Disclaimer: Chapter 1

Author's note: Chapters9 and 10 are basically filler chapters. Chapter 11 will be more interesting.

"You're driving." Jackson said as he tossed the keys for both the room and the Jeep to Jessica.

Jessica blinked. "I'm… what…? Why?"

"I'm wearing a disguise, Jess. I don't look like the same guy that checked in last night. Just check us out of the hotel and get us on the road."

Jessica sighed. "Fine, but you're buying me coffee." She said as she got in the Jeep.

Jackson grinned. "Whatever you need to stay awake, Jess." He said as he buckled himself in. "Now don't forget, we're registered under Cillian and Jaimie Murphy."

"Not that hard to remember" Jessica replied as she parked and got out. Fifteen minutes later she was back in the driver's seat and on the road again. She looked over at Jackson. "Would it be too much to ask where we are going?"

Jackson stared straight ahead and didn't even blink. "There's an airport about thirty miles from here."

"An airport? We drove more than nine hours to get to an airport?"

"If we had used the airport near A&M, we would have been caught."

Jessica sighed and shook her head.

Jackson smirked. "I've thought this through, James. Trust me."

If Jessica hadn't needed to pay attention to the road she would have been glaring at Jackson. "Don't call me 'James.' You know I hate it."

Instead of replying, Jackson flipped the radio on. A piece by Brahms began to play. They rode without speaking until Jessica pulled up to the airport. "What do I do about the car?"

"It's a rental, so go to the hertz lot."

She did as she was told. Jackson got out, and Jessica unloaded the back of the Jeep. Soon, a shuttle pulled up to the curb. The sibling got on and headed for the main terminal. Once they arrived, Jackson led his sister to the Delta counter. A young lady was waiting for them at the counter. "How may I help you today, Sir?"

Jackson flashed a charming smile. "My sister and I need to be on the next flight to Miami."

"Can I have your names, please?"

"Cillian and Jaimie Murphy."

The young lady typed the information into the computer and then looked back up at Jackson. "The next flight is in just under an hour. It will be departing from gate C-31."

"That's great." Jackson replied.

"How will you be paying for those tickets today?"

Jackson handed her a credit card. She swiped it and handed it back. "Thank you very much, Mr. Murphy. Your seats are 7F and 7G. Will you and your sister be checking any bags today?"

"No, all we have are our carry-on bags. But thanks."

"No problem. Have a wonderful flight."

Jackson took hold of Jessica's elbow and led her towards gate C-31. They stopped at the Starbucks for coffee. Jackson order a caramel macchiato for himself and a frappacino for Jessica. They arrived at their gate and sat down to wait. Jessica sat staring blankly out the window. Jackson leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Would you like a book or something to pass the time, James?"

She shook her head. "That's alright, I'm fine."

Jackson shrugged. "Suit yourself." He said.

"Why are we going to Miami, by plane?"

"Because it's quicker than driving."

"You drove out to A&M to get me, but you're taking a plane now?"

"I told you, James, I couldn't risk you going to a local airport."

"What am I supposed to do once we are in Miami?"

"Pick out sheets, curtains, and dishes for the house. And go shopping for some clothes."

Now boarding Flight 792, with service to Miami. A voice called over the intercom.

"That's us, James." Jackson said as he stood.

"Joy. You do remember how much I hate flying?"

"It'll be over before you know it."