Ok – thanks for the reviews guys. Here's the next chapter.

Disclaimer – I don't own Red Eye, or the song Photograph, by Def Leppard

Moaning in her sleep, she turned over so she was closer to Jackson. He found it so hard to leave her behind, but he'd be back soon.

"Lisa, time to wake up. Rise and shine" Jackson said in his singsong voice to the sleeping form lying on the bed.

"What…what time is it?" asked Lisa, yawning and looking like a hamster that's just come out of hibernation. "I feel as though I've been asleep for hours"

"You have. You fell asleep at 10:30 PM. It's now 8:30 AM. Clearly you needed the rest. Now while you're getting dressed in these clothes," he said, holding out a bag to Lisa "I'm going to go and make some coffee. There's a shower through there – use whatever's in there .Still take your coffee black, no sugar?" he asked pointlessly; he knew exactly how Lisa liked her coffee.

Lisa took the bag from Jackson, who turned and walked out the door, locking it behind him.

Lisa yawned again and looked around. She wasn't in her bedroom, or, in fact, her apartment. She was in a strange room, with white walls, and only a bed and a closet in it. Where had Jackson bought her? She got up and went into the door that Jackson had pointed out to her.

After showering quickly, she got dressed in the clothes Jackson had left behind. He'd bought a pair of black pin-stripe jeans, and a black shirt with a small purple turtle embroidered over the pocket. Putting it on, she was surprised at the change in her. When not wearing her work clothes, she normally dressed in clothes that were still smart, still presentable. Dull, mainly, was the style she wore. But these clothes had character. She hoped they wouldn't get too messed up.

Having dressed, Lisa pulled a brush through her hair, then walked out the door and into an open-plan lounge and kitchen. Standing in the kitchen by the coffee maker was Jackson.

"Where are we Jackson?" Lisa asked.

Jackson looked up from getting the coffee ready, and grinned. "Seeing as how you asked so nicely, I may as well tell you. We're at an associate's apartment. We work together, she's out of town, she knew this mission was coming up and said I could use her place. She's used mine before" Jackson handed Lisa her coffee

"So does you "friend" live in Miami?" before Jackson could answer her, there was a knocking at the door.

"Aiden, are you in there? Its Michael" a voice came from the other side of the door. Lisa's heart leapt. Michael was here – he'd get her out of this mess surely. She could picture them chatting about the morning's events – Jackson being arrested and carted off to the station, the Chief of police apologising to her for thinking that Jackson wouldn't attempt any kind of revenge – at a nice café, while drinking a nice hot chocolate.

Jackson turned to look at Lisa, his eyes devoid of their former warmth. Quickly, she put down her coffee – he looked as though he may get angry, and she didn't want to do anything that might hurt her or Michael.

"Get in the bathroom now" he snarled. Lisa, however, as frozen to the spot. She was so close to rescue, it couldn't be too hard to evade Jackson. She had, after all, done it before. But that was different – last time she'd done it, Jackson still thought she was meek, helpless and scared. Now, he knew better. And he wasn't in the mood to play games.

Walking over to her, he clasped one hand over her mouth and pushed her into the bathroom. "Now Lise, you're going to stay in here for a while – if I hear a peep out of you, you'll regret it – and so will Michael". Leaving that thought in her mind, he walked out the bathroom and locked the door, before walking to the front door, sliding on the chain, and opening the door.

Standing outside was Michael James, the police officer.

"Where's Aiden?" he demanded, his brown eyes full of confusion. Why was this lowlife at Aiden's, he asked himself.

"She's out of town this week. I'm looking after her apartment for her. Why did you want to see her – aren't you a bit old for her? And you know she has a boyfriend, don't you? He won't be too pleased if he found out you had designs on his girlfriend." Jackson said in a mocking voice, enjoying the anger rising on Michael's face.

"She's my baby sister, and I wanted to catch up with her" Michael said in a dark voice.

The two men eyed each other with distaste and contempt. Finally Jackson spoke, breaking the silence. "Shall I leave a note for her, telling her to call you when she gets back?"

"Yes that would be good, thank you. I'm going to go now – oh and I know all about her boyfriend – don't let him catch you here – he's got a fantastic temper. Goodbye" Michael said, already walking away.

Jackson cursed under his breath, before shutting the door and locking it. Then he went to the bathroom to let Lisa out. He wasn't prepared for the sight which awaited him as he opened the door.

Lisa was laying on her side on the floor, curled up into a ball, crying. When she head the door open, she sat up, but seeing that it was Jackson, she backed up until she had her back against the bath tub, and she started sobbing uncontrollably. Jackson ran over to where she sat, crouched down and spoke to her in a soft, gentle voice.

"Hey Lisa, what's up? Why are you crying? What's going on – have you hurt yourself?" Jackson's voice was dripping with sympathy. Lisa slowly stopped crying and rested her head on her knees.

Jackson took hold of her chin and lifted it so that she was looking him in the eyes. "Lisa. What's wrong?" he asked, sounding annoyed.

Lisa's voice trembled as she answered. "Have you done anything to him?" Jackson shook his head, so Lisa continued talking. "I…I thought you were going to hurt him…and I love him" Jackson rolled his eyes at this point, but she ignored him and carried on talking. "But I was even more worried that he'd hurt you. Except that confused me. I mean, I wanted you to get hurt this time yesterday. I positively craved it two months ago. Hell, I DID hurt you two months ago. So why wouldn't I want you to get hurt today?"

Lisa cautiously leaned into Jackson's open arms. He put his arms round her and held her protectively as she cried some more. Eventually, she pulled back, looked him deep in the eyes, and started to say something, then stopped. She couldn't break her gaze from his.

You got some kinda hold on me
You're all wrapped up in mystery
So wild so free so far from me
You're all I want

They sat there, staring into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity.

Jackson licked his lips – a nervous twitch he had, while Lisa desperately tried to think of something intelligent to say, but all she could come up with was a very intelligent word that stared off with "sphg," ended with "gah" and had "ughsfja" in the middle. In short, Jackson had turned her brain to mush. She swiftly decided to let him do all the talking.

"So, Lise, you didn't want me to get hurt?" he asked confidently – he clearly had no trouble speaking at the moment, Lisa thought to herself.

"We…N…uh, I guess not. W…D…Would you want me to get hurt?" she stammered, blushing furiously. Damn, she thought to herself. This was as bad as the "I carried a watermelon…?" line in Dirty Dancing. Trust her to suddenly become very feminine right at the wrong moments.

Jackson, however, loved it. "No, I don't think I would" he said calmly, with out the hint of a stammer.

"Jackson, the girl who lives here – is she your girlfriend?"

He shook his head. "No. Is Michael your boyfriend?" Neither of them said anything for a while. Finally, Lisa shook her head. "No, he's not. We're close, but that's it. Would it be…a problem…if he was?" she asked, allowing a mischievous smile to play on her lips. "Well," he said, reaching out to play with a strand of her hair. "It would be a problem. Because if he was, he wouldn't want me to do this, would he?" As he finished speaking, Jackson Rippner leaned forward and kissed Lisa Reisert on the lips, gently, but passionately. She did something that surprised the both of them. She reciprocated with a kiss so smouldering that it left Jackson feeling weightless, breathless, and pretty much on top of the world. It left Lisa feeling complete.

Ok – another chapter over and done with. I'm not overly keen on this chapter, I don't know why. If anyone figures out what's wrong with it, put it in a review, and I'll attempt to fix it (and yes, that was a very unsubtle attempt to get you to review)