Disclaimer the same in chapter 1, still don't own anything to do with Red Eye and don't get paid.

Chapter 4

Lisa walked down the aisle and found her seat; sitting next to her was Jackson Rippner. She looked down and smiled at him, rather surprised to see him there.

"Oh; hi again," she said.

"I figured you'd be in first class."

"Oh no, not me; I'm in coach all the time."

"Me too," Jackson replied.

"I think that's my seat," she said.

"What really, you're not sitting here."

"I think so, that says 18G."

"You're kidding…you're not kidding. You need a bellhop?" he asked getting up

"No that's okay."

Jackson got up and put her bag into the overhead compartment and as she got into her seat she hit her head on the bottom of the compartment.

"Ow, I'm not usually such a lightweight. Those were some bay breezes," she joked.

"Well I'm cutting you off anyway, so don't worry."

Jackson sat back down beside her.

"So what are the odds huh?" he asked

"Yeah, I know," she replied.

"Wait a minute…you're not stalking me are you?" he asked with all seriousness

"No," she looked at him and they laughed, "You got me. Oh geez," she said the last part quietly.

"I'm sorry; you all right?"

"If I say yes, are you going to ask if I'm sure?"

"No that's your dad's department."

"It's just that earlier today I had some cheap wine; that combined with the cheap vodka…I blame you for that."

"Well I feel terrible for that."

"You should!"

"I really do!"

They both looked at each other and smirked. A woman a few seats away looked their way, she appeared to need help, and she was worse off than Lisa.

"I think someone needs a bell hop," Lisa said with a laugh.

"Okay," Jackson responded getting up.

Once Jackson sat back down he looked at Lisa. The flight crew did their final rounds before take off and gave the pre-flight instructions. As the plane took off there was some turbulence. Lisa felt her heart begin to race and her breath quickened. Jackson started to talk to her about her father; she thought it was to distract her from the turbulence.

"Thanks for distracting me."

"That's not really what I'm doing."

"What are you doing then?"

"Just keeping the focus on you and your father."

"Why?"

"Part of my job."

"Are you a shrink?"

"No, manager."

Lisa rolled her eyes.

"So what do you do?"

"Government overthrows, flashy high profile assassinations, the usual."

"You're a spy…I should have known."

"No, not a spy."

"A hitman?"

"I'm a lousy shot," he said matter-of-factly.

"Right…you work for the CIA then."

"Well if I did I couldn't tell you now could I."

She listed other types of organizations, he replied calmly to all. Lisa was beginning to get more and more confused.

"Why don't you tell me what you do?"

"I already did."

"Okay, I'm sorry. Whatever you do is your business as long as you're not hijacking the plane," she whispered to him.

"No, I'm not suicidal. And you're right, most days it is my business; but today as fate would have it my business is all about you."

"About me? Where are you going with this?"

"Charles Keefe, one of your regulars. Ring any bells?"

"No, should it?"

"Yes, that's why you need to keep listening; if you want your dad to live."

"What did you say?" Lisa asked as she looked around

"Suit yourself, but you might want to take a look at this first."

Jackson lowered the tray in front of Lisa and put her dad's wallet on the table. She stared at it and suddenly felt panic. She pressed the call bell, Jackson warned her not to do anything stupid or her father would be killed. The stewardess came over to check on her; Lisa did as she was told and Jackson covered for her. She looked at him with such hate in her eyes when the stewardess had brought her water and some Kleenex. He saw the look in her eyes and as much as it was tearing him up inside he didn't look away as she took the Kleenex from him; oh how he hated to be doing this to her. He was beginning to wonder himself if perhaps this was a test from his employers, if they had found the connection between he and her and that's why he was managing this assassination.

He turned his attention to her once more and told her what he needed her to do. This was driving him crazy, she was questioning everything; he didn't want to keep bringing up Joe but he knew he had to in order to keep control of the situation. Lisa asked to speak to her father before making the call to the hotel; she needed to know that he was unharmed. He grabbed the phone and handed it to her once swiping her credit card, he didn't allow her much time to talk with him; just enough so she would know he was fine.

The blonde from before distracted him once more, Lisa tried to get a message out; Jackson was slightly disappointed. When he sat back down he knocked her out with a head butt and then wiped the blood from his forehead. He rested her against a pillow and then leaned back. All he wanted was for this to be over, for her to just cooperate so he could let her go, he didn't want to hurt her. She looked out the window, hoping beyond hope that this was all a horrible dream. She turned her head slightly so she could speak to Jackson.

"I know him," she said with tears streaming down her face.

"Know who?"

"Keefe; he's a really decent man."

"Well sometimes bad things happen to good people; like you."

He leaned into her space to make sure he had her attention.

"You know I've known you for a while now Lisa. Before tonight I mean; and as far as I can tell you live for your job, the occasional cocktail at the corner café, the classic late night movies, oh and scrambled eggs at 3 am. What turned you into such a loner; was it your parents divorce? Wait…did someone break your heart?"

'Please don't let it be me…I never meant to hurt you Leese' he thought to himself.

She didn't acknowledge him, just stared out the window. The seatbelt light turned off and she told him she needed to go to the bathroom.

"I need to go."

"Alright, I trust you."

"And I'll need my purse."

"Not that much," he said smugly as he let her out.

Once she was inside the bathroom she collapsed in a heap in the tiny stall shaking and crying. The stress caught up with her and she started to throw up. Once she was a bit calmer she pulled herself up and rinsed out her mouth and washed her hands; the soap on her hands giving her an idea. She wrote 18F has bomb on the mirror; while she was writing something suddenly became clear to her. She began to realize what had been so familiar about him, it wasn't just the name Jackson; it was those intense eyes. She knew those eyes once; the last time she saw them was 9 years ago.

A/N I was able to see Red Eye again and thanks to some very fast (and only recognizable to me) writing I was able to gather a lot of 'actual' dialogue this time (so it should be pretty darn close to word for word). This part is key, but after this the story isn't going to flow with the film much, I'll be moving in my own direction… just keep reading and you'll see. As always, reviews are appreciated.

Thanks to BregoBeauty, Kim and Mini Nika for your reviews. I hope this chapter didn't disappoint, still more to come.