(Thank you for your support on my last comment and Toni Pierce, no it wasn't about you. You're good. Always happy to read your reviews ;)
So I will continue this story as planned and let me tell you, that Lisa is not a bad person. She is just happy and excited to have Jack there with her and yeah this kinda makes her blind to the fact that Jack isn't enjoying this stay in France at all. It's just my conclusion to what we got to see in the actual show. I'm just trying to make it fit to what we saw in Season 6. So please calm down and if you don't like my approach or Jisa then please read another story because this is MY approach and Jisa all the way.)

Chapter 4

It was terrible. Absolutely terrible.

Jack grabbed her hand that had been swinging back and forth the small gap between them as Lisa walked closely beside him. Every now and then her hand would brush against the side of his leg. Not on purpose but because of the little space they could give each other at the moment.
She looked up, smiling before turning her eyes back on the extremely crowded side walk in front of them. He most probably gave her the wrong impression but Jack just needed to hold on to something. Something that felt familiar. Something like home. This strange and loud place was too overwhelming for his old and tired nerves.

Someone hit hard against his shoulder. Some guy in a long black trench coat who was squeezing past him and another dozen people, but before Jack could say anything he was already swallowed by the many bodies that spread like a carpet in front of them. An angry glance was the only thing Jack could shoot after him but the man didn't even notice.

They were walking along River Seine on Port de Suffren towards a bridge which name Lisa had told him about two minutes ago when she pointed at it in the distance. Now that they were coming closer and spotting it over the heads of all the people, Jack had to admit that the bridge wasn't that spectacular. Yeah, it was build in this typical European style but he had seen more massive bridges before. Bridges that spread across entire valleys. However, they weren't pushing through all the tourists to see the bridge. On the right-hand side parts of a very tall and enormous building peeped out from behind the trees that were lining up on either side of Quai Branly – a very busy street that was one source of the ongoing background noises.

It was about four o'clock and Lisa had already dragged him through half Paris. Right now they were walking towards the Eiffel Tower, which was, according to Lisa's plans, the last sight they would visit today before finding a nice restaurant where they could eat for supper. Jack could only imagine the expensive prizes that were waiting for him there and would have been happy to just return to Jane's apartment.

Unfortunately, they weren't the only ones with that kind of a plan to mount the tower today. Especially since the afternoon sun promised a nice sunset which was best seen form top of Paris' most popular attraction. Jack wasn't really keen to walk up a scaffold of steel and with a glance at the even more crowded plaza that surrounded the Eiffel Tower he wondered if there was ever something like a right time to get up there without the world's half population following.

Maybe they should have stayed on Jane's huge sofa where he had fallen asleep right after breakfast and while Lisa took a shower to get ready for the day. And that's where she had joined him after coming back from the bathroom. They both had been exhausted and tired after the restless night and could use a couple hours of sleep before making their way into the city centre.

Laying there with her back against his body, his arm around her middle and his nose in her hair was definitely more enjoyable than fighting through the streets of Paris. There were more people than Jack had ever seen in his life. Or maybe he had seen that many people but with more space around and particularly between them. Whereas he was used to wide roads, big trucks and open country, everything looked so small here and with all the people walking and driving around, space was even more limited.

After finally being able to cross the street and having the Eiffel Tower rising like a giant needle from the ground right in front of them, they made their way around it and onto the other side. The hight was mesmerizing, Jack had to admit. He had seen the city's landmark from postcards or photos Lisa sent him but he would have never imagined the actual size of it. The architecture was impressive – so strangely built but still robust enough to stand up right and withstand all forces. Looking up the network of steel revealed even more people that were flashing back and forth from behind. Many tourists were up there on the platforms and even more were waiting at the foot of the tower for their turn to get a ticket to enter.

They came to a halt many meters away from the Tower, where a little park spread about two-hundred meters up to something like a roundabout. On this side less people were blocking the way but the waiting queue was reaching from the foot of the Tower to the centre of the park.
Jack was watching Lisa from the side. She looked as if she was trying to figure out whether it was a good idea to get in line and since she probably had been on the Eiffel Tower many times before, Jack didn't want to give her the feeling she had to do it again just for him. It was the last thing he wanted to do right now. It was enough already to stand here and see it from below.

"Lisa we really don't have to go up there. I mean look at all the people waiting. It's probably taking hours and to be honest I'm more then ready to end our sightseeing tour here. My feet hurt and I'm just exhausted."
She still looked around as if she was trying to estimate the wait but gave in eventually.
"Yeah. Yeah you are probably right.", finally her blue eyes moved up to his and she smiled.
He sighed relieved, hope rising that they could go back to the apartment soon.
"But let's take a picture before we go."
"Of what?", he asked suspiciously.
"Of us. I probably won't see a handsome cowboy in front of the Eiffel Tower ever again." The smirk on her lips told more than a thousand words. Her fingers were now fiddling with the collar of his jacket and brushed out the sides of it. She probably was just rearranging his clothes for a nice photo but Jack couldn't shake off the feeling that she was referring to his clothing style that he hadn't changed. Not even for this little trip to Europe he put on less eye-catching clothes.

Yeah okay, maybe he really did look out of place with his jeans jacket, his western boots and most obvious his black cowboy hat. But when looking around he sure wasn't the only one. There were so many people on the streets that stood out by their way of dressing that a cowboy hat could easily be missed among them all. Fashion was definitely written in capital letters over here and so it was like a big costume party in which he was playing the role of the old cowboy from the wild west.

When Lisa suddenly started to walk away from him, he quickly followed, afraid of losing her in the crowds.
"So now what are you doing?", he was close behind her and leaned down a bit so his words were meeting her directly instead of being drowned by all the background noises.
"Trying to find someone to take the picture." she explained and he could see her already pressing the camera button on her phone's screen.

It took him a bit before he understood her intention to ask someone for help and it was clear that to him this wasn't a good idea at all. They were in a city with thousands of others. Trust was probably the last thing that connected them all.

"You really shouldn't give your phone to some stranger. You don't even know these people."
"It's fine Jack. No one is going to run away with it. That's what tourist do. Take pictures for one another.", she laughed and walked straight towards a close standing young man that, as Jack found, didn't look trustworthy at all.

Now who was standing out by his clothing?

The boy must have been something in his late teens and with his ripped jeans and the jacket that was sewed together with different patches of fabric, as well as the hair that was shaven off on the left side of his head, he looked as if he could really use a phone, Jack thought grumpy. On what purpose, he didn't know, but it was clear to him that he wasn't going to trust the boy soon.

Yet, without hesitation Lisa spoke something in French, then something in English when it turned out that the boy was German and didn't speak a single French word. Her mood had been light-hearted all day and it was impossible for Jack to understand how someone could keep a positive mind in everything that was going on in this city. There were so many aspects that made him want to take the next possible plane home, but before he could make further plans Lisa already turned back at him, grabbed his arm and walked a few meters away to a spot with less people in the background. She immediately found the right position next to him as if she had done this several times before. Her right arm went around his back, while her side nestled against him and her left hand came to a rest on his chest.

"Smile, Jack.", she commanded amused through clenched teeth herself, not taking her eyes off the camera and knowing exactly that he wasn't doing anything like that. So he forced himself to smile into the phone and not knowing what to do with his right arm, raised his hand as if he was greeting someone.
It was over quickly. The boy hadn't taken off with the phone and was approaching them now to hand it over to Lisa.

"Danke sehr." , she nodded.

"Awe, looking good cowboy. Maybe I should consider selling this as a postcard motive to local souvenir shops." Her elbow landed softly between his rips and he looked over her shoulder at the photo. Well, it wasn't too bad but now that he was looking at himself and the woman and the setting, something bothered him. Something big. It would have been lie claiming that he didn't just looked out of place in this city but also next to her. She fit into this culture effortlessly. She fit into every culture. Every setting, every landscape would glow up when she was in it, but he didn't belong here. Maybe he didn't even belong with her.

"Very funny.", he just responded with a frown and hoped to never see this photo again.