Disclaimer: I own no part of Red Eye, and am in no way earning any profit off this story. It is fan fiction, and is written for enjoyment, not monetary gain.

Lisa was up before Jackson; she washed her face and then came back out again.

He was still sleeping like a log, and she sighed, rolled her eyes, then pulled the blankets so that he rolled off and hit the floor.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Baby." she snorted, putting the blanket back and getting her shoes on.

"Not a very nice wake-up call…"

"What, would you have preferred a morning kiss?" she stood by the door, car keys in hand while he struggled to his feet and back into his shoes.

"Would've been softer than the goddamned floor…" he rubbed his lower back, wincing slightly.

She half-kicked him outside and back into the car. "Quit whining."

Lisa checked the time in the car, while they were driving back. "Not bad timing. Not quite nine a.m."

Jackson yawned. "Can I go back to sleep now, Leese?"

"No." she glared at him. "If I'm going to be miserable, you're going to be miserable!"
"Wonderful." he buried his forehead in one hand, letting out a long sigh. "Maybe I should go haunt someone else."

"Well, maybe you should!" she gave him a nasty look before sighing and turning back to the road again. "Huhhh. The road's practically bare. That's weird…"

"It's a stretch of highway. It's going to be bare on a weekday morning."

"Rush hour commute?"

"Highway, Leese."

She pointed to the sign. "We're only half an hour away from Miami. There should be more people."

He rolled his eyes. "Turn on the radio. Maybe there's bad weather ahead?"

She fiddled with the dial. "Uh…Jack…it's already on."

He raised an eyebrow, and then played with the volume. "No sound."

"Either the speakers are dead, or…"

"Drive faster."

Jackson was nervous. He wouldn't allow himself the privilege of fear. Nervousness would do.

Lisa, on the other hand, was gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white. "What's going on?"

He toyed with her cell phone. "No signal."

"Shit." she grit her teeth, eyes narrowed as they drove back through the city, bustling with people as if everything were completely normal.

Once back at home, she checked her phone again. The signal was back, and her TV and radio worked as well.

"That's odd."

"Maybe a tower got knocked out?" he suggested.

"With what? A bomb?" she sifted through the morning paper. "Oh, look. Electrical storm. That's all."

"Wouldn't we have noticed that?"

"We were otherwise occupied." she sighed, getting herself some coffee. "You can sit down and watch the news. I'm going back to bed."

At that precise moment, the phone ran.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Lisa, this is Cynthia. We've got some problems…guests demanding to see you in person…it's really not good, can you come over?"

Lisa sighed, her shoulders sagging. "Give me a few minutes, then I'll be there." she hung up, turning to Jackson. "Cancel my nap; we've got places to go."

He gave her a self-satisfied little smirk. "If I'm going to be miserable, you're – "

She gave him a frosty look and went to get changed.

By the time they arrived at the hotel, Jackson was yawning almost non-stop.

"Oh, don't do that." Lisa gritted sideways. "You start, and then I won't be able to control myself!"

"Gonna – gonna – " he yawned. "Gonna force yourself on me?"

She growled slightly in the back of her throat and gripped the steering wheel to prevent herself from giving him a good punch in the face. Split those pretty lips of his.

Shaking her head to clear that image, she pulled into her parking space and got out, walking into the lobby with an air of cool calmness that she did not feel.

"Hi, Lisa, I'm sorry I had to call you, but…"

While Lisa and Cynthia talked to the irate guests, Jackson leaned against the counter and looked around. So this was enemy territory. Marble and obsidian. He glanced up towards the ceiling and spotted a video camera. Holding perfectly still, he recalled the incident on the airplane and decided to slowly look down and away from it.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit." he growled under his breath.

Cynthia blinked and Lisa caught her friend's eyes as they ticked towards Jackson.

As the guest couple filled out another form, Cynthia nudged Lisa's arm slightly. "Is he another guest?"

Both Lisa and Jackson heard this, and stared at her.

"You…can see him." Lisa whispered, half-nervous, half terribly excited.

"Um…yes?" Cynthia gave her an odd look.

Just then, the couple finished with the form, Lisa pressed a pair of keys into their hand, and sent them off.

She tugged Cynthia towards the back door, jerking her head for Jackson to accompany them out.

Once they were all outside, Cynthia crossed her arms. "Lisa, what's wrong? Why are you acting so – "

"I killed him." Lisa looked at Jackson, who nodded in confirmation.

"You what?" Cynthia blinked, looking between the pair of them. "Lisa, this is a really nasty joke – "

"It's not a joke. This is…this is the man who tried to blackmail me on the plane, that time."

"And…" Cynthia was going pale. "And…the one you shot. So…so what happened…?"

"Long story." Jackson interrupted. "Basically, I'm dead. Apparently only you and Lisa can see me and hear me. But I'm also showing up on film…" his glance was caught by the rearview mirror in the nearest parked car. "…and also now in mirrors…" he frowned, bending over to take a better look at himself.

Lisa and Cynthia had matching expressions of sheer disbelief, and as they looked, they saw the same thing Jackson did: his reflection.

"This is not good." Jackson muttered. "I'm going back inside. See if I reflect in any other surfaces…" he hurried back into the building.

Lisa and Cynthia remained outside.

"I know this might be a bit hard to take, but…apparently he's some sort of ghost. Well, at least he's dead."

"He's not trying to kill you in revenge, is he?" Cynthia bit her lip, feeling slightly faint.

"Not so far." Lisa murmured, glancing towards the door.

Neither of them saw the approaching men in dark gray suits until it was too late.

To be continued…