Sorry for the delay in posting – I've got the entire story written out, its just finding the time to type it up and post it.

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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.

Michael's POV

I can't believe it! Aiden is going out with that…that creep. After what he did to Lisa, and Lisa's father, and what he was planning to do to the Keefes as well. And she's dating him. But then, she always had bad taste in guys.

I've got to tell Lisa. He's back in town. What if he goes after Lisa again? He knows where she lives, what's to stop him living up to his promise and stealing her?

The thing is, Aiden said when she got back from her last business trip that she wouldn't be going away again for a while. I bet she was in there with him.

I'm going over to Lisa's. She's dealt with Jackson before. She'll know what to do.

Anyway, Aiden already has a boyfriend. Matt…not that I like him.

Lisa's POV

Okay Lise, why are you doing this? Why are you kissing Jackson? What about Michael? Ok, so we're not exactly dating, but not far from it. This is crazy.

Mmm…he is a VERY good kisser. But this is just so wrong. I'm going to stop…in a minute. Not just yet. I can't move at the moment, so when I regain the use of my legs, I'll stop. Until then, I'll just carry on kissing him…Lisa; this is SO unlike you.

Jackson's POV

Jackson, what the hell are you doing? You shouldn't be kissing Lisa. Have you forgotten about the mission? You need to be concentrating on that, not on kissing Lisa. But kissing Lisa is just so fun.

JACKSON! Snap out of it. This ISN'T good. You're SUPPOSED to be a professional. What would the bosses do if they could see us? Well, they'd pull me from the mission for a start. They'd assign someone else. Someone a lot more brutal than me. Someone like Matt.

Matt would break Lisa in a second…literally. NO! I've got to remain more professional. I can't let them replace me. I'm the only one who know Lisa well enough to be intimidating, yet I know what not to do. But I've GOT to stop kissing her.

Lisa pulled away from Jackson, her face flushed, and her heart racing. "Jackson, why were we doing that? More importantly, why were YOU doing that? I'm sure your superiors wouldn't be happy"

Stung by Lisa's words, Jackson stood up, turned to leave. Before he walked out of the bathroom, he turned to Lisa.

"It takes two to tango, Lisa" he spat, before walking out the door. Lisa waited for the key to turn in the lock, but it didn't. His fault then, she pondered.

Jackson, fuming, sat on the couch. His watch beeped the hour. Looking at it, he saw that it was 10:00 am. He needed to get things moving. Walking back over to the bathroom, he prepared himself for another of Lisa's crying episodes. However, when he opened the door, he found the bathroom empty.

Cursing himself under his breath, he remembered that in his fury, he'd forgotten to lock the door. He ran into the bedroom, but Lisa wasn't there. She wasn't in the kitchen, the lounge, or the spare room either. She had vanished into thin air.

Getting annoyed now, Jackson went to each of the rooms in turn. He checked behind all the doors, in all the cupboards. He checked everywhere Lisa could fit, and a few places she couldn't. Finally, he resorted to scare tactics.

"Lisa, ready or not, here I come…plus a K-Bar" he called in a teasing tone, but with a definite edge to his voice. He heard no reply. But, as he turned into the lounge, he noticed that the couch had moved about an inch. It hadn't been like that last time he checked.

"Got you, Lisa," he said, his voice harsh and unfeeling.

He bent down to look behind the sofa.

"Got you Jack," a voice whispered from behind him. He spun around to see Lisa standing there, frying pan and washing up liquid at the ready.

"Thought I'd give you a chance. It's not very supporting to hit someone from behind," she said calmly, as she swung the frying pan at Jackson, who dodged out of the way. The momentum carried her over, and she ended up on the floor momentarily.

Leaping up, she dropped the washing up liquid on the floor, accidentally spilling some. Then she ran after Jackson, who had gone into the kitchen to grab some more weapons. As she walked into the kitchen, she felt something grab at one of her ankles. Jackson had been lying in wait.

"Miss me Lise?" he asked mockingly

"Yes, but my aim's getting better" she said sarcastically, as she bought her free foot down on his stomach.

Groaning in pain, he released Lisa's ankle, but not before tugging at it so that she went sprawling forward, landing on the floor.

Leaping up, Jackson paced over to where Lisa was quickly trying to sit up, and put his hands round her throat, pushing her against the oven. She clawed at his arms, but to no avail.

"Jackson, when people say 'go for the jugular' they don't mean it literally" she gasped. He loosened his hands so that she could breathe. Looking deep into her eyes, he saw a glimpse of the Lisa who existed before the Fresh Air flight…helpless, and weak. He didn't realise that this was all a front to distract him. That fact only dawned on him when he received a hit over the head with a rolling pin, which Lisa grabbed just before he'd taken her down.

While Jackson was recovering from a rolling pin to the head, Lisa scrambled to her feet and ran out to the lounge. However, she forgot the washing up liquid and slipped on it, hitting her head on the floor.

Walking into the lounge, Jackson saw that Lisa was down. He walked over to where she was laying.

"Well Lise, that was fun, but I'm afraid we can't have too many fights here. Get up" he ordered. When she didn't comply, he leant down, grabbed her wrists and yanked her to her feet.

She struggled and wouldn't walk when he told her to, so he picked her up and carried her into the spare bedroom.

"Now Lisa, after your little…attempt at whatever it was you were attempting, I can't trust you not to try to either run or attack me" he said, putting her on the bed. Holding her wrists in one hand he reached for the belt of a dressing gown, and started to tie her wrists together.

"Do you have to do this Jackson? And how long before we have to carry out the plan? And who are you threatening to kill?" Lisa asked, her voice low. She was shocked at herself for not struggling, but it down to dizziness due to a bump to the head.

He finished tying her wrists, and started to check the gash on her forehead where she'd slipped and fallen on the floor.

"Well Lise, I DO have to tie you, its for my personal safety, as well as your own. Keefe is flying into Atlanta a week today: That's when we act. And I thought I told you who would suffer if you didn't do as I said" he smirked at her and continued to clean her cut with an alcohol wipe.

"No, you didn't tell me. Is it really necessary to hold me captive for over a week? What about the hotel?" Lisa looked miserable and winced in pain as Jackson smoothed a plaster over her cut.

"One thing at a time Lise. Yes it is necessary that I keep an eye on you this week. I'm doing exactly that – keeping an eye on you. Making sure you get enough sleep at night, making sure you eat enough, making sure that you don't overwork. Making sure you're in perfect health for next week. The hotel thinks that your "secret boyfriend" has taken you away on a 14-day vacation. And the person in trouble this time is your dear friend Cynthia.

Ok – all done…enjoy

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