Disclaimer: I don't own Red Eye or any characters in it. SOB. I wish I did.

Chapter Three: Slumber Party

Minutes seemed to pass like hours as Lisa blinked, staring wide eyed at Jackson. "Wait. Wait. Wait! ...What?" she rambled, knowing that she wasn't making much sense.

Jackson smirked, amused at her lack of words. "I need your help."

Lisa eyed the knife attached to his hip wearily. "You need...my help?"

Jackson shifted in his seat, becoming impatient. "Leese, do I need to repeat myself for a third time?"

"B-but I thought you were going to hurt me...kill me." she replied, still eying his KA-BAR.

Jackson followed her gaze to his hip, then he looked back up into her eyes. "I just used that for effect. Just like old times, remember?"

Lisa's mind was spinning. "So you won't hurt me...?"

"I wasn't planning on it."

"You promise?"

"I promise, and you know that I don't lie," he reassured her. Why was he reassuring her? I must be going soft, he decided.

"Why do you need my help? I-I'm not going to make any calls for you. I won't." she stated with firmness in her voice.

"Don't worry, I don't need that type of help."

"Then what type of help do you need, Jackson? Why...does everyone think your dead?"

"I'll answer you're questions later, Leese. I just can't do it right now."

Lisa nodded, "Okay, I'll help you."

Jackson smiled at her, not a smirk, but an actual smile. "Good girl."

They got out of the car and made their way up to Lisa's apartment, Lisa keeping a safe distance from Jackson he whole way up.

Once they made it to the front door, Lisa began to rummage through her purse for her house key.

"Dammit," she mumbled.

While she as attempting to find her house keys in the bottomless pit she called a purse, Jackson slipped forward and opened the door with a key of his own. Lisa looked at him in surprise.

"Spare key," he said, answering her silent question.

"Spare key? SPARE KEY? You have a spare key to my house—" She screeched, before Jackson roughly covered her mouth and yanked her inside.

She struggled against his grip, and once the door was open, she threw his hands off of her. "That hurt!" she yelled at him.

"Like I said, I may have to use force from time to time. I can't have you waking up the whole apartment complex."

Lisa glared at him, then stomped up the stairs, leaving Jackson standing in the middle of her living room. Once she came back down, she had a blanket and pillow in hand, which she shoved in Jackson's face.

"You sleep on the couch," she said.

Jackson looked at the couch disdainfully. "Don't you treat your house guest better than this?"

Lisa growled at him, "I don't have special treatments for men who tried to kill me."

Jackson walked over to the couch and threw his stuff on it. "That was strictly business."

"Was chasing my around my fathers house with a knife business?"

Jackson went rigid, and then glanced over his shoulder at her. "I may...have gotten a bit angry that time."

Lisa smirked. She walked back over to the stairs and went to go back to her room. Stopping on the first stair, she turned around and looked at Jackson, who was now sprawled out on the couch.

"Good night, Jackson."

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Lisa glanced at the clock, watching with blood shot eyes as the numbers changed from 3:48a.m. To 3:49a.m.

She really should be sleeping right now, but she couldn't. She had tried, oh had she tried; tossing and turning for hours, but sleep just wouldn't come.

Throwing the sheet to the foot of the bed, she sat up and sighed. She had a sudden craving for scrambled eggs. She slipped of the bed and stretched, threaded her fingers through her hair nervously. She was really hungry, but she didn't want to run the risk of waking up Jackson. She had let Jackson stay in her house. Why had she done that? If only she knew. Part of her pitied him, and part of her was sorry for causing this problem in her life. After all, it had been her that cause him to fail. Though that didn't change the fact that she had every right in the world to do what she did.

She padded barefoot down the hallway to the kitchen, being extra careful to step over her squeaky floor boards. As she came to the end of the hallway, she quietly peaked around to corner and into the living room. Jackson lay sprawled out on the couch, his leg was falling off of the edge, and the blanket she had given him was nestled down by his feet. Lisa smiled, he looked so... human when he slept. It was sort of cute...

Soundlessly, Lisa tip toed over to Jackson's sleeping form, and as carefully as possible, she pulled his blanket up to his chest. She couldn't have him catching a could, now could she?

She walked into the kitchen and jerked open the refrigerator, causing a bit more noise that she had planned to. She snapped her head to look over at Jackson, but he still seemed to be asleep. Whew, that was close. She reached into the back of the fridge and pulled out an egg and the milk carton, then she quietly shut the door.

"Wha'cha doing, Leese?"

Lisa screamed and her whole body jerked in surprise, causing her to toss her egg in the air, which Jackson gracefully caught before it smashed into the ground.

"Just as jumpy as always, I see," he chuckled.

Lisa's brow furrowed as she frowned at him. "Don't DO that. I nearly had a heart attack."

"Scrambled eggs at 3 o'clock in the morning? Some things never change."

Lisa shuddered slightly. She felt uncomfortable when she remembered that he had stalked her for eight weeks before the Keefe incident. Why had she agreed to let him stay here again?

The silence was becoming very uncomfortable in her very cramped kitchen, and it was starting to make Lisa a little twitchy.

"Do you want one?" She asked while scrambling her egg.

Jackson shrugged. "Sure, why not?" He moved over to the fridge and got his ingredients and handed it to Lisa, who then prepared a scramble egg for him.

They sat at the table silently, each eating their eggs. Lisa pushed her food around with her fork, having a sudden loss of appetite. Who wouldn't? She was eating eggs at 3 o'clock in the morning with her would-be assassin. That thought alone was enough to send her into a fit of giggle; which, incidentally, it did.

Her shoulders began to shake uncontrollably, and when she couldn't hold it in any longer, she let out a booming laugh. Jackson just stared on with amusement written in his ice blue eyes.

"Shes finally cracked," he murmured to himself.

Lisa continued to laugh, "It's just so funny!" she told him through her giggles.

"What is?"

"This whole situation. Look at me, Jackson. I'm sitting here, in my pajamas, having a late night snack with the man who tried to kill me. Isn't that even remotely funny to you?"

"Funny? Sure, Leese, whatever you say..." He said. Maybe she really had cracked...

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A/N: Well, I have some good news, and I have some bad news.

Good News: I finally updated this chapter!

Bad News: I only outlined the story up to this point, and I'm not really sure what direction I want to take it in. (The dreaded writers block!) So, any suggestions/ideas from the reviewers would be greatly appreciated. D