"Pink."

"No."

"Please?"

"I'm not going to have a pink wedding!"

"But pink's so pretty!"

"Yeah, if you're gay."

Lisa sighed and threw down her pen. "Fine, Jack, what colors do you want then?"

He grinned. "Um...black."

Lisa laughed. "Guess again."

"What about blue?" he bargained. "That's kind of a unisex color, isn't it?"

"For a spring wedding..." Lisa bit her lip, thinking. "Okay. Baby blue it is then."

They were sitting at the kitchen table of Lisa's apartment hashing out some wedding details. She hadn't spoken to her father in over two weeks since the confrontation at his house.

Lisa absently fiddled with her pen and studied the papers in front of her.

"Leese?"

"Hm?" she didn't look up. Jackson stood and walked behind her chair, wrapping his arms around her.

"I love you, you know that?"

Lisa sighed and looked up at him. "Who did you murder now?"

"Do I have to be in trouble to tell you I love you?" he asked innocently. Lisa laughed and kissed him.

"Maybe not..."

The date of the wedding approached way too slowly, but at times way too fast, for Lisa and Jackson. Lisa chose Tanya to be her maid of honor and Cynthia along with several cousins to be her bridesmaids. A week before the wedding, Lisa and Jackson met with Jackson's best man at a restaurant in downtown Miami.

Lisa took Jackson's hand as they strolled on into the new chic café.

"What's up?" he asked her quietly.

"I'm kind of nervous," she admitted. "What if he doesn't like me?"

"Relax, Leese," Jackson consoled her. "Jeff and I have been friends a long time."

"Where'd you meet him?" she asked as they waited for a table. Jackson hesitated. "Jackson, I said no assassins!"

"Lisa," he sighed. "He's fine. And might I remind you that you're MARRYING an assassin."

"Yeah, but you're the ONLY one I'd prefer to be affiliated with," she pointed out.

"Well, then, what's one more?" he said playfully, kissing her.

They were soon ushered to a table where a man was already seated. He had on a suit similar to Jackson's except he was much taller and his hair was jet-black. He stood as the couple approached.

"Jackie!" he called, shaking Jackson's hand boisterously. "Good to see you, man!"

"Hey, Jeff...ie," Jackson laughed awkwardly, pulling Lisa closer. "This is Lisa Reisert, my fiancee."

"Pleasure to meet you, Lisa," Jeff said politely, warmly shaking Lisa's hand.

"Same here," she laughed quietly and they sat down.

"So...wow," Jeff shook his head. "Never thought I'd see the day when Jackson Rippner settled down."

"Aw, Jackson, are you a player?" Lisa teased him.

"No. Work just used to come first, is all," he argued.

Jeff snorted. "Yeah, you're telling me."

"I think it still does sometimes," Lisa scoffed.

Jackson smiled at her and took her hand. "No, you just think it does."

They discussed the wedding for several minutes until Jeff's phone rang. He answered it and then stood up.

"London calling," he sighed. "The Polovsky job. I'll be back in time for the wedding, though."

And then he was gone.

"Lisa, you're so lucky," Kate said loudly at the bachelorette party a few days later. "Jackson is fucking hot."

"Well, I..." Lisa trailed off, slightly drunkenly. "Yeah, I am." She began to laugh.

The eight women were all crowded around the table at the corner café. It was pretty crowded even though it was a Wednesday night.

"I'm going to go get another drink," Lisa told them, standing up. "You guys want anything?" She was greeted by a chorus of yesses and nos, but since she couldn't distinguish who said what she just ordered her own.

"Hey," a man said as she waited for her drink. She quickly glanced at him. "You want to dance?"

"No, that's alright," Lisa said quickly, turning to leave with her drink. Something about him gave her the creeps, though she didn't know what. Perhaps it was that she was almost completely inebriated or just women's intuition...she had no idea.

"Leese, I'm so happy for you," her mother said a few minutes later as Lisa sat sipping her drink. "I'm just so glad you've found a guy that treats you so well..." Lisa's head had begun to spin so she stood up, her knees hitting the table and rattling the glasses.

"Yeah, Mom," Lisa said faintly, rubbing her head. "I'll-I'll be right back. I need...I need to use the restroom."

Lisa made it halfway to the bathroom before her knees gave out. The images blurred in front of her eyes. She felt someone come over and lift her up.

"J-Jackson?" she said sleepily, but then realized that the blurry yellow mass in front of her was the man's hair.

The man carried her outside and the only lights were the streetlamps. Even in the poor light and Lisa's fading consciousness she realized something. She knew why she'd felt so uneasy around the man in the bar, the man who'd asked her to dance, the man who was pinning her to the wall now.

It was the rapist from five years ago.