AN: Well, my loves...here is chapter seven. It's my longest one yet. I'm sorry if there are gramatically errors...I was too lazy to read over it again. Another thing-the scream Lisa does at the end...think Regina George in MEAN GIRLS Heh. Enjoy!

Chapter Seven

Michael had tried calling Lisa all morning. She and Michael were supposed to go shopping for strollers; he'd taken the afternoon off to help her. He'd hoped to get her to have lunch with him as well at 1:00, but she wasn't answering either of her phones and he was beginning to get paranoid. It wasn't like Lisa at all. He'd noticed that she'd been acting strangely the day before when he'd taken her out to dinner. She was visibly shaken and that knife business…

He pulled up outside of her house at 1:30. Her car was in the driveway; so why wasn't she answering his phone calls? He knocked on the door.

"Leese?" he called. Michael opened the door and called her name again. The house looked normal. He walked up the stairs to her bedroom and was slightly disturbed by what he saw. Lisa's suitcases were out, but the biggest one was missing and her clothes were everywhere as if she'd left in a hurry. But then, why was her car still here? he wondered. He out his phone and called Joe; Michael was sure that Joe would know her whereabouts. The phone rang and rang, but again, there was no pickup on the other end. Michael was starting to get a little unnerved. He left, got back into his car, and drove to Joe's house.

And it was the same scene there: car in the drive, nothing out of place. He knocked on the door and walked inside.

"Joe, have you heard from Lisa?" he called into the kitchen. There was no answer.

"Joe?"

There was a noise from behind him, and before Michael knew it, his world had gone black.

He awoke some hours later in a place he recognized as Joe Reisert's house. An unfamiliar man was staring him in the face when he opened his eyes.

"Sleeping beauty is finally awake," he cooed, and slapped Michael on the back.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked, rubbing his head which was throbbing painfully. He noticed that he was also tied to a chair. The man smirked and sat down in front of him.

"Well, I can't really tell you that. But, all you need to know is - don't anything foolish, because Lisa and Joe Reisert's life is at stake."

"What have you done with them?" Michael demanded.

"Oh, Joe is here…he is just being briefed by my partner, Shane. I'm Ben, by the way."

"Where. Is. Lisa."

"Calm down, there, Buddy. She is in good hands…far away from here. No harm will come to her if you just sit here and do as you're told. And no harm will come to you if Lisa does the same."

"WHO has her?"

"Well, I suppose since you simply can't go on without knowing…" Ben trailed off and instead of saying anything else, punched Michael in the stomach. Michael felt all the breath get knocked out of him.

"Let that be a lesson. It's dangerous to ask questions. Next time you do something I don't like, you might loose more than your breath, Mr. Foster." Ben smiled and started to get up just as Shane was bringing in Joe.

"Here ya go, now you have a friend, Mr. Reisert," Ben explained, tying him into a chair next to Michael. Then they left and walked into the kitchen.

"Not you too…" Joe groaned.

"Afraid so. Did they tell you where Lisa was?"

"No. And I don't want to press my luck. These guys look pretty rough."

"No shit. I knew something was wrong when Lisa didn't answer her phone this morning. I got this sick feeling in my stomach."

"I know. They keep telling me she is alright…but I just don't know what to believe.

"Leese…" She could hear Jackson's voice singing softly. She felt his hand smooth a stray hair out of her face and her eyes reluctantly opened.

"What now?" She groaned, not particularly wanting to talk to him.

"We're here. Get up." He took off the glasses. Lisa noticed that the sun had just gone down…and there was still a small bit of light in the sky. They were in a drive way completely surrounded by woods and there was a huge lake in the back of the house, which resembled a modern log cabin. There wasn't a sign of civilization for hundreds of miles, or neighbors for that matter. Lisa's eyes began to well up and she knew that there truly was no way out. Jackson lifted her bags out of the trunk and set them on the ground in front of her with a thud. She looked at him angrily, fighting back the threatening tears.

"The least you could do is carry them in, you ass," she sniffed. In response, he silently took the bags and ushered her forward.

He made her turn away as he punched a code into a pad by the front door. The door opened and Jackson pulled Lisa inside.

"Pretty high-tech for a log cabin in the middle of nowhere," Lisa chuckled dryly.

"You'd be surprised. The company I work for had this made. It's one of 6 in this country alone. We bring a lot of hostages here."

"Aw, I'm not the first?" Lisa sighed sarcastically and pouted. Jackson didn't dignify her comment with a response but instead continued to pull her into the first room off the hallway. He opened the door with a keypad. It opened to reveal a spacious bedroom.

"This is where you'll be sleeping. I'd sleep with you, but I'm afraid of what you might do to me at this point."

"Gee, there's a disappointment." Lisa snapped her fingers.

"You are thoroughly amused by your own voice aren't you?" Jackson retorted, "Anyway. I've swept the room entirely for objects that you could hurt or kill me with. The windows are locked…don't attempt to escape. There is a bathroom through that door. Now, would you like to get some sleep or would you like to watch a movie? We don't get TV channels…wouldn't want you watching the news."

"I don't want to do anything with you, if that is what you're suggesting. I may be your prisoner here, but that doesn't mean I have to 'hang out' with you. I just want to stay in here and knit." Jackson thought about for a moment.

"You can knit, but you'll do it where I can see and if you try anything…you know what will happen." She simply scowled at him and began to unpack her knitting supplies. Jackson led her into the den where she plopped down on a couch and Jackson went to work setting up his laptop and making phone calls. Lisa pretended she wasn't listening to the conversation.

"Yes. We're here. No, she doesn't know. It was fine. A month possibly….until they're born, yes." Lisa's heart beat came to a screeching halt. Surely, Jackson wasn't planning on keeping her locked up until she delivered? And how in the world would they get to a hospital? Lisa Reisert would not have her babies in a log cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere. Jackson was out of his goddamn mind.

"I'll call you later when she's asleep." Jackson eyed her as he said this. Her eyes scrambled back to her knitting. She was weaving a blue blanket for her son, just like the pink she'd finished days earlier for her little girl. She noticed that it was starting to snow outside and she thought of the many holidays she'd spent in Colorado with her parents when they were still together. There wasn't any hint of 'home' around the cabin. Is she was going to be forced to stay here over Thanksgiving and possibly the Christmas season, there would be some changes that needed to be made. Perhaps she could guilt or annoy Jackson into going to get a tree and decorations. The babies' first Christmas would not be spent in a dank, undecorated cabin. If she was lucky, it would be spent at home in Florida with her father and Michael. Sweet Michael. He didn't deserve any of what he was surely going through. Lisa would personally kill whoever harmed him…once she wasn't almost nine months pregnant anymore.

A few hours went by where neither of them said a word to each other. Jackson was the first to break the silence.

"What are you making?" Jackson asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"A blanket," Lisa replied shortly, then added: "For Jonathan."

"So…we've decided on Jonathan?" he asked.

"Honestly, what is this we, Jackson? Do you have a clown in your pocket?" Lisa asked, feeling a bit bold.

"Ooh ZING, Leese. But, really…it's Jonathan now?"

"Yes. Jonathan Michel."

"Michelle?"

"Mee-shell…like um…Michael…only French." She stuttered, knowing that he would be less-than-thrilled to hear the newly found middle name for his future son.

"I seriously hope you're joking."

"I LIKE that name. I want my children to have French names…they're grandma and great grandma were French after all." He stood up, trying to appear menacing in his height.

"Well, I hate it!

" She stood up as well, coming up to chest (without her high heels on)

"Too FUCKING bad! You don't get to decide shit!"

"Why are you being so selfish Lisa? I'm TRYING to do the right thing and be involved in the kids' lives!"

"I'M SELFISH? YOU are the one who ruined my life once, and then came back again to fuck it up once more! You could have done this operation some other way…but no, you wanted to come back for me…"

"Maybe they could have…but they are the ones who wanted to kill me for not doing this stupid thing – It's for our own good!"

"So, you're telling me that you never would have come back if your company didn't need to use me in this operation?"

Jackson didn't respond. Then, she noticed his cheek bones flex. The way they flexed when he was upset about something.

"I thought so. You can't tell me you weren't gonna come back once you heard about me…"

"Lisa…"

"You're pathetic." She turned on a heel, and marched back to her room. Jackson stood there for a moment, remembering the last time he'd heard her say that to him. It was shortly followed by Jackson hurling her down a flight of stairs. Of course, this time, she was pregnant….and there were no stairs.

"Bitch…" he grumbled, going after her. She was not going to put him in his place that easily. She didn't know anything about what he felt. He came face to face with her closed door.

"Lisa…you know I can just punch in the code and come in, right?" he asked with an eerily serene quality to his voice. She could tell he was trying not to lose it.

"Go ahead and see what happens," she challenged. Jackson opened the door and a vase came hurling out, smashing on the wall behind him. He'd forgotten to remove the vases.

"Now, let's not be-" another one came flying past and joined the other one.

"I want to be left alone! AHHHHHH!" Lisa let out a shriek the likes of which Jackson had never heard before in his natural born life. It was awful; he was sure that dogs miles away could hear it. It was all he could do to run away and cover his ears from the offending noise. He retreated to his room and decided to leave Lisa be for the night. He knew that the scream was definitely a result of pregnancy mood swings, because Lisa Reisert would never act like a 16 year old girl to get what she wanted. He hoped this wasn't merely a preview of things to come.

Reviews anyone?