Disclaimer: I own no part of Red Eye, and am in no way earning any profit off this story. It is fan fiction, and is written for enjoyment, not monetary gain.

Phrases in italics are Lisa's communications with Jackson.

Phrases in bold are loudspeaker announcements.

5:55 am.

Wednesday.

As Lisa buckled up again, she noticed that the CIA agent wasn't in his seat. In fact, as she looked around, she couldn't see him anywhere.

"Merton?" she whispered, peering over the seats to try and spot him.

"I see him." Jackson said dully.

"Where?" she whispered.

"The terrorists have got him. I think they know he's a CIA – "

There was the brief sound of gunfire, than silence.

" – well, either way, mission accomplished."

Lisa suddenly felt hot and sick; anger coursing through her body. Confused, hurting, and exhausted from her ordeals, she leaned back against the seat and pulled the blanket up. Hot tears she didn't know she had left fell down her cheeks and she closed her eyes to stem their flow.

"It wasn't fair. I didn't…they didn't…"

"Well, I'm satisfied. You won't go telling my secrets to the government, will you Leese? I think I'll stay here, just to make sure of that." he nodded to himself, sitting back in the chair.

Lisa made a face as her cramps got slightly stronger, making her feel ill as the plane dipped slightly. She suddenly recalled the fact that they were running out of fuel…she wondered vaguely if they'd have to make a forced landing somewhere, or if they'd crash. Both seemed equally unappealing.

Jack, can you go and –

"NO." he said, narrowing his eyes. "I'm NOT possessing one of them – not ever again! It was horrible."

"Horrible like when I was bleeding all over your fingers?"

He swallowed and she opened her eyes a crack; she was surprised to see his cheeks go a slight shade of red.

"What. Oh, no. Don't say I owe you for that!" he said, making futile protesting gestures with his hands.

Suddenly the plane lurched forwards and bounced against something, spinning slightly. "Ughhhh…"

"Well, I guess that answers that question." Jackson shrugged, holding onto the seat as the plane bucked and shuddered.

When they'd finally come to a stop, Lisa peered out the window.

"We're…oh, my God…"

"What?" Jackson snapped, leaning over her to look out of the tiny opening. He blinked, and then blinked again. "What in the name of – "

"Well, at least we've landed at our final destination." she said dryly, looking out at the familiarly – lit signs and buildings that told her they'd landed in Miami.

"What are the odds of that?" he snorted, but smiled slightly. It was just so odd.

"Not large." Lisa agreed quietly, unbuckling her seatbelt but leaving the blanket on. She was feeling a little chilly. "I wonder what they're doing up there."

For about five minutes or so, everyone sat in tense silence. When over ten minutes went by without any word from the terrorists in the cockpit, people began to relax slightly, but still no one got up or talked louder than whispers.

After twenty minutes, Lisa frowned.

Something's wrong. They should've told us what they were planning by now, or at least started calling up people for – for execution.

"You're right about that, I suppose – they DID say that's what they were going to start doing again…"

She gave him a look.

"Oh, all RIGHT!" he hissed, standing up and walking down the aisle.

Five minutes passed, then another five, then ten – it was half an hour before Jackson came back, looking slightly confused and more than a little embarrassed.

"They knew about the CIA agent." he said, sitting back down in his seat. "They've got cameras hidden everywhere. Including the bathroom."

"Oh…dear." Lisa's eyes widened in horror and disbelief.

"They're all…well…doing what men do…when watching porn on tape." Jackson looked down and away.

"But…they should've only seen me…" she looked at him in confusion. "Jack?" she whispered.

"Apparently, I show up on tape." he raised his eyebrows at her. "And they're trying to figure out who I am, and why they couldn't see me anywhere else on the plane."

"Oh, shit. This isn't good…"

To Be Continued…

Notes: I'm so pleased that so many people seem to love this story! Just a quick heads-up; there will be 15 chapters – no more, no less. I've got them all planned out down to the last quip of dialogue, I just have to finish editing them and then post them.

The last chapter will be put up before 12:01 am EST on Saturday, and it will conclude this story. However there may be an epilogue, if I find enough tagger swimming around in my brain.

Cheers!