"Jackson," Lisa's voice fell to a choked whisper. Jackson's eyes took her in, and she did the only thing she could think of. She ran.

Lorelai caught up to her in the street. "Leese, honey, what's wrong?" as she took her arm.

Lisa yanked it away. "Don't call me that. You know what's wrong."

"Um, no, I don't actually, would you mind-"

"Jackson, Lorelai. That's Jackson fucking Rippner in there."

"Who?"

"Me."

The girls both turned. Jackson sidled to Lisa and placed a hand on her shoulder. Lisa jerked away and she closely caught the amused smile creeping in on the corners of his mouth.,

"Lorelai, isn't it?" he nodded politely. "Sorry about that. Lisa and I used to date. Tell you what, go ahead on in with Luke and order. We'll take a walk and chat up old times."

"Like hell," Lisa snorted. "He's not an ex! He's a crim-"

"Lisa, don't make a scene," Jackson sighed. Lorelai bit her lip and searched their faces, but finally turned and walked back into the restaurant. Lisa, seeing her only opportunity, bolted down the street. Jackson grumbled and ran after her, tackling her on the grass in the square. She let out a screech as he rolled on top of her and pinned down her arms, grinning triumphantly.

"Get off me, Jack," Lisa screamed. "Why are you here?"

"I can't talk and move at the same time," he laughed mockingly. "If I get off, do you promise not to run?"

"Don't see what's in it for me to talk to you," Lisa snarled. Jackson frowned.

"I thought you wanted me to get off you."

"I do, but I don't want to talk to you!" she cried.

"But we already have one discussion point," he pointed out. "Your question. So this little arrangement greatly benefits you."

"Get the hell off me, Jack," Lisa ordered.

"Why? Is it getting you hot?" he questioned. Lisa glared at him and shoved him in the chest.

"No, you just weigh about fifty pounds more than me!"

He raised an eyebrow and pulled himself to his feet. Lisa rose irritably next to him as they drew stares.

"Nice job, Jack, get the whole town thinking I'm affiliated with you."

"Not that you mind," he smiled mysteriously and she scowled again.

"So why are you here?" she asked as they began walking. Jackson frowned and began scratching at his suit.

"Damn. Grass stain," he complained. Lisa grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her. Their faces were an inch apart.

"Answer me," she snarled. His eyes widened as he pulled himself away and straightened his clothing.

"Wow, Leese. When did you get so aggressive?"

"When you threw me down my stairs," she replied irritably. "Answer my damn question."

"Okay, okay," he said defensively, holding up his hands. "I'm here for a job."

"Yeah," Lisa snorted. "A job."

"And you can remain out of it provided that you don't call the cops," he said seriously. Lisa laughed coldly.

"Yeah, Jack, I'm going to let you go free," she said sarcastically. Jackson sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and then grabbed Lisa's arm.

"Hey!" she protested as he pulled her to an alley between two shops. He slammed her against the brick wall and she struggled.

"Shut up for a minute," he ordered loudly. "I have to tell you, I have a guy at your dad's if you inform anyone who I am."

Lisa was so shocked she stopped wrestling him. "I don't believe you," she finally whispered menacingly. Jackson raised an eyebrow.

"Care to test if I'm bluffing, Lisa?" he offered. "The minute I noticed you were here-"

"Wait," she interrupted. "You knew I was here?"

"I'm not stalking you," he sighed. "Anyway, as soon as I saw you I called my guy. I mean it. If the cops are informed, or anyone, for that matter, your dad dies. The informant dies, and you'll probably die too. That's if I'm feeling merciful."

Lisa began crying, hot, angry tears. "I should have killed you when I had the chance."

"I could kill you now," he counterthreatened. Lisa fell silent, her face looking flat as she blinked, and then fainted.

Jackson groaned irritably and lifted her in his arms. He never should've agreed to this date. Despite the grandioso bluff he'd just pulled he was completely shocked. And annoyed. Lisa was a hell of a lot more annoying than a blonde.