Lisa awoke, aching, on the floor. A ratty blanket had been tossed over her shoulders and she vaguely wondered if Jackson had placed it there. She groaned and rolled over, still in the clothes from the night before. Jackson, the man who thought of everything, hadn't even planned ahead and grabbed some of her clothes from her house.
"Leese. Get up," Jackson continued to shake her shoulder. She moaned again.
She unwillingly opened her eyes and sat up. Jackson's suit was rumpled from sleeping in it and his hair was sticking up. Lisa pushed past him and stood waiting at the other end of the room, tapping her foot impatiently. Jackson shot her an amused look.
"My, don't we look lovely this morning," Jackson laughed.
"You don't look so hot yourself," Lisa snapped, and then felt a blush creeping over her cheeks. Great, she'd just implied that he usually looked hot.
Jackson playfully grabbed her arm. "Aw, Leese, do you think I'm cute?" he teased.
"Though this may be a huge blow to your ego, Jack, I don't," Lisa snapped, pulling her arm away.
Jackson pretended to pout. "Hmph. Fine. That's a first."
"Yeah, well, there's a first time for everything," Lisa shrugged, rolling her eyes.
She continued to pace anxiously around the room, glancing at the complimentary pamphlets on the desk. They all were headed the same way, MACINTOSH INN, JACKSONVILLE, FLA.
"Pretty arrogant to stop in a town with your name, Jack," Lisa sneered.
"Aw, come on, now," Jackson laughed. He stopped short when he caught the glare Lisa was radiating. "Jesus, Leese, what's your problem?"
"You!" Lisa shouted angrily.
Jackson threw his hands up in the air. "What did I do now?"
"Hm, let's see," Lisa tapped her chin, pretending to think. "You kidnap me and force me to be here and then-" she cut off, not wishing to reiterate the events of the night before.
"Are you seriously still upset about what I said last night?"
Lisa paused. "What do you think?" she asked quietly.
"Jesus, Lisa, you need to get over this!" Jackson yelled. "Boo fucking hoo, you were raped. Many people have had worse happen to them and they recover!"
Lisa began to yell also. "Yeah? Have they been held hostage on airplanes, too?"
"Get over it Lisa!" Jackson cried. "Why does everything have to be so dramatic for you?"
"You have no right to even pretend you know me! You stalked me for two months, yet you know nothing! Nothing!" Lisa began to cry, even though she tried hard to fight the tears back.
"What don't I know, Leese?" Jackson yelled. "Hm? You want to enlighten me on that one, since you're so sure?"
"You don't know how angry I've been the last three years!" she replied. "You don't know how alone I've felt, how much of an outcast I've been! Dammit, Jack, just-you think you're this great man with a bad-boy complex that everybody likes and every girl is in love with but the truth is that everyone HATES you. And you're going to get caught. As soon as my dad realizes I'm missing, which I'm sure he already has, the cops are going to be looking for you. You won't be able to worm your way out of this one, believe me!"
"Lisa, my god, you're so freaking naive!" Jackson began tugging on his hair in frustration. "Reality check! They can't bring this company down!"
"Yeah, but they can bring you down and I hope to hell they give you the death penalty because God knows you deserve it," Lisa snarled. "And if they don't I'm tempted to kill you myself. I'm still kicking myself for not doing it a year ago."
Jackson began to calm down a bit and replied quietly, "You wouldn't have. You wouldn't kill me."
"I wouldn't be so sure," Lisa contradicted. "And the thing is, I wouldn't feel any remorse after all those you've killed."
"Lisa, I wouldn't act that snidely if I were you," Jackson smirked. "You're more of a killer than me?"
Lisa placed her hands on her hips indignantly. "Oh really? Tell me, Jack, how the hell do you get that notion?"
"I never killed anyone that day. Roughed them up a bit, maybe. You killed my guy."
Lisa's eyes widened slightly as his words sank in. "No, but it-"
"For all you now, I've never killed anyone," he sneered.
"There's a new one," Lisa snorted in disbelief. "An assassin who's never killed anyone."
Jackson's temper began to rise again. "God, Lisa, why-"
A sudden knocking at the door cut him off. He stalked over and threw the door open, revealing a shocked looking maid with her cart.
"I-um-housekeeping?" she cringed meekly. "Is this a bad time?"
"No," Jackson said, grabbing his briefcase and Lisa's arm. She glared at him. "We were just leaving."
They silently stormed out to the car. Jackson threw open Lisa's door and smiled coldly, gesturing for her to get in. She pretended to stumble and landed her foot on his. He grunted in pain and glared at her as she shut her door.
"Sorry, Jack," she replied sweetly.
Jackson stomped to the other side and sat down, slamming the door behind him. He turned to Lisa.
"Now, Lisa, I need to make sure you don't see the whereabouts of our headquarters since we'll be there soon. You have one of two choices. I can either knock you out again or blindfold you and while I'm extremely tempted by the first I know it'd just give you another reason to be pissed at me and frankly my feet hurt way too much as it is."
"I'll take the blindfold, thanks," Lisa replied coolly.
Jackson reached in the back for a length of cloth and wrapped it tightly over her eyes.
"God, Jack, you trying to make sure I don't see your little clubhouse or trying to blind me permanently?" Lisa snapped.
"Whatever it takes," he replied sweetly and began to drive.