This is my first fanfic, so any help would be appreciated! The same goes for reviews. )

Lisa Reisert tossed the cereal box into the cabinet and put her bowl in the dishwasher. She noticed a flash of light on the wall and spun around. Calm down, Lisa, it's just a car, she chided herself. It had been three months since the fateful day she met Jackson Rippner on flight 1019. Jackson "happened" to be sitting next to Lisa on the plane, and while they were in the air, he forced her to help him with a government assassination. Lisa, however, managed to turn the tables on him once they landed and Jackson had been detained and put into a high-security prison.

One phone call. Unlucky phone calls seemed to be happening to Lisa more and more often. Her part in Jackson's plan involved a phone call. The news of her father's death had been given to her on the phone, and the most recent call, two weeks ago. Jackson was being transported to another prison, when the driver lost control of the vehicle and crashed. The car exploded, and the driver and the two security guards were found dead at the scene. Jackson, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found. The police did find a heavily mutilated body, and they assumed it was Jackson. Lisa, however, was terrified. She doubted that Jackson was dead, and the news about the crash had sent her to the brink of paranoia.

"We'll talk later." Jackson's last words to her echoed through her mind. Jackson always kept his promises, and if Lisa's suspicions of his survival were correct, she had no doubt that they would speak again. Three weeks went by without incident, and Lisa started slipping back into her old routine; the one that she had tried to shake when she found out that Jackson had stalked her, and it wasn't very hard to do. The red eye flight had only made Lisa more self dependant, and she refused her friend Cynthia's pleas to talk to a therapist.

"After all you've been through, you should really talk to someone. Let out your feelings. And people always find it easier to talk to strangers than people they are close to. It's human nature. Please, Lisa." Cynthia had begged. But there was no way Lisa was going to pay some man to listen to her problems. She tried to relieve her tension by working more and more.

Jackson Rippner stared through his binoculars at Lisa. He would have her again, no doubt about that. There was no way she could escape from him this time, and this time, it was personal. Lisa would pay for putting him through this humiliation. Jackson had survived only because he was so valuable to his company. Nevertheless, he had been demoted and his pay docked severely. Not only had that little bitch physically beat him, she had lost him his high position in the company. This will be fun.

"Ms. Reisert, could you come here for a moment?" John Marcuccio called. Lisa excused herself from another pair of faceless, irate guests and Cynthia took over for her as she walked to her boss's office and sat heavily in a comfortable chair.

"Lisa, you have been working relentlessly for months and quite frankly, I'm worried about you."

"Sir with all due respect, I-"

"Lisa, There is no arguing, you are visibly exhausted, and I don't want you collapsing one day at work." Ugh, is he making excuses for me? Lisa thought.

"Now, you are going to take a vacation. It is all worked out: the company will pay for a one month trip to New York. When you come back, I expect you to be well rested."

Lisa sighed in defeat and accepted the folder that Mr. Marcuccio held out to her. I really should take a vacation. I might as well enjoy this.

As Lisa walked out of the office, she glanced down at the information she had in her hands. Her flight left the next day, so Lisa decided she better start getting ready as soon as she could. When her shift ended, she drove home and got to packing. Being a hotel manager, she was incredibly efficient, and it only took her an hour and a half to get packed. If I forgot anything, I can just buy it in New York. Exhausted as usual, she fell right asleep.

At the airport, Lisa scanned the television screens for her flight. It's on time, thank God. Her flight took off at ten, and since it was only nine o'clock, Lisa grabbed a snack and a coffee. She settled down at her gate with a new book, Angels and Demons, and proceeded to read it.

"Flight 209 is now boarding, will all passengers in coach please report to the front gate. Flight 209." Damn, that's me, Lisa thought. The book was really good and she didn't want to put it down. Whatever, it's a long flight.

She grabbed her luggage and handed her ticket to the woman at the desk.

"Thank you for flying with us, have a nice flight," the woman smiled mechanically. Lisa forced a smile back and stepped into the tunnel. When she got to her row seat, she saw a man in the isle seat. "Excuse me, but I think that's my seat." The man smiled and got up. Inwardly, Lisa shuddered. Déjà vu was not welcome in her life at any time.

The flight landed in New York, uneventful. As she stepped out into the sunlight, Lisa breathed a sigh of relief. Vacation. She checked into her hotel, unpacked, and decided to take a walk. New York City was amazing, and Lisa found that she was thrilled to be there. She walked around, looking at stored and street vendors, picking up things and putting them down again. She decided to buy a painting of Times Square for Cynthia, and got a beautiful photograph of the Statue of Liberty at twilight for herself.

Jackson smirked as he watched Lisa tour the city. Enjoy it while it lasts, Leese. He had to admit that he was disappointed when she seemed unfazed by her flight, but recovered slightly when he saw her subconsciously shrink away from alleys and parking lots. She seemed to be having fun, but Jackson was sure that he would have much, much more fun in the big city.

When Lisa got to her room, she changed into her pajamas and flopped onto the bed. Shopping is exhausting! She turned over to grab her book, but found that she couldn't keep her eyes open; she fell asleep within minutes.

Lisa woke up the next morning at five thirty, and decided to get up. As she emerged from the bathroom, there was a knock at the door. She had no idea who it could possibly be, room service started at ten. Then she remembered that the hotel gave long term guests a complimentary newspaper every morning.

Opening the door, she started to say, "Thanks for the paper, but in the future, could you just leave it outside the do-" Lisa gasped as she caught sight of the brightest pair of blue eyes she had ever seen.

"Hey there Leese, long time no see," Jackson grinned.