Chapter Six

Lisa awoke the next day, only to find that Jackson had blindfolded her.

It had been a long and stressful night. After Jackson had thrown her things into his Kompressor, he drove her to the Lux, where she had to collect the things that he'd explained to her earlier. Cynthia was there, asking a trillion questions, to which Lisa simply replied that she'd be going away for a while(with her "brother" James)) to a family cabin and felt safer if the keys and other such items were closer to her. Cynthia and the other staff members bought the excuse; after all, Lisa was the manager. Surely, she had a good reason for doing whatever she did. So, Lisa went into her office and got everything Jackson asked, but, without him knowing, handed over the wrong set of keys. He didn't think anything of it; he just snatched them out of her hand once they made it to the parking lot. Once back in the car, Jackson injected Lisa with something to make her sleep (he figured it was nicer than a head-butt); then, he'd taken everything to the people who were handling the operation.

Lisa rubbed her temples.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"That's for me to know…thus the reason you're wearing a blindfold," he replied sharply.

"This is stupid," Lisa sighed and folded her arms. Her stomach growled, "I'm hungry. Are you gonna starve us too?"

"Here," he said, putting some sort of packaged food in her hand. She managed to unwrap it and bring it to her mouth. It was an overly sweet,LittleDebbiestoremuffin; but she was in no position to pass up food.

"Well, wherever we are going…how long until we get there?"

"Don't act like a five year old."

"I just asked a simple question. Quit being such a dick."

"Another couple of hours perhaps? I drive fast." She could tell that much even being blindfolded. Lisa touched the window. It was very cold.

"We're up north aren't we?" she asked before she could stop herself. She felt Jackson's hand snatch hers off of the window.

"Do I have to tie your hands together too?" Lisa glared at him from beneath the cloth. She had finished the muffin, but still had a familiar rumble in her stomach.

"Is that it? A muffin? Christ, Jack…I'm eating for three," she whimpered, "You obviously don't care." She felt Jackson's hand on her abdomen and shoved it away.

"Don't fucking touch me," Lisa warned. Jackson thought about protesting her, but decided to just leave it be.

"We'll stop somewhere I suppose. I really wouldn't want you guys to go hungry." He patted her stomach again, only this time she didn't put up a fight, "But you have to promise to be good." She could hear Jackson rummaging around for something in the glove box. He set something in her hands.

"Put those on." Lisa immediately squinted when he pulled off her blindfold, not having seen direct sunlight for a while. She saw that the object he'd placed in her lap was a pair of big, black sunglasses with black duct tape over the inside of the lenses.

"Put them on, Leese. Don't make me do it for you." She reluctantly hid her eyes once more.

"Thought of everything, didn't ya Jack?"

"I've been in this business a while, remember?"

Lisa felt the car beginning to slow down and then turn into someplace. For the few moments that she'd actually been able to see, she couldn't make out a sign or marker to indicated where the in the hell they were. The car came to a stop.

"Welcome to McDonalds…can I take your order?" she heard. She made a face. McDonalds disgusted her.

"Deal with it. I'm craving a sausage mcmuffin. What do you want?" Jackson snapped. Lisa sighed.

"I'll take two egg mcmuffins and a large orange juice…and an apple pie."

"It's breakfast time…they aren't serving apple pies now."

She stuck out her lip.

"But I want one, Jackson..." Jackson couldn't help but smile and try to bite back a chuckle at her tone. She could be so cute sometimes. And, it was the first time in a while that she'd used his preferred name.

"I'll have a sausage mcmuffin with a coffee and three egg mcmuffins with a large orange juice…and is there any possible way I could get an apple pie with that? My wife is pregnant and she REALLY wants one. I'll pay extra for your trouble."

"I'm sure we could do that. Your total is $16.56…please drive around."

"Why three?" Lisa asked.

"You'll be hungry later and I'm not planning on stopping for a while."

"What about when I have to use the restroom? Don't you know that pregnant women have to do that all the time?"

"Yes. I do. And I also know that most of the time it's a false alarm."

"Well, we'll know if I piss in your seats, won't we?" And the bitch mode is back, Jackson sighed to himself.

"Leese, just tell me if you have to go that bad and I'll deal with it accordingly."

"Ok. I'm not peeing in the woods though. I'll tell you that right now."

"You'll pee where you I say you can or you'll hold it. Stop fucking arguing with me."

"Or what? You won't hurt me…even if you wanted to you couldn't. Your 'boss' or whoever needs me."

"Yes. But they don't need darling Michael. I could always call up and have them slowly cut off one of his limbs over speaker phone. Don't make me do that, Leese." Lisa bit her lip. Jackson wouldn't hurt her, but he'd have no qualms about killing someone else to get his way.

"I. hate. you." Lisa seethed, trying to hide the tremble in her voice. Regardless of her strength, a few stray tears found their way down her cheeks. He ignored her comments and paid the lady. He threw the food into Lisa's lap.

Then Jackson looked over and saw them. He fought the urge to wipe them away and instead began fiddling with the radio stations. He came across one already playing Christmas music. It was November 16th.

"What the fuck…it's only November," Jackson groaned.

"Keep it here. It's the LEAST you can do," he heard Lisa demand. He sighed heavily but decided to let her have her unfortunate music choice.

"Bells will be ringin'…the sad, sad news…oh, what a Christmas to have the blues….my Baby's gone…" Lisa sang drearily and loudly.

Why is she being so goddamn difficult? Jackson thought wearily.

"You're only going to upset yourself," Jackson told her, trying to find an excuse to turn off the "offensive noise and stop her awful crooning.

"What…you fucking hate Christmas, too? You're a grinch. And you think I'm gonna let you hang around and help me raise my kids? Ha."

"OUR kids, Lisa. And yes,I'm not really all thatfondof Christmas.Not all of us are lucky enough to have the warm fuzzy family holidays, ok?"

Lisa made no sparring reply, but instead moved into a sleeping position and put her seat back. In less than 10 minutes, she was asleep again. Jackson almost chuckled to himself for the second time that day. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to be a pregnant woman…all of those crazy hormones, cravings, and mood swings. And then on top of those things, being abducted and taken away from her family and friends. Jackson knew he had to do his job and do it right, or both he and Lisa would die. If she didn't cooperate, things would be difficult for the both of them. But Jackson would make things go his way; and maybe, just maybe, when they got out of it, Lisa would feel something for him.

AN: As per request, I will most likely be adding another chapter in between chapters 7 and 8 for more "Lisa pregnancy mood swings." I hope everyone enjoyed this one.