Stage four: realization. This is the stage where the person realizes what had happened and will try make sure that it doesn't happen to any other friends or family that they have.

Lisa was sitting on a chair at her fathers' island while he busied himself with the dishes. The days events hadn't hit her as hard as they should yet, and she had about nine cups of Starbucks to thank for that. Looking out the window she realized that the sun was coming up signaling that start of a new day. The day after Jakes death, the day after Keefes death, and the day after her personal episode of Alias; she sighed and pulled out her cell phone realizing that she hadn't checked when Jake had told her to.

Opening it she saw that Jake had sent her a picture, only moments before their encounter. Pressing okay her breathe caught in her throat as she studied the picture; it was her father, walking down the street he seemed to be talking business with a partner. But that wasn't what worried her it was who was standing next to him talking business.

"Dad, have you ever been to Russia?" she asked replacing the phone to its proper place in her pocket.

"Actually yes, it was a couple years ago though. While you were visiting your mom up in Texas; it was business I didn't want to boar you with it."

"What kind of business?" She asked inching towards the inshya that she had replaced to her ankle strap.

"Ah, just retirement and stuff; I actually met up with an old friend while I was there."

"Do you have any tattoos?"

"Yeah, one. Why do you ask?"

"No reason; I guess I'm just tired and am trying to keep myself awake," she lied then waited for him to turn his back before she pulled out her gun.

"Don't move," she said cocking the gun, "Turn around slowly."

"Lisa, you're not going to shoot me," he said not complying with her wishes.

"I said, turn. Around. Slowly." she said her voice shaking as she took a step forward to show that she was serious. He turned around looking at the ground to avoid eye contact.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this Leese you were supposed to make the call that would take Keefe out then I would move up as head of the company."

"You arranged the assassination, didn't you?" she said, her eyes were welling up with unshed tears.

"I told Jackson to get in have you make the call and get out, but you, being the fighter that you are, you had to fight back." He said taking a step towards Lisa; she took a step back.

"But, but at the house you shot him, you shot him at the house." She said a tear flowing freely down her cheek this time.

"He coming after you was never part of the plan. No, then he crossed a line and had to be taken care of," he took another step to her and she took one more back.

"How? Why?"

"Very simple Leese, you see, I wanted to be the boss but at the moment Keefe was. I take Keefe out then I become the boss no one suspects a thing."

"Let me guess, simple Male-Driven-Fact-Based Logic?" he smirked, "Lisa, you and I both know you're not going to shoot me."

"You're right I'm not," she said lowering the gun; he took this chance to lunge at her knocking her to the ground.

"But I took out Jackson without shooting him," she said sliding her knife from the ankle strap and thrusting it into his throat just above the collarbone. He sat there still on top of her gapping, in shock, of what she had just done. 'That's exactly what she did to Jackson!' giving him a kick to the stomach she managed to get him off of her before running for the stairs.

"Aww, c'mon! Don't tell me that after that you're not gonna put up a fight, Father!"

She yelled from the top of the stairs as he stumbled to his feet holding hand over the wound that his daughter had just given him.

"C'mon old man! I just reduced you to a lower form!" she said wiping her now bloody knife on her pants.

"Don't be stupid, Leese," he rasped; it reminded her all too much of Jackson and she let her mind pretend that he was.

"So tell me, Dad, were you happy when they announced him dead, hmm? Or perhaps what made you happy was hearing that your daughter was the one who would take him out." She spat at him as he stumbled up the stairs; turning on her heals she ran down the hallway and into her brothers old room. She could hear him breathing as he followed her, giving her the same advantage that she had had with Jackson.

She could heat that he was in the same room as her, but she couldn't see him. That's when the noise stopped, "You can't hold your breathe forever old man!" She couldn't believe that she was egging him on!

"Why would I want to?" with that he jumped out from behind the trophy case trying to knock her down. It didn't work instead she landed a roundhouse kick to his side knocking him out of the air.

"Should have held your breathe longer," she said grabbing her hockey stick from the floor and hitting him over the head with it. She got a few good shots in before he reached up caught it; giving it a good tug he ripped out of her head and used it swipe her feet out from under her.

He lifted it up to hit her with it when she pulled out the gun and aimed it directly between the eyes. He froze.

"You're not going to shoot me, Leese. You wouldn't shoot your own father."

"It's just an ending to my episode of Alias," she said before pulling the trigger, he slumped to the floor dead. Lisa crawled over to the wall and leaned her back against bringing her knees up to her chest she hung her head down and she cried. She could hear sirens in the distance, she didn't know who had called or when but she didn't care.

She didn't care because the gun she used was the one that killed Jake, the tattoo on her fathers shoulder was a cross with flames, and the man in the picture had been Jackson Ripner.

Yeah! I am so happy! I have finally finished it! I know that y'all probably weren't expecting that, but I thought it made a good ending. I'm thinking of writting a sequal, but I want to finish 'Tunring Tables' first.