Lisa walked into her living room with Jackson right behind her, shoving a gun into her back.

"Okay, you've got me inside. You don't have to keep the gun in my back."

He laughed in Lisa's ear and whispered,

"How do you know it's a gun?"

Lisa stuck out her tongue and made a disgusted face.

"That is disgusting and rude!"

Jack laughed again.

"Calm down Lise, I'm just joking. I can't move the gun because you're smart and crafty."

Jack pushed the gun harder into Lisa's back making her wince. His voice became rough and serious.

"The last time that I was more than nice to you, you ruined my plans and stuck a pen in my throat!"

Jackson touched his throat where the scar was. He then took a deep breath and calmed down.

"But, that was in the past. Why don't you sit down?"

Jack removed the gun from Lisa's back and let her sit down.

"Thank you for letting me sit down on my own couch."

Lisa and Jack exchanged sarcastic smiles.

"Why are you bothering me again exactly?"

"Well, I was hoping to never to see you again as well, but I need your help."

"I am not changing the room of a client for you." She stated angrily.

"No, I don't need you for that."

"Well then, what do you need me for Jack?" Lisa asked annoyed.

"I've been given an assignment for which I need a female companion and I couldn't think of a better person than you."

Lisa just stared at Jackson for over a minute.

"What?"

"I need you to accompany me to this convention."

"Okay…but why?"

"You need to play the role of my girlfriend."

Lisa became outraged.

"I am not going to pretend to be your girlfriend while you go on a killing spree at some innocent convention!"

"Oh! Don't worry! I'm not killing anyone…this time anyway. You see, I need to be at the convention to make an exchange with an associate. I promise you that it's not that illegal. I need you to be my girlfriend in order to throw off suspicion, so no one will come on to me."

Lisa looked curiously at Jackson.

"Why do you need a girlfriend though?"

"Well…it's a parenting convention."

Lisa's mouth hung open. Eventually, she closed it.

"You need to have kids to go to one of those."

"And since you don't seem to have any yet and neither do I, you have to pretend to be pregnant."

Lisa shook her head in disbelief.

"I have to be pregnant?!?"

"Um yeah, I just said that."

"So…I'd have to wear the whole fake bump and everything?"

"The bump, the maternity clothes, and I even want you to pig out, so your face puts on a little weight."

Lisa just stared, stunned to silence at Jackson, until her shock subsided.

"No way, never is that ever going to happen!"

Jackson sighed.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this."

"What?"Lisa asked meekly, suddenly very afraid.

"If you don't do what I ask...both your father and Cynthia will die."

Lisa started to tear up.

"What?" She repeated, not wanting to believe that this was happening again.

"I have two people who are watching your father and Cynthia very closely. All I have to do is call them and it's bye-bye daddy and best friend."

Lisa closed her eyes to keep the tears from leaking out.

"Please, don't do this again Jack." Lisa pleaded.

Jackson rolled his eyes.

"Don't try to pull the "you're really a good person" speech on me Lise, its total crap! Just tell me you'll do this for me and we can get this project started, so it will be done quickly."

Lisa turned away from Jack to wipe away her tears. He looked away to give her some privacy to compose herself. Lisa suddenly jumped up and attacked him. She tried to claw at his arm and kick him in the groin. She got one scratch on his lower arm, but then he pushed her hard. Lisa fell to the floor with a thud. She immediately got back up ready to fight. She picked up a silver candlestick and planned to hit him over the head, but as she swung back, Jackson pulled out a needle.

"You want to play that way? Fine!"

Lisa tried to dodge the needle, but Jack managed to get the needle stuck in her leg. Lisa screamed in pain and then fell to the floor. She looked up at him for a moment and then her eyes fluttered and closed. Jackson took a minute to straighten his suit and tie, and then bent down to check on Lisa. He checked her pupils and her heart rate. Satisfied that she was knocked out, he picked her up and laid her on the couch.