XxAnimeChick: I won't give away anything but I think that this chapter might clear things up a little bit if not the next one will.

BregoBeauty: Thank you I am so glad you like it! I wasn't quite happy with the first chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything Red Eye.

If heaven and hell are here on Earth,

I'd hate to see the after life.

!#$&

"Lisa!" came the merry voice from behind, and she turned around to see Ben rushing towards her with his arms open wide. She jumped up giving him a hug wrapping her legs around him as he picked her up off the ground for more of show.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek as he set her back down then smiling she gave a side ways glance out one of the windows and watched as Jackson made a face. She smiled to herself; she was one of the only people who knew he was gay "I'm surprised you came to work after what happened. I thought maybe you would be at home, maybe still in bed!" he chuckled.

She gave him another peck on the cheek before turning to Cynthia, who was gaping at the two. She didn't know he was gay, "Is Jake here yet? Or should I wait for him?" she asked, she could see the confusion in her eyes as she sat there and tried to understand what was going on.

"Huh...? Oh yeah! He's on the second floor" she said still in shock at the scene with her and Ben, Lisa smiled her thanks then made her way toward the elevator.

!#$&

"Why do the cards keep demagnetizing?" Jake asked himself as he flipped the 4080 card in his hand. "Jake! Can I talk to you for a moment?" came the chirpy voice of Lisa from behind he turned around to find her tapping her foot impatiently. He was left gapping at the new Lisa he saw in front of him, he was expecting the women with dark brown curls but found blonde curls hiding half of her face. And instead of seeing the usual silk and skirt he saw tight jeans a white sweater and sneakers.

"Wow! You look… different," he said still shocked at the new appearance then his breath caught in his throat as he remembered what he needed to tell her. "Lisa I need to talk to you about your file…" he let his words dangle in the air above them.

There was a long silence with tension to thick you could gather it with a pot and make stew with it. "It's uh… the uh, the file it's a fake" she said looking at the ground, "And to tell the truth," she said looking up into his face to see his reaction.

"I've never really shot a gun" she said laughing, "Then what's up with the ankle holster?"

He moved close enough to kiss her when she put a hand on his chest "I don't believe in love." Was all she said he smiled and took a step backwards nearly bumping into one of the guests "uh excuse me" he said and walked down the hall.

Lisa watched him walk down the hall, and felt the whole in her heart grow bigger and bigger with each stride he took.

!#$&

"Sir, we may have a problem" Marty said walking up to Jackson who was standing in front of the Lux hotel. "What do you want Marty?" he asked annoyed, he gave a sideways glance at the window to the lobby and a young man that he know knew as Jake walk out of the elevator muttering to himself.

"I just over heard a conversation between Lisa and a young man apparently the file we pulled was a fake, the only training she has is the things that you had Richard teach her."

He said watching Jackson walk back and forth "I told her I might have to steal her" he said making his way towards the front door.

!#$&

"That is so cliché," Lisa muttered to herself as she heard the faint plea 'please don't kill me' she could see the blonde headed boy crying and his mothers pleading. She stepped out of the elevator only to feel a cold hand come around her throat and push her back inside. "I've had about enough of this game," Jackson said slamming her against the elevator wall.

She managed to smile, "Let me guess you found out that my file was a fake," she choked, his grip on her throat got tighter and she began to cough.

"Maybe if we got good ol' dad into this then maybe you would want to be a little more cooperative."

!#$&

"Dad open the door!" she called as she banged on the front door, the door opened within a matter of seconds. And Jackson shoved it wide open knocking Joe over onto his back he walked in dragging Lisa by the arm. "Tell me where it's at," he said pointing the gun at her father's head.

"It's on the bookshelf… to your right" she said tears threatening to run.

"Once we have these files you and I are going back to the hotel and wait for Keefe. And if you give me any trouble I will make you watch as dear ol' dad dies" he said before turning to the bookshelf.

She bent down next to her father trying to see if he was alright, "Dad, take this and if anyone else comes into the house shoot them." She took the gun out of her ankle holster and tried to hand it to her father with out Jackson seeing. She almost jumped when her father put it back into her ankle holster.

"I hate guns, they kill people," he said as Jackson walked over to them.

"You're quite lucky that I found the files," he said grabbing a pair of hand cuffs from his back pocket and throwing them at her.

"Cuff him" he said smirking at her, she could see it in his clear blue eyes that he was finding it amusing, and she tried to glare but could only manage a look of utter terror that only boosted his amusement.

She tried to clear her head and think of a way to get out of what was about to happen as she hand cuffed her father to his in table. She rose shaking afraid that Jackson might just kill her now that he had the files.

"Now tell me again, what exactly are these files for?" he asked flipping through them she rolled her eyes and forced herself to stop shaking.

"Last year I and Keefe went over a few safety procedures, we put together a file about them and we each have a copy," she said her voice shaking.

He gave his trademark smirk and pointed the gun down at her father; she quickly pushed his arm out of the way and looked up at his surprised face. But then he noticed what was in her hand, a hockey stick, acting quickly she struck him across the face making him lose his balance and falling over.

"Gosh, is it just the power trip you get from shoving a gun in an old man's face? Or do you seriously think that it'll get you some where?" she said walking up to him and lifting his chin with the end of the hockey stick, "What are you gonna do kill me? You know the minute you do you'll be sorry." He said with a grin, she steadied herself for an embrace but nothing came.

"No, I won't even remember."