Jess impatiently dialed Jackson's phone, stealing another glance at the sleeping Rory in the backseat. Surely Rippner wouldn't mind his tag-along. Heck, Lisa would probably enjoy the familiar face and company.

Lisa pressed herself onto the wet sand and wouldn't let Jackson try to console her.

"Lisa, its what had to be done. They weren't going to take you."

"You didn't have to tell him, Jack," she spat at him. "You didn't have to tell him."

"And why not?" he snapped. "It was the truth, dammit!"

"So?" she sobbed. "And you hurt them, Jackson. Lorelai could die thanks to you."
"I could have died when she shot me!"

"Two wrongs don't make a right!"

"They do in my book." He grabbed her arm but due to her unpermitting position he nearly ripped it out of the socket trying to hoist her back up. She screeched and rolled over.

"Come on, Lisa, get up," Jackson tugged her arm again. She stubbornly lay limp.

"Fine then." He bent down and hoisted her over his shoulder. She screamed at him.

"Let me go, you cocky bastard! Jackson! I hate you, let me down! Ah!" she pounded on his back with her fists but he just grinned and carried her back inside.

Once in there, his phone rang.

"Rippner."

"Hey, sir, its Jess."

"Where the hell were you? I could have used your help!"
"I'm sorry, sir, but I have something that may make you happy."

"Which is?"

"Rory Gilmore."

Now Jackson was mad. "And why would she make me happy? I have Lisa."

"She makes Lisa happy. And if Lisa's happy…."

He was catching on. "….I'm happy. Got it. So, what did you do, just kidnap her from the hospital?"

"Pretty much, yup. We're on the driveway leading in."

"Perfect. She awake?"
"Starting to come to, sir. I drugged her."

"You're getting better, underdog. See you in a few."

Jackson hung up and smiled smugly at Lisa. "I have a surprise for you."

Rory rubbed her eyes and fought back the headache and wave of nausea that overcame her.

She moaned and looked around. Jess. Of course.

"Jess, you asshole! Did you kidnap me again?"
"No, I gave you the daterape drug and you had sex with me and now I'm driving you home. What do you think?"

"Well, I wouldn't put anything past you. Here I trusted you and now you…"

"Yeah, you 'trusted me' when I'd had about ten shots of tequila. And then you had the goodwill to hand me over to a complete psycopath to be interrogated. Nice heart you've got there, Mother Teresa."

"Hey, I have excuses. Where are we going?"

Jess loved that about her. Her free will and indignant manner despite the somewhat creepy circumstances.

"You'll see. It's a surprise. But I guarantee you'll love it there."

"If its not my home, then I won't."

"Oops, sorry. My bad."

She fell silent as they pulled up to a log cabin in the middle of the woods. Rory frowned. "What, you got sick of the France idea so now its Little House in the Big Woods?"

"I like your thought pattern, but no. This is Jackson's place." Rory's eyes widened, partially from shock and partially fear.

"I'm not going in there," she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yes, you are," he ordered. "It's the underground. Our new home."

"Since when is there an 'our'?" she replied angrily as they parked. "I am in no way affiliated with you, mark my words."

Jess rolled his eyes and walked to the other side of the car, pulling her out roughly. Rory was surprised how strong he'd gotten since their last encounter. Jail must have toughened him up a bit. She screamed at the top of her lungs as he carried her over his shoulder into the house.

"You can do that all you like, love, no one's going to hear you. All you succeed in is pissing me off and probably waking up Lisa and Jackson."

Rory hated the way he made their actions collective, Lisa and Jackson. As if they were….ugh.

He opened the door with a card key and they went inside to the foyer to hear Lisa's screaming and Jackson's yells.

"Fuck, Lisa, you need to eat something!"
"I said, I'm not fucking hungry! I'll eat when I'm ready!"

"You haven't eaten all day! The baby, Leese! The fucking baby you supposedly care so much about!"

"Screw you!"

"Fine!" They heard a thud, Lisa screaming again, and then some sound of fabric on fabric. Then they heard, "Wait here," from Jackson, and from Lisa, "As if I have any other choice."

Jess carried the struggling Rory into the kitchen, where Lisa sat with her arms tied to the arms of a dining chair, her face tearstained and livid, a plate of food in front of her. Jackson turned as they entered, a fork in his hands.

"Hey, guys," he greeted with a smile. "We were just getting ready to have some dinner. Hungry?"

"No," Rory snapped, but Jess's nod was the only thing noticed. She rolled her eyes. Jess set her down in a chair and bound her the same way Lisa had been. Rory struggled adamantly as he did so, but succeeded only in biting him in the arm. He howled and backed away, clutching his arm. Jackson rolled his eyes and advanced in, pushing Jess aside and finishing the job, only pulling the ropes tighter and more fiercely. Rory cried out quietly in pain.

"During your stay, here, Ms. Gilmore, you'll learn that if you don't comply with Jess, I'll deal with you, and its going to be a hell of a lot more painful. Right, Leese?"

She shot him a simpering glare and then looked sympathetically at Rory. "Hey, Rory," she said softly. "Welcome to hell."