Author's note: Guess what guys I'm alive! Even better I'm adding to the alternate ending of You Don't! Trudes, I'm hoping you're still around and like this story cause I'm doin' this for you. You've been faithfully reviewing this story since the beginning and I'm thankful for that.

The song for this chapter is Gives You Hell by All American Rejects cause man that song fits the relationship between Jackson and Blake perfectly.

just sayin, IC means incident commander.

Disclaimer: I own Blake but thats it. I barely even own him, he's based off someone I don't own

Lisa smiled at Blake from across the table. She took a sip from her sea breeze and said "It's really nice to have a day off."

Blake smiled and rested his right hand over her left hand, gently fingering the diamond ring on her hand. "Indeed it is. I've been working so much lately I have barely had time to even see my beautiful wife." Lisa chuckled, a blush covering her cheeks. She turned her head away to hide the redness. In doing so her eyes landed on a tv that was tuned to a local news channel. The woman on the screen was talking about a breakout at the Miami Confinement Center. Something about that place seemed familiar, but it wasn't coming to the front of her mind. She went back in her memory, searching through months and then years of her life to figure it out. When her brain thought of an event from five years ago she froze and went pale. Jackson. He'd been locked up at Miami Confinement Center after he tried to kill her five years ago. Her eyes were glued to the screen until she felt Blake's hand pull away. She looked at him and saw him pulling his phone out of his pocket. A minute later he hung up and said "Leese I'm sorry but I have to go."

She nodded and glanced at the tv "I get it. Breakout at the prison, you have to round-up the inmates."

He stood and gave her a quick kiss "I love you, I'll see you at home?" Lisa nodded and watched him go. He hurried out to his car and climbed in. Starting the engine he sped off down the road.

He arrived at the police station and got changed quickly. He got out to his patrol car and found his partner waiting for him. Mensu was in the driver's seat so Blake climbed into the passenger seat. Once they were on the road Blake asked "So any idea how this happened?"

Mensu shook his head "No idea. This is supposed to be the most secure facility in Miami, you'd have to have help to cause a breakout this big."

"You think it's one man trying to get out and he's willing to let others out in the process?" Blake asked.

Mensu shrugged, flipping on the lights and sirens of the car. "Could be, I know that guy from the Keefe thing a couple of years ago was here. He had some friends in high places didn't he?"

Blake nodded "Yeah, he did. We have to get him back in that prison." he said sternly.

Mensu glanced at his partner worriedly, "You worried he's going to go after Lisa?"

"I'd rather not find out." Blake said bluntly. They didn't have time to continue the conversation as they were pulling up at the prison. Already there were a large number of cops trying to contain the inmates. Mensu and Blake got to work quickly, taking orders from the IC.

Unknown to them, Blake's fear was standing about thirty feet away in some bushes. He'd gotten out already and had no plans to go back to jail. Jackson glanced down at his orange jumpsuit in disgust. "There's no way I'm going around in this any longer than I have to." he muttered, slipping away through the bushes. He found a random yard nearby with clothes hanging out to dry. They were all stained and ragged clothes but they were better than him looking like an escaped prisoner. He went back to his hiding place to see the cops were still working. He smirked at them and found a comfortable position to sit and watch from.

After quite some time a few of the cops left, Mensu and Blake among them. Jackson walked on foot onto a main road so he could catch a taxi and follow. It was more like telling the taxi driver to take him to the police station than actually following the cops but that's what happens when on foot. A few blocks before his arrival he abruptly opened his door and jumped out, wanting to avoid the awkward situation of not being able to pay the driver. He ran the next few blocks and into the station. A random officer asked him if he was okay and what he was running from. Quickly forming a half truth in his head he said "I was going for a walk and I was near the containment center when all of a sudden there were criminals everywhere. They must have broken out because people were running everywhere. I ran to get away and this is where I ended up." pants were breaking his sentences into small sections of words that were laced with a fake fear.

The cop nodded and lead him to a chair "Sit down sir. We've got officers over there dealing with that now. Can you please wait here so we can ask you about what happened?"

Jackson nodded "Yes sir..." he paused for a minute, panting still, before asking "Can I get a glass of water?"

The officer nodded "Of course, I'll be right back." he said, walking into a different room.

Jackson chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, "This is way too easy." he muttered to himself.

When he spotted Blake walk into the room he leaned his head down, reverting to his act of being an innocent bistandard. A moment later he heard someone clear their throat in front of him. He glanced up, letting his hair hide his ice blue eyes. He resisted a smirk when he saw it was Blake. "Gunther said you were there when the prison break happened, I wanted to ask you about it."

Jackson sat up and looked straight at him, "Why yes I was there. In fact it was all to aid in my escape." he said, taunting Blake with the fact that he'd failed to keep Jackson locked up.

Blake grabbed Jackson's collar and shoved him against the wall "You!"

Jackson laughed in his face "Me. I thought after five years it was time I paid Leese a little visit."

"You're not getting anywhere near my wife!" Blake growled at him.

Jackson shoved his fist into Blake's side repeatedly. After a number of blows Blake loosened his grip enough that Jackson could shove him away. "Your wife? Leese married a cop?"

Blake aimed a punch at Jackson's face but it was easily dodged. "Yes she did. Apparently terrorists aren't her type."

Jackson laughed "I can see she did so much better with you, a hot-headed hero."

Again Blake tried to hit him but missed. "You son of a-"

"Hey!" both men froze as Gunther ran in and stood between them, dropping the cup of water by the door. "What is going on here?" he asked both of them, but his gaze was fixed on Blake.

Blake glared at Jackson "He's on of the inmates that got out during the breakout."

Gunther grabbed Blake's arm and pulled him away from Jackson. He lowered his voice as he spoke "Blake get a grip, you're a sensible guy but right now you're pissed."

Blake pulled his arm away from Gunther "Listen to me. That man," he pointed a finger at Jackson without actually looking at him, "he tried to kill Charles Keefe, then my wife. Now he's out and wants to go do SOMETHING to my wife." he growled at the other officer.

"I know what he did Blake!" Gunther barked at him, "We all know about the Keefe case. I was going to treat him nicely until we could lock him up." Blake sighed but said nothing, trying to calm down. Seeing the attempt Gunther nodded "Alright now let's try talking to him civilly." he said, turning to where Jackson was. Instead of him standing there it was an empty space.

Blake cussed to himself and kicked a trashcan over. "I'm headed home." he said gruffly, then stormed out the door of the station.

Author's note: Oh my gosh guys I've missed writing this story so much! I'm sorry there was so little of Lisa here but this was what came to mind so I wrote it. I just thought it would be cool for Jackson and Blake to have a little fight before Lisa finds out Jackson is free.