Jackson wanted to laugh. Jackson Jonathan Reisert? Who came up with that?

"My… Grandmother… came up with it," she said upon seeing the look on his face. He looked away as they began to unpack his clothes and set them in the drawers next to the bed.

Jackson pretended to be really interested in the door frame while they finished unpacking him. He heard the sound of the drawers being shut and he opened his mouth to say something when he felt something tug at his sleeve.

Looking down he saw that it had been the little brat that stole hi name. "Mr. Ripper, you're not going to kill me while I'm sleeping are you Mr. Jack Ripper sir?" Jackson growled and turned to Lisa, "Hot-rod likes that movie."

She said with a shrug; she walked over to the two and motioned for Jackson to give them space to talk. The little freckle faced boy did so and walked farther into the room to play with his small paper airplane model.

"The little brat stole my name," he said quietly so not to alert the little boy.

"Call him J.J. he likes that," she said softly, glancing at J.J. from the corner of her eye.

"Lisa, I need to tell you something," Jackson said thinking over each and every word that was coming out of his mouth. Lisa put her hand his upper arm; he tensed at first then relaxed at the warmth of her hand.

"I told Jonathan to do something that I think I'm gonna regret," he said. Lisa was shocked by the softness in his voice as he spoke, "I told him to get rid of the baby, Leese."

A gasp escaped her and she opened her mouth to reply when they heard a booming voice that broke them from the… moment. "What's going on here?" they both recognized voice as Jonathans and Lisa hand dropped to her side as they both looked away guiltily. Jackson cleared his throat then walked out of the room, brushing by Jonathan in the process.

"I think he fancies you, Lisa," he said closing the space between them. Lisa glanced over at J.J. but he was oblivious to everything but his paper airplane model.

"In all honesty, I don't care."

Logan walked down the hallway trying not to lose his temper as he followed the wheel chaired man. He was vaguely aware of the twins that ran past him screaming bloody murder as the man continued again. "There is word going around that the Vice president isn't the most honest of all men to working for the United States," he said as he went into his office.

"I would like you to go solo on this one; I don't want word of this getting around." Logan glared at the man, why was he the one that had to go? Did he know something that Logan didn't?

"I don't think Mister Brown is gonna be too happy to see me."

Lisa was in desperate need of coffee, and nice long nap. She was wearing Jonathan's leather jacket trying to stay warm as she walked to the library. She had barely stepped into through the door when she felt a cold hand grab her and shove her into the room. Before she could even gasp Jonathan had her turned around and pinned to the wall.

"You think this is funny, Leese?" he hissed through clenched teeth. "You knew that the little brat was gonna end up here, didn't you?" her eyes widened in fear and he drank it in. Her fear was coming off in waves, and he loved it.

"You didn't bother to mention that he had a son did ya, Leese," he hissed into her ear she opened her mouth to say something but he smothered her mouth with his hand. She began to groan against his hand and struggle to get free from his grasp.

"Shut up, Leese," he was still hissing and Lisa was getting tired of it, "Just shut up, I'm really getting tired of hearing your voice." She stopped groaning and instead tried to bite his hand; this only resulted in a hard slap across the face. The hand that was covering her mouth was now applying pressure to her throat.

"Word of our little plan got out, Lisa," he whispered in her ear. His hot breath tickled her neck and she shivered; "Now I wonder how that happened."

"I don't know," she managed to choke out. He released her throat and pulled a small canister out of his pocket silently taunted her with it, "You said it didn't work on me."

"Yes, I did, which we still need to figure out why by the way," he said smirking at her. "But that little brat that is now living here might not be so fortunate, what was his name," he pretended to go into deep thought about it until finally Lisa rolled her eyes. "J.J., I'm sure you wouldn't want him to get hurt now would you."

"I don't know how they found out I swear," she said trying to stay calm. He looked at her with disbelief written over his features, "What could I possibly gain from lying to you?" she asked growing angry.

Jonathan opened his mouth to reply when his cell phone went off, "Jonathan." He said picking it up; he was still using his body to pin Lisa to the wall as he talked on the phone. Lisa opened her mouth to say something but Jonathan covered her mouth again so that she wouldn't interrupt him talking.

She glared at him and he simply smirked in amusement. Finally he sighed and hung up the phone, "Looks like you're off the hook, for now." He stepped away and began to walk out of the room, "I still think that you had something to do with this no matter what Jackson says."

He closed the door with a quiet click and Lisa plopped herself down at Jonathans desk.

"That was interesting."