For Justice!

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They'd been driving for nearly half an hour when Jackson finally turned to Lisa and said, "I think we're lost."

It was true. He had no idea where they'd been taken, and hadn't really paid all that much attention to where they were going when they'd been kidnapped.

"We should probably stop and ask for directions." Cynthia nodded, still wide-eyed from the encounter. Jackson cast a glimpse at her and winced; the young woman looked so frail and fragile, pale like a wisp of wind that might blow away if you breathed too hard. Their little trio felt awkward together.

Lisa sighed slightly, looking around. It was getting dark outside again; the sun was setting. Not wanting to disturb someone's house, she drove until she found an intersection and parked in front of a supermarket.

They all trooped out of the car and went inside, Jackson feeling a bit nervous.

"Excuse me, but we took a wrong turn awhile ago. Could you tell us where we are, please?" Lisa asked one of the workers.

"Fort Lauderdale…" the young man shrugged, and then went back to stacking boxes in the cereal aisle.

Jackson and Lisa exchanged looks, and then Cynthia gasped and tugged at their sleeves.

"The car!"

They hurried outside, but it was too late – their car was already gone, turning off down a side-street.

"Of all the fucking inconvenient times – " Jackson growled, hands balling into fists. "We were so close!"

"Not that close." Cynthia pointed out, as they walked along the street trying to find a hotel. "We're still a fair ways away from our homes."

"That's not what I meant…" Jackson ran a hand down his face. "Ahh, forget it."

They found a fairly cheap room at a motel, the last one – again. Thankfully this one had two beds. Cynthia sighed and sat down on one of the beds, tucking her legs up and turning on the TV. Browsing, she found a news station and began to watch.

Lisa put her jacket on one of the beds, and took the gun from the inside pocket, hoping she wouldn't have to use it. One more sarcastic remark from Jackson about the fact that she was a woman, and she might be sorely tempted…

She headed for the bathroom, and after realizing that there was no lock, poked her head out again.

"I'm going to take a shower. No one is to come in here." she narrowed her eyes at Jackson, purposefully.
"Me? Peep? Perish the thought." Jackson sat down on the other bed and was glued to the news in under a minute.

Rolling her eyes and chuckling lightly to herself, Lisa closed the door and turned on the hot water.

The news, on the whole, was rather boring, and Cynthia ended up flipping from channel to channel, lying on her stomach with her legs in the air. She finally stumbled upon a made-for-TV-movie that had more than two stars, so she decided to stick with it.

Jackson played with the little cigarette-burn hole in the coverlet for a while, not really watching. It had turned out to be a chick-flick, and rather than encourage his body to produce more estrogen, he got up and knocked on the bathroom door. "Lisa? Are you decent?"

"I'm decent, are you?" came the rather sarcastic reply.

He opened the door, finding Lisa trying to deal with the mess that used to be her hair.

"No shampoo. God. It's a fright." she muttered under her breath, trying to comb the knots out of it with her fingers.

"Here." Jackson did something with his open palms, and suddenly Lisa's hair fell straight again. She turned to him with eyes as wide as saucers.

"How did you do that?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets." Jackson said, in a mock-serious tone, trying hard not to grin with triumph.

Muttering to herself again, Lisa washed her hands. "Well, 'magic man', care to do a whammy on the bathroom-door lock?"

"Why? Don't you trust us?"

"I still don't trust you." she said pointedly.

"Even after all this time?"

"Especially after all this time." Lisa said wryly, drying off her hands with one of the towels.

"Hey, I could've killed you back there. I didn't." Jackson pointed out. "Don't I get a little credit for that?"

"Let it not be forgotten that your original plan involved me and the killing of an innocent man's family." she said coldly, turning to the mirror and fussing with one persistent strand of hair. "Dammit! Stay down!"

"Mmm?"

"Not you. My hair."

Jackson tucked it down. "Voilà."

"Stop doing things to my hair." she complained, shooting him a not-quite-serious glare.

He smiled demurely, and then gave her a little peck on the nose. "You're cute when you're angry."

"Why – you – augh." she leaned in closer. "If you weren't – "

Then they were kissing. Neither of them knew which one had initiated, but neither of them wanted to stop; their arms had minds of their own, wrapping round one another and –

"Okay, I'm just gonna turn around and pretend I didn't see that." Cynthia said, blinking, pulling a 180 and walking stiffly away.

Lisa blushed, "Ah – I'm sorry, Jack – I can't – I can't do this – we said we couldn't – " She pushed Jackson away and hurried after Cynthia, mind whirling with explanations, each just as pitiful as the one before it.

Jackson growled as the door swung shut behind her. He looked down at his groin and threw his arms up in the air in frustration.

"Dammit!" he said. "Stay down!"

To be continued…
Authoress' note: Lordy! I can't believe it took me this long to get this chapter written. It hovered at about half-done for two weeks! Remind me to never get this lazy again. Oh, and I owe you people more gratuitous fan-service.