance away, she curled into a ball and shut her eyes. She felt him move slightly, and then a possessive arm wrapped it's self around her waist pulling her close. Her back to him warm chest, it was comforting and terrifying all in the same moment.

"I never pegged you for a sleep cuddlier."

She murmured into her pillow. His hand smoothed over her stomach, and moved up to her arm. Pulling the strands off her cheek, she felt his breath on her bare skin. His hand traveled down her neck, to her shoulder, down to her forearm. Leaving trail goose bumps in its wake. He chuckled in her ear,

"I'm not sleeping."

He whispered she felt his lips press on the back of her neck. This is the part where she is supposed to tell him no, but she doesn't. His hand travels back over her stomach slipping under the cotton shirt. Feeling her stomach by tickling his fingers across it. He breathed in her hair, it smelled fresh strawberries. Maybe mango, whatever it was is smelled sweet. It made his mouth water. He ran his nose up her collar bone, his hand moved up her stomach in between her breasts and to her chin. Gently he titled her head toward his. With out even a thought registering to her brain, her body pushed her face toward his. She hooked her bottom lip to his top lip and pressed. Slowly pulling back, she felt him smile against her lips. She rolled over to face him. The morning was starting to shine through the crack in the curtains. The tips of their noses touched briefly, creating an electrical charge in her brain. She closed her eyes, and felt his fingers running through her hair.

….

Rain pounded at the windshield, the wipers could barely keep up the pace. The angry clouds, swirling above them. Lisa bit her bottom lip; Jackson had left her hours ago. On his way to prison, the only place he had told her they wouldn't think to look for him. The heart that was promised to them by Dr. Brookes, sat in the passenger seat of the black Lexus. Jackson had left her as prepared as she could be, with a packet of detailed instructions, and objectives. She was grateful, a to do list made her feel more composed, and confident. The first on the list was to go to see a Sabrina Paradise.

As she pulled down the long drive way, her green eyes squinted trough the rain. There were black dogs running across the front yard, barking at her. She parked as far up as she could go. The dogs had taken a defensive stand around the vehicle. Sitting back in her seat, she watched a black haired woman step out of the house, with a black umbrella shielding her from the nasty weather. The woman placed a hand on her hip, Jackson told her that woman was in sixties. Either she had a great plastic surgeon, or had found the fountain of youth. She was shorter then she looked, however looked tall and confident in her black spiked heels. Her black sleeveless dress clung to her very young looking curves. The woman yelled something in German, and the dogs retreated one by one back to the yard. Lisa's hand lingered on the door handle for a moment, even with out the dogs hovering around the car.

Using her other hand she pulled the folds of her black rain coat closer together and then opened the door to the car. Stepping out, Lisa dragged the heavy brief case that Jackson had given to her. She walked quickly over to the woman. The cool rain drops bouncing off her cheeks, made her body tremble. It was unusually cold for this time of the year. The woman had a small tugging at her lips, as she beckoned Lisa to come inside the mansion.

Lisa's eye scanned the vast emptiness of the house. There was a full length mirror to her left. Her coat was dripping on the floor, her curls were pulled back in a high pony tail. Lisa looked the girl next door compared to Sabrina. It made her feel incredibly inadequate.

"This way."

Sabrina said while she started walking down a long corridor. The wall on the left where similar to that of a green house. It gave it a very open feeling, floored hall way, with a great view of the storm still swirling in the clouds above. Sabrina took a sudden sharp turn down a flight of stairs, to an old wooden door. Using force from her shoulder Sabrina shoved the door open. It was a large whine cellar, ever nook and cranny filled to the brim. There was a small table in the center, with an empty bottle turned onto its side. Sabrina closed the door behind Lisa and walked over to the bottle. Placing her hand on it gently, she spun it. There was a loud crack, and one of the selves began to move.

"Wow."

Lisa said as the shelf swung open to a secret door way. It was like one of those mystery novels she used to read.

"I know impressive. Jackson built it a few years ago; he keeps any thing that's worth any thing here. Well almost, he's got a few other stow a ways here and there. However this would be the grand treasure."

Sabrina and Lisa walked into the room, the lights above flickered on. There was a long table filled with rolled up papers, blue prints maybe. Stacks of money from all over the world lined on shelves on one of the walls. Lisa walked along the table. There was jewelry, buttons, pocket watches and other little trinkets.

"He likes to keep little mementos of successful jobs. He says that it inspires him."

Sabrina said picking up a detonator remote that had long served its purpose. Lisa's eyes spotted a large pickle jar that had a human eye floating in it.

"Gross."

Lisa said leaning over the table to get a better look at it. Sabrina laughed as she walked over to the corner of the room, wiping her finger through the dust build up on a picture frame. She remembered when Jackson had brought it home from Asia.

"The man had Jackson tied up and threatened to take his eye, if he didn't give him the information that he wanted."

Lisa stood straight up and looked over Sabrina,

"So Jackson took his eye instead."

Lisa finished the story with grimace. Sabrina folded her arms across her chest. Giving her a menacing stare she began to walk out of the room.

"If you need any assistance I'll be in the grand hall taking tea. Do not step out side the house with out me. The dogs will rip you to shreds."

She nodded at Sabrina, and watched the black haired woman leave the room, and there was a ringing silence in her ears. She wasn't exactly sure how to read this woman. What her angle was in all this was something seemingly unsettling. Her similarity to Jackson was odd, was she his sister? Not his mother, she was pretty sure he was serious when he had said that he had killed his parents. Possibly a close relative, who could keep his secrets?

Near the end of the room there was a large writing desk, papers neatly stacked, and Lisa presumed in neat alphabetical order. And a long red scarf had hung from the chair. Setting the suit case onto the floor, she walked over to it. Running her fingers over the fabric, her mind trudged up old memories.

Jackson chasing her through the corridors of the air port, He was at her house, he could barely talk. Bending down by her father's body, he was walking around the kitchen island, gesturing his hand,

"See Leese I never lie."

She shuddered an opened her eyes, she needed to figure out which guns Jackson wanted her to grab.