Author'sNote: oh my gosh guys i hadnt realized it had been a year since i updated. I think it was a year anyways. If the dates on the reviews are right anyways. But seriously guys i am so sorry now that i see how long its been!

Song for this chapter is havent had enough by marinas trench.

Disclaimer: alas i dont own these people. Thankfully i dont own Miami. I hate that city and would be happy if i never had to go back there

Once Jackson was a safe distance from the police station he slowed to a casual walk. The part of town he was walking through was a nicer part, there were neighborhoods branching off of the main road. Rather than heading to Lisa's home, where Blake would no doubt be headed, he wanted to go talk to a former associate. A woman who had only been charged with attempted murder and let out after two years. She'd pulled a lot of stings to get released that soon, unlike Jackson who waited longer and had a less legal way out of jail. Even from inside jail though he'd kept tabs on her and so he knew exactly where she was. It took a while to get to the slightly run down house on foot. Jackson walked up to the door and knocked. A minute later a woman opened it, familiar brown curls pulled into a pony tail holder. She smirked at him "I was wondering how long until you got bored of that place." She commented, putting a cigarette to her lips.
Jackson shrugged "I got bored a long time ago Caraline, but they kept me in good shape." He commented, alluding to her rough demeanor.
She rolled her eyes at him "What do you need?"
"Some new clothes preferably, these aren't very nice." He said.
Caraline nodded and walked into the house for a few minutes. When she reappeared she had a pair of men's dress pants, a white button up shirt and a wad of cash. "This is all I got. You're lucky I didn't trash it as soon as Danny left me."
Jackson took the clothes and money. "Thank you very much. I was thrilled with the idea of visiting Leese dressed like this."
Caraline leaned against the door frame, "Why are you so obsessed with her?"
Jackson thought about it a minute before saying. "She was my first failed job. I suppose it makes her a bit special."
Caraline grunted slightly then said "Whatever, don't get yourself caught. I wanna see what you do to torment her."
Jackson smiled slightly "I have no plans to get caught." He said, walking away.
Jackson walked towards downtown Miami until finding a small store that wouldn't question him walking in with clothes. He found the restroom and changed into the dress clothes. It didn't escape his notice that they smelled like cigarette smoke, which raised a question in his mind. How long had Caraline been smoking? Walking over to the mirror he silently thanked the prison for keeping his hygiene up. All it took was brushing his hair with his hand a bit and he looked good enough. Before exiting the bathroom he pulled out the wad of cash Caraline had given him and counted it. "Seventy, eighty, ninety," he sighed and shoved the money in his pocket. "Guess I'm not headed too far downtown." He commented.
Leaving the stolen clothes in the bathroom he walked out and continued down the street. As soon as he found a relatively cheap but nice store he walked in and started looking around for a dress coat. While looking around he glanced at a clock on the wall and saw it was almost nine pm. Right about then the speaker in the store came on and a worker announced the store would be closing in ten minutes. Jackson sighed and grabbed the best jacket he'd seen and tried it on. Seeing that it fit and looked good he pulled it off and walked over to the cashier to pay. Once that was done it was back to the sidewalk he went. He spent a little while walking, but called for a taxi after a mile or two walking. He told the driver to take him to the same house he'd been living in before getting taken to prison. If all had gone right while he was 'away' the house should be paid for and still in his name.
When he arrived he handed the driver his money and climbed out. He walked up to the door and turned the knob. As expected it didn't open. He knelt down and turned up a flower pot where a key was hidden. Cliché as it was to have a key hidden under a flower pot it worked well enough. He unlocked the door and walked in. "Home sweet home." He said, shutting the door behind him and heading to his room. Nothing in the house had been touched so he had no trouble with changing clothes and going to bed. Before doing so however he walked out onto the balcony. He looked out at the city, his gaze wandering to where Lisa was now living. Just imagining what Blake had done was amusing.
He'd have rushed in and checked on her, probably scaring her in the process. Once he knew she was fine he'd explain how he failed to detain Jackson. That would certainly scare Lisa. Then to make it worse he'd probably do the right thing and warn her that he was going to come after her. Unless of course his anger is blinding him and he lies to protect her. That could definitely make things interesting. Jackson could use that to drive a wedge between them, use that to get Blake away from Leese.
Jackson frowned slightly and rubbed his hands over his face. "Caraline's right. I am obsessed with Leese. More so than what's healthy." He dropped his hands and walked inside. He locked the doors and paused by the window that looked out at the balcony, "You and I might not be the best thing, but I still want you. Don't mean to taunt you Leese. I'll come back and haunt you and your petty husband." He muttered, trying not to quote a song to himself.

Author's Note: oh btw guys, if this chapter was crap im sorry. I wrote the first part from 3-5am after being up all night and the second part from 1-2am on about 6 hours of sleep, and im sick. So yeah this chapter might have been crap and im sorry if it was

Also i promise ill get lisa back in here soon. I didnt mean to write two chapters without her but thats what ended up happening. This is the curse of making it up as i go along.