Jackson stretched in the small motel room. He'd fallen asleep for several hours, despite his best efforts not to.

"Jess, you been watching the monitor?" Jess woke with a start.

"No..."

Jackson scowled and grabbed the laptop.

"Aw, shit," he growled. "They're at the airport. We shouldn't have left there. Come on."

Jess pulled on his jacket and followed Jackson out.

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Lisa didn't breathe again until she'd returned back to the hotel. It had been easy, setting the device on the woman's bag for a random flight. She hoped it was to somewhere far away. Like Alaska.

It would have been easier just to break the thing, but that would keep Jackson and Jess in France looking for them, and she wanted them millions of miles away.

Once she had regreeted the relieved Rory, they called Luke, Dean, and Max.

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Luke's phone rang as they were leaving the airport.

"Luke!" It was Lisa!

"God, Lisa, where are you?"

"We got away, Luke! We tricked them!"

Luke triumphantly raised his fist in the air. "That's great!"

"We're at the...Pierre Cristoff Hotel. Can you find it?"

Luke glanced up as a cab pulled to the curb. "We'll be right there."

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Luke hadn't said where he was when he'd called back. All he'd told her, his voice excited and relieved, was that they'd found Rory and Lisa, and that Lorelai should go home and rest. They would get on the next plane back.

So Lorelai, extremely relieved but extremely exhausted, fell asleep around two hours later as the clock struck two pm.

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The tracking device traced Lisa back to Hartford.

"You're not too bright, Leese," Jackson had sneered to himself as he and Jess stepped off the plane back in Connecticut.

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"I'm so tired," Lisa grumbled as Max shook her shoulder gently to wake her.

"Jet lag," he said simply. "I'd give you more recup time, but we promised Lorelai we'd be back ASAP."

"I know," Lisa glanced at the clock. It was past six in the evening. "I'm up."

Luke and Dean woke Rory, and together the five of them headed yet again to the airport.

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They managed to pinpoint the tracking device to a small café in Hartford. Jess and Jackson stormed in and scanned the place. Holding up his tracker, Jackson traced it all the way to...an elderly woman's bag. He cursed and stalked out.

Once they were back outside, Jackson cursed profoundly. Damn Lisa. She'd tricked him again.

"What now?" Jess scowled. Jackson looked at him. This kid was pissing him off. Suddenly, Jackson got an idea.

"Change of plans. We're going to force Lisa to come back to Stars Hollow."

"How?"

"By taking something that she wants."