Authors Note-Yes, another fanfic by me! I really like the plot idea for this one though and I knew I'd forget it if I didn't get it down soon. I wanted to have it as a screenplay but sadly it fell through so now it's simply for my own enjoyment! I incorporated a few themes from my other fanfictions because I felt I needed to. Well, please review!

Disclaimer-I don't own any of the characters or the first Red Eye...just Christopher, Tanya, and any other characters my mind cares to create :)

Lisa Reisert sighed as she shut her compact mirror closed. She looked to the vanity mirror in front of her. Her hair was frazzled, and her face looked fraught and upset. Yet no tears spilled from her brown eyes as they so closely threatened to. She wouldn't let herself cry anymore. Crying was a luxury that would allow her to feel sorry for herself. She simply did not need that right now.

Lisa slowly walked out to her apartment's kitchen and pours herself a cup of coffee. She sips it, and then dumps it back in the sink, unsure of what to do. It was difficult enough having to recount the entire ordeal with Jack Rippner on the Red Eye flight to the police, but now...she had to do it in front of an entire courtroom...and Jackson.

She was distraught that the injuries she'd inflicted on him weren't more life-threatening. Then he would be dead and she could try to move on. But he wasn't. He was awaiting trial, probably now arriving in the courtroom, Lisa realized as she glanced at the kitchen clock. She sighed yet again, this exasperated feeling becoming quite commonplace to her now, grabbed her purse, and walked out the door.

Lisa quickly treaded out to her red Trailblazer and seated herself inside, making sure to roll down her window so she wouldn't bake in the claustrophobic heat of her car. As she drove down the road she stuck her head out the window, taking deep breaths of the cool air blowing in her face. She didn't care if it messed up her hair because it calmed her down.

She pulled up in front of the City of Miami Courthouse and parked the car. She sat in it for a moment, but then gathered herself and walked inside.

The marble steps leading up to the courthouse were swarming with press. Lisa tried to shield her face from the flashbulbs as she quickly walked to the doors.

"Ms. Reisert, would you care to comment on the Red Eye ordeal?"

"Lisa, is it true that you and Mr. Rippner had an affair culminating in a hot visit to the bathroom?" This one made Lisa see red but she ignored it.

"Lisa, were you in love with Mr. Ripper?" Finally she snapped.

"No," she spat. "And his name's Rippner, you dumbass."

As soon as she threw open the wide oak doors two people ran up to her. One was her father, who seemed to have a worried expression plastered to his face 24/7. The other was her attorney, Beth, a woman who Lisa had grown to trust, which was a tremendous feat as Lisa trusted very few in her life.

"Lisa!" her father asked worriedly. "Are you all right? You look upset."

"I'm fine, Dad," Lisa sighed in annoyance. Did everyone always have to point out that she looked like shit? She knew it well enough by now.

"Are you prepared?" Beth corrected, smoothing back her straight black hair with her hand. She snatched a briefcase up from the floor and began to lead Lisa and her father inside. "Don't worry, though. Terrorists don't go far in the eyes of the justice system."

"I-I know," Lisa muttered, trying to convince herself of this. Beth was right. She needed to stop being so paranoid.

As they entered the high-ceilinged room, her eyes instantly snapped to his. Blue and brown became one, his cold expression turning to a smirk as he saw her face. Jackson waggled his fingers in a fake-friendly greeting and mouthed, 'Hi, Leese.'

Lisa attempted to contain the shudder taking over her body, but it was to no avail. She knew he saw it. She looked away and sat down quickly between her father and Beth, willing time to pass quickly.

The testimonies were pure hell. She told her story quickly, stumbling through the facts and was horrified when Jackson took his turn.

"Ms. Reisert had several drinks that night, which I can attest to...I honestly have no idea why she is now accusing me of said crimes. I merely attacked her out of self-defense. I believe you have on file that she stabbed me in the neck, stabbed me with a heel, shot me several times...those crimes inflicted upon myself and also those on others; she stole a car..." And so on. Lisa tried not to look at him. She knew tears would come if she submitted to that action. So she didn't.

Finally it was over. After a short jury break the judge slammed his gavel to announce quiet and Lisa looked forward. She gripped her father's arm tightly and closed her eyes, as if she were a child on a rollercoaster. Her breathing was anxious and shallow.

"After hearing the testified both against the plaintiff and the defendant the jury finds Mr. Jackson Rippner..." Lisa drew in a shaky breath.

"Not guilty on terms of self-defense." She let it out, feeling as if a balloon had popped inside of her. Her father stood up and her hand slid down his arm, leaving long scratches. He didn't notice but began shouting.

"Not guilty? How the hell do you get to that conclu-" Lisa grabbed his shoulder before he could continue.

"Dad!" she whispered fiercely. "Come on. Just stop. It won't make a difference." He shot the judge another look of pure venom as people began filing out of the courthouse.

As Lisa tried to maneuver her way out with the crowd of people, she felt a hand slide something into hers. She looked wildly around for her mystery caller, but saw no one.

When she finally made her way out to her car, she looked at whatever had been in her hand. It was a piece of paper, torn out of a Chinese food menu. She saw the words scrawled hastily on it and screamed. Her father took her arm to steady her.

"What, Lisa?" he inquired anxiously. She couldn't speak, just held the paper out to him shakily.

We'll talk again.

-J