Don't own Red Eye. Alexi and Ruth are my creations. Other then that zip, nada.

"Rebecca lets go." Alexi said she was busy picking up her carry on luggage. Rebecca wasn't listening. She was frantically looking around for Jackson's slim form. And then she finally spotted him about ten feet from them. He was talking to a woman that Rebecca had never seen before. Apparently Jackson had never seen the woman before. Jackson was looking vaguely amused though somewhat startled. It seemed the pretty dark haired woman had come up to him. When it became clear the two were deep in conversation Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief.

She had to tell someone else, there was nothing else for it. As Rebecca turned to pick out a different security guard her aunt called her back. "Come on Rebecca we'll sit down awhile. We have time." As Ruth led her daughter and niece to a bench, Rebecca kept her eyes trained on Jackson and his flirt. She didn't like the idea of going to another guard but what choice did she have, he hadn't been too kind to her though. If she was an adult, but no she wasn't.

"Aunt Ruthie?" As the three of them sat on bench with all of their travel gear Rebecca weighed the option of telling her aunt. Aunt Ruthie was bound to believe her.

"Yes?" As Ruth looked over their tickets and other various items Rebecca made her choice.

"Do you see that man over there, with the dark hair, the one talking to that lady?"

Ruth glanced curiously at Rebecca but nodded. "Why?"

"He was on that red eye flight; I think he was the one who was with that Lisa Reisert woman." Rebecca choose her words carefully this time. "He tried to harm Lisa and I don't think he belongs here. He should be in jail."

Ruth nodded, tucking her documents away in her purse. "Okay, well that's interesting." She studied Jackson for a moment, who had managed to make the woman laugh. "I am sorry Rebecca."

Rebecca was taken aback. "What?"

"I should have realized the red eye flight affected you more then I thought."

"No, that's not it at all!" But it didn't matter; Ruth was shaking her head in sympathy. "It's all right, we'll work it out in Texas, for now please stop the stories."

"But..." It was no use; Ruth had turned her attention from Rebecca back to her daughter who was still complaining. "Rebecca, just... stop."

Rebecca stared ahead at Jackson. She needed to somehow convince people of the truth. And if pre-teen novels had taught her anything it was that you set off to find it.

"May I go to restroom?" She turned wide blue eyes on her aunt. Ruth hesitated, but the bathroom was close by.

Ruth thought it over. "Come straight back."

Exhilarated Rebecca almost ran from her aunt and cousin only to realize she had no idea what exactly to do. Jackson was still just standing there with the woman. Annoyed Rebecca moved as close to them as she dared. Standing against the wall, careful to avoid the gazes of her family and Jackson Rebecca ducked near a large plant.

"So where are you going?" The woman asked sweetly, her head inclined.

"New York. Some unfinished business I need to take of care." Jackson coughed and put his hand to his throat for a moment.

New York, what was in New York? Rebecca wondered it didn't matter. She needed something that would be obviously incriminating. The woman however, didn't seem to feel the same way as Rebecca. "Its sounds lovely," She said, lightly tossing her hair.

Debating Rebecca looked up to meet blue eyes, looking directly into her own. He had seen her.

Rebecca ran. She ran without looking back, with out thinking, without considering he hadn't seen her at all. What was that noise she heard behind her? Was he giving chase? Had he finally realized she was there? Would he dare hurt her in front of so many people?

Once she had rounded a corner she stopped. No one was there. She was horrified to discover people were openly staring at her and she avoided all their gazes. She really hoped Aunt Ruthie hadn't seen her suddenly bolt off from out of nowhere. Panting and leaning against the wall Rebecca screamed when a figure appeared in front of her.

"Are you lost miss?" The women smiled down at her. "My names Sophia and I work with security."

Rebecca stood up straight and shook her head. "I'm fine, I just..."

"It was so funny you just took off like someone had been after you." The woman laughed and offered her hand. "Let's find your family shall we?" The idea of walking back around the corner with him there was not appealing. Fine... she'd ..." Wait, something is wrong." Rebecca said pausing. Sophia glanced back at her, concerned. "There's this man, and he's dangerous. He's a... killer."

Sophia nodded. "And how do you know this?" "I've seen him before. Remember when that hotel blew up? He was part of that." A pause then, "What does he look like?" "Tall, skinny, eyes that are brighter blue then mine and he's wearing a suit. He's just around the corner." Rebecca added. Sophia glanced at the corner, and her lips became a tight line. When she spoke, her voice was kind. "All right, let's go."

"You believe me?"

"I believe you." Sophia said, offering her hand again. Rebecca smiled for the first time all day and took Sophia's hand.

"When you arrest him you have to make sure he doesn't get away again. You see I've seen him before on this other plane trip I took. It was the first one I took all by myself so I think I was the only one who knew he was bad. But when I tried to tell someone no one believed me!" Rebecca paused as they rounded the corner, she didn't see him. "I hope he didn't get too far!" She exclaimed. Sophia nodded, "He's here somewhere." She pointed to her aunt and cousin who had stood up at the sight of Rebecca with a security guard. "Is that your aunt?" Rebecca stopped in her tracks. "How do you know that's my aunt?"